Before this battle starts I'll tell you, this is my intention://
to repossess your life cos you forgot to "pay attention"//
at school no-one likes you cos you're a nerdy computer ace//
a smith an wesson is my fuckin "point and click interface"//
tearing up every line, defeat just created a demon//
you a storm at sea, rain heavily but only swallow "seamen"//
I'm Parallex you fuck, not a man you should be testing//
Hollow-points rip through ya shirt to cave your fuckin chest in//
i'm defined by my spit and the by the games that I play//
I ran out of weed, so I think Ima "smoke" this "herb" today//
Zany, he might be, yo, but pretty, he's definately not//
this kids momma used to feed him, at range, with a sling shot//
My flows are alright, yours aren't and need fixing//
and now I'm eating this "cunt" easy just getting my "licks" in//
with my tounge i diss emcees, but the women I please//
Yo momma calls me "koala" (a bear which eats bush and leaves)//
so get the fuck outta here with your prom dress and pumps//
fucking with me is dumb like leaping a chasm in two jumps//
cos, when it comes to talent dog, you'll always be broke//
the only time you have the last laugh is when you don't get the fuckin joke//
...be-yatch

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