Dr Seuss should have called a truce, before he spoke
cus in this verse i'm gonna kill you with ten lines wrote
causin every casualty around me to choke, don't yet gloat
or get embarrassed like i dribbled through ya legs slow
oh no he isn't gonna do it, i'm like a rookie Magic Johnson
just by the way he played, you knew he was gonna play, a lot more often
i'm sure i'll have nothing but praise, for your sudden end of days
undefeated before you met me, i'll burn you like the suns rays
try and school me, fool me, get clowned in return, i'll write ya eulogy
you accepted war with me you're confused must have been that labotamy//