His inability to rap got him quaking, lyrics he bit here are forsaken/
Body close tight and shaken, started a World War 2 recreation/
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He got to 19 wins how, boy did more d/r then X on the prowl/
Beg on your knees dog and howl, deep throat like Coil Powell/

Forgiven you is a deadly sin, crush ya cartiledge and brain to win/
This just about to begin, cripple you ass worse then Tiny Tim/

Homo looked in the mirror to see Bloody Mary and shook in Slomo/
Oh no, this kid a fat boy on his knees beggin for some ho-ho's/

Sart learnin recrods are decivin,flaten your chest got youheaving/
Collapesd lungs makein ya spit out blood and clog your breathin/

Your dead dude, you can;'t be resurrected, not even seasected/
You got gonerehha of the mouth, spitten dieseas gettin infected/


Alright guys, this seemed like the perfect opportunity ot try a new style, so is this better then my last ones?