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Text champ? and king? Dawg, your shit's a lyrical sedative
an EyE-QuE exam's the the only test you'd get a negative
I'll rip your lines to shreds and scatter them like confetti
you couldn't hack this shit if I gave you a machete
I'm not psychic, but I predict a loss in your future
your only reason for living is that it's illegal to shoot ya
you picked the wrong site, you don't have the skill that's required
from the skills you've shown so far, you should have stayed retired
And, when I merk you, there's no reason for celebration
you're only my first step on the path to elevation
Motherfucker
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