this dude go pound~4~pound, has no skill above//
me, he coodnt catch a clue with a glove i see~love//
evrywhere i go...this dude just another john doe//
when i come thru ya spot and blow away ur dome//
dont give me that tone, i search for clowns like you//
ur rymes are silly,they length jump ayound like a kangeroo//
my barrel* like fusilli, spiraled and bored into his brain chord//
im the lord, with my verse he just got gored~and~outscored//

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*barrel of a gun