For me to spit 10-12 lines is a pathetic attempt//
I spit shine my lines, leaving you zipped up in a tent//
Forensics fish you out, like a guy with no survival//
Bitch, you cried, “defeat” before I even made my arrival//
Like a tidal wave I’ll wash you out//
Preach with a parade here me shout//
‘Where’s my title, this kids all dried out”//
There’s no revival, your ass just got washed out//
Zarbon, sounding like a Greek geek inventor//
My lines get under your skin, like a woodchip “splinter”//
Crying for mercy, cos it’s getting to hostile//
After you read this, your ass will be in denial… BITCH!

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Proclaimed to the name 'IgnoRance'
from illness 'DeliVerence'