Heavy weight champ, you’d have better luck being a bitch// I burn like a lamp, try turning me off, without a switch// I’ll boil you over, like a kettle of water// You thought this was gunna be simple? This is a mass slaughter//

Envy skills was lucky when it came to the crunch// Hope you don’t pay no pussy’s to vote you’re shit, ‘punk’// My punch-lines will leave you lyrically inclined// I’ll hang your body, with a residue, that will make you ‘resigned’//

Feel the full-throttle of this dominated attack// I’ll rip out your spine n whip you on your own back// like a dominatrix with spare-time here the spine whip tail ‘smack’ //

I show no remorse when I’m on top of a battle// I’ll swallow you up, like a wolf on sheep cattle// so with this I’ll conceal you, no point in you spitting, no1 wud feel you//

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