Kill this Bond wannabe, have his fakeness show lies...
And no...I don't expect him ta rap, I expect him ta die.
Cuz he nothin but a perpertrator, and even failing at that...
Except as a female impersonator, I hear it's a very convincing act.
So I'll beat the Living Daylights outta ya, to coin ya term...
If I had a dime for every punch ya eat, I'd need an accounting firm.
Then I'd be rich, yo...beyond my wildest dreams...
Cuz kid, ya couldn't verse tight if ya bit off Tha Regime.
So go back ta movieland, with ya weak ass drop...
Cuz, please, you being a spy's like...well...you knowin hip hop.

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