Forever I'm suitable - new members only endeavor to rue the bull
Now, somebody tell this kid the War-Lords were never reputable
I murder devouts, kid - so lose beliefs and return to the fountains
of garbage; where monotony drones like public service announcements
I won't be reckoned with; bring your weak, atoned defensive bid
Verdict: K. wins; without an obese teen to condone or second it
Damn the facts, stand up - as I expand to crack banned hubs
Iller than ill? Surely, Dude must represent the Camarac fan club
Now, score . . It's your girl's lucky day 'cos I roast, pit & corral whores
You are lethargic; 'less your verses are ghost written by Al Gore
Deplored sonnets breed off this excuse who runs w/ four labotomies
No matter how many you get, quantity never comes before Koalatee
Dissolve, hell, I came tight; Dropped bomb-shells that gave light . .
To tattooing "Quality" on his head. . if Evolve spelt my name right
Broken flow in the last line; Kiss your mother, & then demand my pants
& give you Christopher Reeve's number. . or did you want a standing chance?

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