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I coulda came outta my coffin, See, I dont giva fuck about the sun - (son)
Im Coughin out laughter! This idiot missed my heart and hit my lung!!!!!!

This key's better than you're writtens, By Readin My Verse Even you know that -
Voters! eat this Big herb lika Shroom, And Get ya eyes bigger than felix the Cat!!

Heres the chances of you winnin This battle onna 50/50 basis -
(Tosses a coin)
Call It In the Air! (Lars: "I Call Neck!") Cmon man you wont win just face it!!!!!!

Does this really have to happen? Will it hurt In the end??? -
I donno, Lar.. How's it feel like ta let the whole Universe In?!?!

Let go fuckin faggot! BITCH!!! Give up my fuckin cheese and Wine -
I just had Lar for dinner, For desert Im havin dinners leftover Lines!!!!!!

Heres a poem: An apples an apple, a peach is a peach -
They're both like my win and your loss, Easy ta reach!!!

I can see right thru you, theres a whole in ya chest -
Bird Mans Done, His verses mo sloppy than a Birds Nest!!!

Call me ya daddy, don worry, if your my son I'll do my Part -
I'll leave Lars walkin lika zombie, Hes Trya reach the stars!!

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