You've competed and versed in 112 battles and i think it's one too many times,
When only the kids at the nursery school think you've mastered the basics of there rhymes,
It's because your rhymes sail a wooden ship like the pirate know as Sinbad.......,
.............Frantically trying to steer out of the way of Meters' Ironclad,
I am to you a haunt, your face turns gaunt, as you tip-toe away,
I promise not to flaunt but it's only my nature to taunt as you fall into dissaray,
You learned about verse at an early age, a book worm through and through,
Pretending you were a mage was the only solace when your father would play "the squirm" with you
So i'll happily take a seat, it's time to leave the beat, the win has always been mine,
and when you lose there was nobody in a grassy knoll so don't waste my fucking time

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tobacco pipe smoker
escobar, your life is over
justify the righteous nova
bullets flew out his right shoulder