bitin a lil bit of my name, is your only claim to fame,
you wanna make it, but you would shame the game,

couldnt know love, if ghe was hit by the arrow of cupid,
you probs mistake, hate for affection, the epitomy of stupid,

and if i came hard in this battle, that would be a waste of lines,
because these herbs, infecting the site, are a sign of the times,

unlimited lines, to the small matter of 8, do you comprehend,
you only got limited lies, after you pride, what is there 2 defend,

im'a give ya a few more lines bring death upon you one more bar,
you livin a masquerade like Clef, another verbal scar,

im leavin now, time for me to nail you coffin, im bout seal you fate,
fututres decided already, yous a goner, my wrath has no escape,

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