Your name is the thing that'll be hanging on ya toe
When I kill you in this poll unidentifiable John Doe
This a six syllable rhyme but that aint nuthin' jack off
I'd try harder but I saw your shit an laughed my fukin' ass off
You wouldn't be real whether you took the blue or red pill
Wake up chump you goin' nowhere like on treadmills
I suggest next time you run you maybe try instead hills
Cos you need elevation then next time yoa might not get killed

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