Born To Kill must be joking, this wack head's gone mental
Your wins are exactly like your life.. accidental
Your existance is limited to a certain amount of wackness
With lines that repel everything.. Even electro-magnets
Impossible to withstand me.. Like a legendary land tree
Your shit could leave kids sadder than Christmas without family
Don't be ashamed of your age, As long as you believe
Who knows, Maybe you'll score a wife and let go of RB
Look at it this way, If wackness was dope, you'd be weed
Your pre written shit is no match for me..
..Like an exotic car in the street
.. This was just like you.. Key'd

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Respect is all I'm after.
Prime effort is all you can expect.
Perfection will be promised in time.

The Creation