Here comes illiterate flamer bird Phoeniix, two eyes(i’s) blazing/
Used to be a cyclops but added an eye for male gazing/

It’s amazing that in appraising ya worth I found hell on earth/
Reading ya rhymes is like a perpetual state of Shaq’s vaginal birth/

Doesn’t reading that hurt?, well pussy, I just ripped you harder/
Keeping n00bs outta RB.com’s my cause, an’ I just made you it’s martyr/

Even ya choice of ghostwriter is bad, kid doesn’t have that much savvy/
but fuck that, you’re the ghost, ya don’t even have the presence of your avy/

My lyric is spit so cold that it encased ya in a wall of icicle spears/
Firebird changed the mold in that all that was flaming were his tears/

As a kid you experienced jeers, lack of peers was why ya buried yourself in mythology/
Bitch should of realized that to rise the Phoenix dies, should have invested your time in theology/

But bitch, it’s not blasphemy to say that even god can’t save you from this merking/
Just be glad that God’s a comedian, and your downfall is the reason he’s smirking/

Phoeniix was looking a little TENSE, so I shredded ‘em with my CLAUSE/
Phoeniix is so fucking inept in English, has to cover his dictionary in gause/

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