He ran outta this thread yelling ^^^^, cuz he's bound ta lose...
Strapped inta whackness, like he's wearing high heeled shoes.
I'd diss The Hands Of God, but only half remember ya scorn...
The other half does, and they wish ya hadn't been Reborn.
Cuz ya bore like sermons performed by pastors who stutter...
Thog couldn't spit smooth, if he actually spit spreadable butter.
But ya high on yaself, like sittin pretty on a heavenly throne...
If beauty's in tha eye of the beholder, guess you been holdin ya own.
Cuz no one else will, couldn't get laid in a whorehouse with a million bucks...
They'd all turn down ya dick, but they'd line up for ya lessons on suck.

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