What are you thinking, you must be insane//
you lay on the floor, in a pool of blood stain//
my rhymes, they go against the grain, but i dont strain//
i just conjure up a word or two in my enchanced brain//
Case scenario worst? You were destined to leave here in a hearse//
Rap is voodoo, and I just cast a curse//
the only redemption, is to haul your ass to church//
Im gonna make it loud and clear, just who you're dealin with//
Im a white suburban kid, and you dont know shit//
Rap isnt a game, you might as well quit//
Your raps arn't good, i dont deem them fit//
I say this as i walk away, This seems to be it//
Your face here, my certificate//

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PenPalz