Fags like yu dont deserve to breathe, so i'll RIP-YA-LUNGS-OUT
n' yeah, ur gun's like pimples...cuz when u pop it, LIQUID-COMES-OUT!
if i came to a party he was at, this BITCH-WOULD-RUN-OUT
and he'd 'run back to the Rev' like CHICKS-ON-'RUNS-HOUSE'
when my CLIPS-N-GUNS-OUT, Sonny KILLIN'-THA-BASTARD
u 'unprepared to spray'..like 'febreeze cans STILL-IN-THA-PLASTIC'
my words ILLER-THAN-GRAPHICS, REALER-THAN-MAGIC
too advanced to compare to ur verses of FILLERS-N'-WACK-SHIT
i'll FEEL-EM-WIT-ACID, burn ya insides wit INTERNAL-FLAMES
your career movin soo slow....it even got TURTLE'S-SHAMED!
i'ma PROFESSIONAL-AT-THIS, absolute BEST-ON-THE-ATLAS
i'll easily STEP-ON-U-FAGGOTS from my INTELLECTUAL-STATUS..
the PRESSURE-GREW-TRAGIC. u thought i cudn't MESS-WIT-U-AT-THIS
now u realize u wont win, you gonna take LESSONS-OR-PRACTICE..
Ya open mics name is 'Body Snatcher'?? you WILD-AS-EVER
cuz only bodies u snatchin...is little gurls cuz u a CHILD-MOLESTER!

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A.K.A The Punchline Champion!