The fuse is burning, and the timers set.
Got 12 lines turning you into a bloody mess.
It started with a rope, the stringing of my words.
and continued with dope and sweet sounds I unhurled.
I'm performing this verse to ensure your demise
Being tongue tied must hurt, but now do you realize?
I would finish first at worst, and not even apply.
The teachings of the rapper church, where I am idolized.
Now brace yourself for a grand explosion.
Your face needs help. Is that brain erosion?
That clock is ticking down, and you're not named Jack Bauer.
A shock is felt all around, for you there's no next hour.
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Chrono1219