It’s only round one so maybe you're just rusty,
but this still ain't right like Penn State sans-Dusky.
Enough with tired disses and talkin bout your semen,
We know the only time that you get dome is when you’re dreamin.
That **** was Ryan Leaf, but it doesn’t shake— it flops
I’ll samba on your hearse and at the wake I’ll call the cops
for indecent exposure when I read this as the eulogy
The guests’ll know the cause of death was that can’t compete with me.
If you’re King of the town then it’s clear you’re mad as Lear,
Just give up and die or act the Fool and disappear.
I’m in the 99% of lyricists above your zone
Put my verses on a sign and watch me Occupy the throne.
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Vive ut Vitas