i abhor what you adore, on the floor a dirty peon
or a w****, ruinin' thor lore when you call me "daddy neon"
my encore and i restore, no rapport you're just a b****
stealth - but with no wealth, no health, just a nervous twitch.
can't address what i possess, my c.s. access or'cle's
i impress while you regress, in duress like drowning torkoals.
success - you're under stress, 'cause princess you're just a hasssle
you're gallant. oh, your talent? must be in another castle.
it's unclear why you revere, far or near, across the sea
we can peer, view the premier starring mer and the jp.
rap's shakespeare, 'low my tier, my fans cheer "winning like sheen!"
"for-" mer f***s in muk skin; says ruxin "-ever unclean!"
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Virtue - "You don't need a reason to help SuperNiceDog."