What you lack in creativity you make up for with verbosity,
My verse is the epitome of what rap is supposed to be.
My lyrics smash spirits, throwing molotovs from the roof,
Only time that you’re on fire’s when I’m burning you with liquid proof
flowing from my veins to enflame your lame insipid spoof.
A faux intellectual, your flow was ineffectual,
I’m saying you suck dick but I don’t think you’re homosexual
cause I see you don’t like it so I’ll make your rape a spectacle.
I’m winning this race cause I just picked up a star,
While you’re spinning in place like you double tapped R.
Your entire world is over, as rappin’s Lord I reckon that
I’m across the finish line before got your second lap.
(edit: fixed a spelling mistake)
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Vive ut Vitas