Smash boards and drop jaws, Im raps Blake Griffin
Stop, rewind, pause
now loop it like Im GIFin.
Cant stop my trajectory, fly high like Im in Sector Z,
Your tournament is over, unfortunate to battle me.
Dont expect an upset, my rhymes makin your mom wet
Your **** stinks so bad it clears the room like a bomb threat.
The Partys winding Down before you even got your first set,
Your career is over *****-- are we having fun yet?
Strike below the belt, breaking balls like vasectomy,
My heat is radiating while you cant detect yours rectally.
Reject attempts to lecture me cause Ill be this rounds teacher,
This aint Sunday School but Id suggest you get your preacher.
(Thanks for the leniency once again)
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Vive ut Vitas