Named after a poet but your flow is ****ing pitiful,
Your raps are damn predictable, cant knock me off the pinnacle,
Master of the syllable, shows I put on are clinical,
If this is the Departed Im the cop and youre the criminal.
Think youre ****in clever before I Mark you with my nine,
You need more than just a little luckthe stars have to align.
Like Carol in HR youre not all there, that **** was empty,
This just aint your Day Man, your play just isnt trendy.
You must be sniffin' glue if you thought that trash was treasure,
Nows your chance to DQ and vanish quick like cheshire.
But Im the one whos laughing at your tourney hopes crashing,
My journeys making waves and youre stuck in the mud splashing.
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Vive ut Vitas