I’m on my classic world class **** and you aint even regional,
Your punches just aint feasible, know that I’m unreachable,
I can keep a cadence but it doesn’t make me beatable.
Like Torres you’re goalless so sit and watch me score this,
Wow you’re a Sham, Vince, all you beat is whore bits.
Knock you outta orbit and erase your whole existence,
Your best bet was a forfeit, you’ll never go the distance,
It’s my luck to battle you: the path of least resistance.
Named after Chrono but you sure are one dimensional,
Your verses are forgettable while mine are placed on pedestals.
This match is such a bloodbath that I almost feel remorse,
It’s like beating up Roll’s sorry ass with SENTINEL FORCE
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Vive ut Vitas