Tried for the KO but fell flat like playdough,
Played like a game show and balled up like free throws.
I suggest you flee, hoe, before my flow gets evil,
Like putting gas in diesel, too late there’s no retrieval,
You can’t take that trash back before I hit with something lethal.
Put my **** up on an easel and watch the voters salivate,
Your motor won’t reactivate, weapons just can’t calibrate,
Entire system’s jammed so best eject when I eradicate
that lie you try to fabricate, this is a game that you can’t navigate,
Your **** is watered down, it’s rap juice from concentrate.
Your inadequate aggregate can’t even beat my average,
I’m yelling “OOH YEAH!” cause your defeat was ****ing Savage.
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