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>You fail to recognize intelligence, indelible penmanship,
>to diagnose flow of eloquence,
>so where did you inherit this, acquired brain defective
>syndrome?
>you cant refer to the predicate,
>talking to a duck in a colloquial term is quack quack or
>k-whack k-whack, which your prefer?
>your dealing with a lyrical piece-wish submitting my the-sis
>of unrivaled words of blee-ding internal,
>that's what my vivid slurs do,
>so highly incomparable to parables that burn you,
>a likeness,
>but your energy is lifeless,
>miniscule from masses even Einstein couldn't try fa,
>so ima, tell it to you plainly as this,
>'hey star' you quint ezzentially a blip upon my radar.
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dam battling u and ur blabber
makes me rather clean my crib or sumthing
not 1 profound diss from u -u aint saying nothing
u neva hit a home run just steady bunting
jump over ur clutter like kids playing or something
u just havent got a clue
ur shyt is tha zoo or a circus
see i dig past the earths crust to expose ur locust focus
soap on a rope ish thas just bogus
i just wish u came wit one real diss
that wasnt being wiped off like a dish
fuggit ill dislocate ur disks from ur spine if u enter at risk
have u think ur dreaming in need of a pinch
ripping u is a sinch
i could do it wit my eyes closed
my shyt stays on ur brain like that shyt up ur nose
make u break a leg n rip ur panty hose
i feel like a psychic cuz i just know
this will be on some simpleton ish
cuz im complicated like metamorphisis



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