dude...that wasn't wack...
Now backtrack to time when Psylocke was British
Butterfly eyes, turned Asian, then I'd hit it
Bullseye joking now, but the fucker's never kidding
He'll hit you, stick many men, just like Fiddy
Starks making millions like his name was P Diddy
That rhyme was shitty, but no shittier than Slapstick
Light-weight like Longshot, like Mojo causing static
Illmatic automatic bust glocks like Frank Castle
You killed my parents, now got that brooding schtick mastered
Bastards, and that's literally like Logan
Why is every Asian samurai or shogun?
No superpowers, just swords and blowguns,
The Hand's slapping down now, across ya pale cheek
Like Betsy Braddock, I turn all you yellow, just like me!
All you that braggin, you can call yourself my children
How many heroes you know makin millions?
Starks talking stocks with Reed, and Prof X
While Luke Cage n' Paige both bleed in debt
Now that's funny, money, the one hero's vice
While we're stuck paying a fukkin four dollar cover price!
Christ, I'm a sage, just call me Doc Strange
Iron-man mainframe, Ghost stole my game
Y'all insane, I'm insight, like Uatu
I'm watching you, so ask ya self What If...
...my little wack rhyme, just blows ya whole shit?
(shit!)

HAha...now *that* was wack!

-Tp

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