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Round 3 Judgement Day
Ayo, yo Sonny, You expect to beat me, with those elementary metaphors?? I should've stopped you long time ago, I cant stand this anymore Your word and metaphors misusage, is abusive, but not to me, towards your own!! How you gonna battle me with a pistol, while I pack torpedoes and missiles, that homes Your stagnant flows are hopeless, and thats regardless, that they're harmless I could write better rhymes, if I was armless, plus all your punchlines are straight garbage I capitalize and verbalize, I defeat you with no effort in ease, While you begging and crying on your knees, Your soul I simply seize Your basic molecular hits, packs the least effects, in warfare While my commodious, humongous, collosal lyrical capacity, is banned for being unfair My NewsiC is so ferociously NoyC, its leavin you hearing impaired So while your rap of Childish games and Pez dispensers, The mouth of the Dragon you enter Devourin you and your childish rhymes, resulting from your denial to surrender You and your mother, the same gender, and both in my power and will Under my jurisdictions and restrictions, disobey the Father and be killed And die you shall, for tryin to oppose against your parent, your King!! Your ignorancy will take your life, cuz I can end it with One Swing But your foolishness to continue to fight, grabbin a MiC, will soon end Cuz I spit straight Kung Fu lava, while you chokin up chunky Flu Phlegm 18 lines and not a single rhyme, hit or caused damage Time to snap Slim jim into two, like I was Randy Savage Judgement day, dont be afraid, cuz your absolutely right, I'll be Gone Cuz you'll be watchin from the sidelines, while I battle in yet Another Round 1!!!!!
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