Oh, what gives to let live the shrill thrill that is me;
shitting skill that reveals, indeed kills weak emcees?
With my incandescent light I glow bright through the night.
When I write I ignite kind of like dynamite.
Every sentence written lets you witness sickness within sinnin' brigands.
Mention competition, get 'em missin' just with dissin'. Listen,
this shit will not stop till my clock's ceased to tock,
when I'm dropped in a box. Caught some shit sucking cock.
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