all right burn, you know my rhythms, they be hellish and when im done with you you'll be just short of a relic, you know im sellin' distorts, and you have really been trying to retort, failing on the report to dillude facts, sorry got a little dis-tracted, heres a map of the raps you have pre-written cause you know you aint been spiting these rhymes, its all a given you need to be rewritten and stop worrying about knitting mittens, your just a rap-kitten, welcome to the world of hip-hop- you gonna get dropped- you gonna get shot *pop* and get used like a mop- so go ahead and try to stop me, everyone has done good so far, right? have you seen poor angela? she's picking up the next flight to flee, you should be there too, not me you see-how do ya think a man outta be? when all you be giving is fake raps, im so filled with glee, because then i can destroy you with my entire rap fam-il-y, you are goin up against the kings, and all you be doin is givin us the keys- fine, for now ill just let it be, see ya, shesh.
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Anyhoo, i was just feeling like rhyming a bit and burn was the first person i thought of. i mad respect him, dont get wrong. tell me what you think. peace untill next time,

-Crude