like a dime a dozen, this rhyme is nothing to cook up.
if i rhyme, i'm cutting in lines, cousin. good luck.
with no white lines, i'm eight balling the effort
redlining your options so you'll be spying forever
from a six foot difference: i'm watering your tombstone
with yellow number five like residue. you know.
you couldn't see me if i was mario in your mansion
and yet, only when you see tail is when you're advancing?
the next run is for ransom, go hard or go kill yourself
or i'll be that fat f*****t out to steal your health
eighteen androids before me, i see you pouring
your heart and soul into writing for terraforming
the grounds for this battle. where it happens, you chose
either way, i play the part of GALACTUS. you lose
you can't house schools of thoughts if i devour planets
so
thank you and come again with some different tactics.
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