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[MENTION=27867]Lenox[/MENTION] set up a battle thread with no poll, but somebody said 3-0, so I'll be a nice guy and give him that one. But we did agree to rounds. So round one is one and o. This is the second comming, now with poll.
Check it out.
Take your tounge out the asshole of Pope Francis
whipe them lips off, and start running that rickshaw
with my feet on ya back like giving peace to the dead
or Roanda Rousy, if you don’t start peeping instead
the wreath on your head stone be quick to reach it’s bed
time won’t Reverse Live minds blown will speak the great
Alexander up to a T, while he was still in puberty
even the nazies had it right tryna improve the human breed
if you look at me, my handwriting, yours conversely
you’re unworthy, writing old school Skeme’s that’s already Seen
in the movie scenes of the 80’s, the Tube, the scene
of a crazy lucid dream, in which the dealer delt shit
and the fiends was babies … Kid, I’m your worst nightmare
writing fire in the white glare of a lightyear
so expand the Iris in your stare or get baptized in Dutch
have your mind as stuck as the knife is inside your guts
poetic licence to kill, come and try your luck
I fire up and dust you off like a Midas Touch sample, yo
you rarely battle, you just acting pro
like a faggot with an antilope mantern that never blast the fo'
I come at you with more angles than Periscope
fuck Being John Malkovich, being Lenox is a gut cramping joke
homie, I know that you know, that you owe that dude Loe
for a lot of acting lessons, but homie, you choke like huge black investements
into that green, I seen you get back to wrestling
with your Identity like Bourn again I. G.
and it's aight, B, but try me
I'll teach your ass the lesson that it came down to that initial bad decision
Check it out.
Take your tounge out the asshole of Pope Francis
whipe them lips off, and start running that rickshaw
with my feet on ya back like giving peace to the dead
or Roanda Rousy, if you don’t start peeping instead
the wreath on your head stone be quick to reach it’s bed
time won’t Reverse Live minds blown will speak the great
Alexander up to a T, while he was still in puberty
even the nazies had it right tryna improve the human breed
if you look at me, my handwriting, yours conversely
you’re unworthy, writing old school Skeme’s that’s already Seen
in the movie scenes of the 80’s, the Tube, the scene
of a crazy lucid dream, in which the dealer delt shit
and the fiends was babies … Kid, I’m your worst nightmare
writing fire in the white glare of a lightyear
so expand the Iris in your stare or get baptized in Dutch
have your mind as stuck as the knife is inside your guts
poetic licence to kill, come and try your luck
I fire up and dust you off like a Midas Touch sample, yo
you rarely battle, you just acting pro
like a faggot with an antilope mantern that never blast the fo'
I come at you with more angles than Periscope
fuck Being John Malkovich, being Lenox is a gut cramping joke
homie, I know that you know, that you owe that dude Loe
for a lot of acting lessons, but homie, you choke like huge black investements
into that green, I seen you get back to wrestling
with your Identity like Bourn again I. G.
and it's aight, B, but try me
I'll teach your ass the lesson that it came down to that initial bad decision