I'll Go Ahead and Spit Flames onto the track, set it ablaze and ignite it again
Have the department rush to the booth, and use hoses while fighting my pen
You're excited again, because you've seen "Cosh" under Creative Writing
I see your timing, it getting slower, you heard right I see time
This beats mine, you're weeks behind, you can't keep up with these rhymes.
My lines are always on point, I should be a Geometry teacher
I have to tell the truth, your rhymes were honestly weaker
It's very hard to calm me down like a Lobotomy seeker
You can't understand what I say like a anomaly speaker.
I'll Use your lyric sheets as kindling like piled fliers
I've got hotter albums then family victims of a wildfire
I've got sicker lines then a crowded emergency room
On my way to the top, hold on tight, you'll emerge with me soon
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