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In misbelief, you mis-believe, no diss or beef, I sing this rhyme
Call for backup, I'm your enemy, forget me, condemn me
Fuck strategy, it's just me, with pesticide you can stomp me
Cuz it's like a war but just a game, I send out my troops
Send out my tanks, my trucks, and then I claim my loot
Ifrit for the fire, Shiva for the fucking icy blast
I'm fiery like the fireplace, cold like a jerky-ass
It irks me, yes, how your stand changes like the seasons
Your mood swings, you cry and scream for no reasons
Like Bahamut screams, shockwavy blast from the Griever
You're a high damage boss fight, bitch you just a Retriever
There's no exit, so I accept it, I most expect it
With acid, you rancid, I guessed it, you enact it
But what do I demand for in this rhyme for some dang bithces?
I'ma flip the bird and express it in different languages