mmmmm
I'm the dopehead beast from netcees of lyrical killing//
even for defeating me, you would need knowledge of spiritual healing//
burst your spleen, people begging me to be their Ghostwriters
Love your meal to get energy to battle me
Because I'm so hot that I merely roast ligthers
slash the waves with my mouth's blow like Spiritual Wizard//
Clash the braves with my rhymes & Scouts end Critical blizzard//
Thinking you got what it takes to win battle,
I'll destroy your rattle.
Say you Netcees O.G,
you just Netcees O.G. Wannabe.
I tried your turn
links on the way
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