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Orc's been battling for eons, he's got those dated punches that make you hurl
But my writing's the future, so-ma bars feelin' like a Brave New World
Now watch this kid get a loss from me, bet everything's bitten, so honestly
It'd be more fittin' if every written came with a bibliography
It's like Whose Line when dude rhymes, hell it's almost prophecy
'Cause he's been tryin' Stiles that aren't his, that's what I'm
callin' mockery
Orc's broad'll flock to me, she texted "Netflix and chill?"
But he's more like Exxon than she lets on, she expected to drill
And when the weapon's concealed, it's like a couple simulatin' sex
'Cause if I can't put hands on this bitch then we
bang-in' techs
This classic'll turn to Blackfish if Orc'a get violent
Till-I-come back at 'em and now he's matchin' flows with Poseidon
Catch Orc ridin' to prom, four's on me and I'll pull it soon
It'll stick this Orc-kid in his chest so his corsage is a bullet wound
And they said you're Irish... so when I'm goin' to grab steel
I'll put a potato on the muzzle for an appropriate last meal