the parchment which describes my destiny. is a farce. including the margins. why are you so guarded? pick my brain. for free. it's a bargain. no fees. no redundancies. you dumb emcees.. it's pretty evident i'm running on sober fumes. i'm so confused. remind me why i even wrote with you. if i battled normal? opponents would be so abused.. you're so imbued. with your holy books, and your code of rules. i have the Co-dex here. i'm going to hawk my Rolex-wears, and use the money to go around the world giving speeches about unimportant affairs, all while impaired. i knew you wouldn't care. that's why there's free cookies and orange juice- to go Around my dear. let's get started shall we? well first of all it appears you are retarded. so i will speak slowly and write in the margins. of the pamphlet, handout.. i edited, your destiny. in your future?- u Do not Mess with me. this is better for your life trajectory. secondly? i nit picked your master-piece. i'm not a dick; it's notabout nastiness. i'd like to see you climb. to your potential mastery.. it's not about rhymes; al-though they fascinate. my mere presence, will antiquate.. these average fakes. who can't get paid. unlike me. who charge a premium for my speech. oh wait. it's free.. no fees.
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