I come correct, every line dropped with heat
And you come plain, appropriate since that's what you do after every defeat
You always drop bullshit, lose then get bitter
I got the goods on you, best you can claim is that he follows you on twitter
I'm in peak battling form, I'll school you son
We don't know where your form at, or why you can't write in a correct one
If you had a rep, I'd be leaving it in tatters
I can't be bothered to finish this bar properly, but really now, like it matters
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