No Nintendo; my only Link to the Past is I reside in it
Hyper speed to cyberspace, my life has turned to swipes and clicks
There’s got to be more than glowing screens and woes is me, just
A way to stop I’m done mixing shit up like a cold barista
Always wanted to a heartbreaker, one look at me make their ovaries bust
Until I learned that women cause my soul deceit, lust..
Is my flow fucked? The multis don’t match, The similes awkward
Yep keep up the energy when you see my enemies fall first
Brain advanced like mob psycho, they won’t applaud my call to the mic though
My grimoire is this grammar, the writing on the walls full of typos
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