You suck Diablo, your just a cuck Diablo,
Sitting on a porch plucking banjos,
Inbred redneck - you probably fuck your cousin's asshole,
Get fucked Diablo.
You should lock horns with an oncoming train,
My impossible range cannot be contained,
Hotter than phosphorus flame when I'm locked in and engaged,
I'll stomp on your brain till your consciousness fades,
You must be deranged to think you could match my technique,
I leave people shellshocked - combat fatigue,
My styles a master's degree, your's a copy machine,
Battling me? Catostorophe.
Better take what you wrote and press control alt delete,
Don't even bother. Your presence cheapens this discrete endeavour,
I'll beat you till you cease forever, until your heart beat's a tremor,
I look upon you with a real displeasure.
Your reply? Mere conjecture
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