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Originally Posted by zygote
I'll adorn a morgue with your organs sprawled like smorgasbords,
My work is called a tour de force,
Your work is called a poor response,
I call the shots, the mortgagor collecting outstanding loans on your family home,
Enter the battle zone and I'll make your lab explode,
The hazard's known like sniffing acetone.
I know this stuff back to front - call it a palindrome.
all challenge gone. Nothing you can say could be new to me,
My product is stylish - steak board charcuterie,
Your product is processed - paleo-gluten-free,
I keep opponents locked in like gated communities,
Debasing you brutally,
You cannot compete, so don't even try,
I've got an oversupply of noteworthy rhymes.
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Let’s dissect this style:
You called a mortician to perform an autopsy on a walking corpse,
My work is all rewarding,
Yours is boring as crematoria order forms.
I do it for the cause, the coroner assembling back the bones you haven’t broke,
It’s casket closed when I’m at your throat,
like Dracula open-mouthed with fangs exposed.
Which means the same thing either way - like a Palindrome.
That’s to show you how it’s done, since you failed so amusingly.
My products refined - plated up beautifully,
Your product is tiring - take out from Uber Eats,
My man better be transgender since he ain’t who he used to be.
I’m the greatest that you’ve seen,
This fallacy deemed by your “oversupply”
only equates to surplus wastage nobody likes most of the time.
Go fucking die.