I'll rip through your crew quicker than gunslingers shoot in saloons,
Eschew what you do and bid you adieu,
My skill is approved.
Your lyrics? Subsumed.
We are not the same - dissimilitude.
You're simply a fool.
Your chess metaphors are dead weight,
I'll smash your breast plate till your chest breaks,
Check mate.
You must be inhaling lead paint if you try to compete,
My style is so sweet it comes with vitamin C and gets served with hors d'oeuvres on the island of Crete,
Your style is replete with stylistic blunders,
Compared to my high level structure I tear you asunder,
Bring warfare and thunder to your shores when I plunder,
Raining down hell when I dispatch Mr J, K and L,
I'll put you away in a cell like ghislaine maxwell.
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