A’ight, props, yo. You didn’t fail to fire back.

You tossed a wrench into my flow and had my game outta whack.

But that was yesterday, kid. And now I’m here to collect,

On the thrashing I owe you for your blatant disrespect.

You call collect, ‘cuz your Flezz don’t flow like mine.

You try to stand tall, but no one can hear you whine.

And in time, you’ll fizzle just like all the rest.

You’re drownin’ in your pipe dreams if you think you’re the best.

If you were a lifeguard, some boy would probably die,

If you swim like you rap, like a rock, you’d sink in no time.

And I’d pull you to shore, if I could find you a rope,

But now you’re drowning in a sea of failure; a lost hope.

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Now I got some herbs in my oven, all bubblin’ and brewin’.

Watch my eyes glaze over and soon I’m all tuned in,

To the frequency that frightens all fakers away.

I’ve got you twisting in the wind. I’ll send your bum all the way to next Sunday.

You’ve held on strong up through all these grenades,

Of hate-filled harmonics raining down on your parade.

But like the little train that couldn’t, you can’t climb the hill,

But that’s the price that you pay for these kinds of cheap thrills.

So keep on truckin, my little brainfrost-bitten genius.

I’ll turn my volume down and let you close the gap between us.

Because before the gong chimes and it’s time for recess,

You’ll be pbumed out on the floor, without a heartbeat in your chest.

’CUZ YOU RUNNIN’ OUTTA BREATH fine upstanding member of society.