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My aim's to get bent respect to those who went

Every line I sent was a line I meant

every lie I ventilate laid the bait in wait

separate the great from the common rate

bit the best and ate the rest

who gonna pass the test

I suggest you pass the cess

little pest you get stressed and depressed

buckshot to your chest and dirt pressed

I'll guess you know less leave a mess

when you mess with the best

merrily my men move majestically

my matches mar mere mortals

and opens portals to different places

throughout time and spaces like Janus I had different phases

my home base is tasteless your face fields amazement

when I wield rhymes the rest is the basement

ever nascent I impress yes

done growing you are less

test me they'll have to arrest me

to wrest me they'll have to get my hands off your testes

no fucker stands next to me