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Packing/ no space lacking/ lyrics backing/

Floor boards cracking/ leaving you asking/

But you keep gasping/ time relapsing/ We can rewind things/

but we can't mask things/ Absurdly in a short verse,

so many words work/ You are in an anaphylactic shock/

As you have no immunity to this allergy I bring/

I'm only 7 lines in and the fat lady prepares to sing/

I bring my A game/ verbal word play/ Piercing armor

that comes my way/ Using tracers to light my way/

got something to say?/ I'm raining hell fire down

as if you were a slut in bukkake/ This nuclear explosion

is going to turn the sky gray/ And create another ice age/

No party of coming of age/ Your life is cut short/

This case is never reaching court/ The verdict

has been in, since this thing begin/ the final blow

Will leave you speechless/ As you try to reach this/

Your dendrites are stuck across your synapse/

Go finish your nap/ Wisdom and skill you lack/

In the end your left with 'the clap'.