Sire of Slicen? That was wicked!
K here we go
I enter through your house from the back way
From the freeway
While you tend to say
What you been plannin
I'm jammin
To the the rhymes I produce
Internal flow keep it loose
Or you'll stutter
When I rhyme I mutter
While your room is full of clutter
Fabio swear it ain't butter
But I know the truth
Cause I read your mind
Psychic flames up in here
Well your out of time
Beep/Huh what?/ Guess what kid your Game's all over
Cause you lost all your life
And your MP's gone
Guess what man you lose
And my skill's all gone...
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and for now the tired soldier sheathes his sword...
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