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Better Than You Anytime, anyplace, I will kick you in your face. Anyhow, anywhere, I will leave you in despair. You name the place, tell me the time, there isn't a word I can't rhyme. Not a chance, I will loose, your words leave a mental bruise. I'm gods gift to the pen, you have smaller ***** than Ken. Don't hate the player, hate the game, by now you all know my name. I'm not a poet or a rapper, just a rhymer, writer and a scrapper. I entertain you with my catchy hooks, it helps that I have sensational looks. You're nothing but a fudge packing **** pirate, oh I'm sorry, was that supposed to be private. You can't mess with the rhyme master, what a shame you turned into a disaster. I've taught you everything you know, but I left out the part how to properly flow. You were my pupil, you tried to go alone, like Medusa, I turned you into stone. The **** you write, no one reads, to me everyone eventually concedes. You're like Pepsi, I'm like Coke, I'm an unsolvable riddle, you're just a joke. As I stand here waiting for the duel, the longer I wait, the more I fuel. I see you lurking in the shadows, you're heading right for the gallows. This is your last chance to surrender, I commend you for trying to be a contender. But as I suspected, I'm better than you, I left your underwear brown, and your ***** blue.
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Dec 9, 2013
Dec 9, 2013 at 6:51 PM UTC
Better Than You
Better Than You Anytime, anyplace, I will kick you in your face. Anyhow, anywhere, I will leave you in despair. You name the place, tell me the time, there isn't a word I can't rhyme. Not a chance, I will loose, your words leave a mental bruise. I'm gods gift to the pen, you have smaller ***** than Ken. Don't hate the player, hate the game, by now you all know my name. I'm not a poet or a rapper, just a rhymer, writer and a scrapper. I entertain you with my catchy hooks, it helps that I have sensational looks. You're nothing but a fudge packing **** pirate, oh I'm sorry, was that supposed to be private. You can't mess with the rhyme master, what a shame you turned into a disaster. I've taught you everything you know, but I left out the part how to properly flow. You were my pupil, you tried to go alone, like Medusa, I turned you into stone. The **** you write, no one reads, to me everyone eventually concedes. You're like Pepsi, I'm like Coke, I'm an unsolvable riddle, you're just a joke. As I stand here waiting for the duel, the longer I wait, the more I fuel. I see you lurking in the shadows, you're heading right for the gallows. This is your last chance to surrender, I commend you for trying to be a contender. But as I suspected, I'm better than you, I left your underwear brown, and your ***** blue.
allen-wilbert
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Dec 9, 2013
Dec 9, 2013 at 6:51 PM UTC
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