You build yourself up to be torn down, I'll leave you crumbled and junked
Oh, wait, good one musicbanter, you got me battling that kid from punk'd
Maybe I was walking backwards, hit a pole and fell
But that's all irrelavent because your flowing sucks and your raps are wack as hell.
This has got to be a f*cking joke, comparing me to mothergoose?
I'll rip out your spinal cord so you can use it as your f*cking noose.
I think the part that processes rhymes in Crowquill's brain is disfuctional, it's broke
I'm still waiting for Ashton Kutcher to come out and tell me this was all a joke.
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