Neverending Rap Battle II

hitman you quote my stuff cause u wanna be like me
but with that last rap you wrote it seems not likely
it seems every time i battle you ur suckin someone elses coc
u started with your best friend now its venom when will this stop?
talkin **** about u shot a cop and let him rot your lyin
if u did shoot a cop youd probably start cryin
u a pusy and thats plain to see
and im evrythin that u aim to be
i will continue to battle u until the very ends
and have u shitin ur self like when ur watchin barney and friends

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Anyone ready to spit against me?

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I spit a lyrical disaster
Cause bitch, im the master
See my beats are so sick
I shoulda got a medic
And all yall rhymes are just pathetic
But when you hear my verse itll make you freeze
And bring you ass to your knees
Cause you **** is lame
And i came here to take over the whole rap game

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Spitting Venom's got a suprise.

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I turn ma back for three days
And then some next dickhead sprays,
Quiet Storm in the three kings,
Sounds gay like lord of the rings,
This pussy needs to get real,
Cus the three fags don't appeal,
You think you're lyrically deeper,
My bars will punish ya soul like the grim reaper,
I put ya mother in a sleeper,
Inpregnate her and cut out her uterus
I stay true to this,
While you make these wack ass raps,
Wack ass bars with stupid gaps,
You need to check the real facts,
You're **** lacks,
Read your **** its not hard to figure,
And dont call me a nigger,
You can feel this rapture,
When I spit at an amature,
And whos this man superman,
You can do all ya can,
spit about a punk, junk and a trunk,
The only thing you be spittin out is my spunk,
Your verse weren't worthy of my eyes,
You both on some fake **** like the x-files.

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eMjey wrote:

I turn ma back for three days
And then some next dickhead sprays,
Quiet Storm in the three kings,
Sounds gay like lord of the rings,
This pussy needs to get real,
Cus the three fags don't appeal,
You think you're lyrically deeper,
My bars will punish ya soul like the grim reaper,
I put ya mother in a sleeper,
Inpregnate her and cut out her uterus
I stay true to this,
While you make these wack ass raps,
Wack ass bars with stupid gaps,
You need to check the real facts,
You're **** lacks,
Read your **** its not hard to figure,
And dont call me a nigger,
You can feel this rapture,
When I spit at an amature,
And whos this man superman,
You can do all ya can,
spit about a punk, junk and a trunk,
The only thing you be spittin out is my spunk,
Your verse weren't worthy of my eyes,
You both on some fake **** like the x-files.

Golly more of this bullshit rap
When i hear you spittin all you doin is runnin your damn yap
You know you cant rhyme man this **** is done
I got you in the palm of my hand, i already won
Its almost like algebra 1
im like the denomitaor dominatin every MC
And this playa aint even up to my degree
I know you cant rhyme, hell why do i even care
Why dont you go on back home, man this **** is unfair
Your a muthafuckin choke aritist, you caught a bad 1
you so desperate you bought up lord of the rings, this **** isnt even fun

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this cuss is a straight diss to dog 4 life , emjay,and black ops and any other fukin haters who wanna drop ,

dog 4 life
you'll be a dog served on a knife
blade curves between your ribcage
leaves your vertabrae sprayed
you'll hit the curb like clay
an splatter
you say cause you dont do this every day
your badder
excrete from your bladder
when i apply heat and make bone shatter
break through skin tissue physical form void of matter
i got issue's people avoid on this forum
wont even touch them or just ignor them
so i keep punching an moving forward
towards with two swords
crashin two by four boards
across your vocal chords
blood lost left your vocals gored
throw you in a choke hold im bored
you'll pulse is fulse
you broke and fold on the floor
convulse
blood pours from your ulser
left dead circled by a vulture
in our culture its noone's fault-ur disposed decaying flesh
every breath
left spraying these flows
till death i'll be saying to foes
i'll break ya nose
leave fakes exposed
take your soul
unable to breathe make your lungs collapse and close
my raps trapped your mind in liquid nitrogen and left it froze
sendin heathens where demons go
your just a peon
i see on
porcelain you happen to be on
im rappin beyond your scripts
i see dawn, hit you with a tip
so you cant respawn, stripped your lips
leave your breed gone
fragments of your body left for death to feed on ,
i can take every cuss you can dish
youre banished
to be weak an famished
when you speak you damn miss
leave no damage you vanish
an wish you could spit tones through a cipher
hit bone split blown like a sniper
scripts of stone deciphered
through rhyme
a knife to ur spine
first goes your vital signs
your mind left to time
you go deaf then blind
loose taste
with haste
an all the feeling in your face
smell gone from the flesh peeling erased
sealing your fate
ur dealing straight
with the grim reaper
locked in a sleeper
glock cocked move closer so the wound is deeper
doom laced a rag in ether
death comes soon crawling out the speakers
not from a preacher
but from the proff a teacher
a failed experiment a creature
built hostel from apostle's
hallacoustel remains fossil's
drained reanimated arranged
into a brain reincarnated changed
inflamed by the hatred of able an cane
turntables burst into flames when I spit
burst your frame you cant deny it
got you looking like ur on the crack diet
your quiet as a broken quart
chokeing short your life in your vocal chords
reports of a knife stored in your corpse
cocking my stalk you can find me behind enemy lines ,
as I flow ill
u fall into shock bullets lock bindin your spine another enemy dies
like road kill
emjay has no skill a hasbin who has no real assperation in life
you grasp for air as you gasp I tear a hole gashing your throat lacerations knife
wounds has life soon fadeing doom my blade brings
in your room a grenade flings
as the pin pulls
releaseing the beast an the sinful
how do you beat a creatin simple
apply heat an beat in dimples
have you breathin through tubes eating through straws
heating you dudes beating you raw
stocks an clips
verbal apocalypse
my glock-rips
through your sockets
with acid thats toxic
i drop-sick topics
with a dropkick
to add to the mix
add a two six
two quick
to come up with this ****
diss spit
a renegade a misfit
verbal grenade leave your wrists split
sedistic
been in conflict half my life
half times twice
is my everday and night
at what price
will i see the light
battleing the shade
my hearts made
my hearts stayed
forever apart of the blade
i wield in the battlefield
inflicting wounds that may never be healed
chrome an steel chambers dispurse
dome hit first
bones burst
seconds till you die
its only takes seconds to do a drive by

piece yo give it a rateing on a scale of 1-10 in each category

structure
flow:1-10
multi syllables:1-10
vocabulary :1-10
meataphors :1-10
overall opinion

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eMjey wrote:

I turn ma back for three days
And then some next dickhead sprays,
Quiet Storm in the three kings,
Sounds gay like lord of the rings,
This pussy needs to get real,
Cus the three fags don't appeal,
You think you're lyrically deeper,
My bars will punish ya soul like the grim reaper,
I put ya mother in a sleeper,
Inpregnate her and cut out her uterus
I stay true to this,
While you make these wack ass raps,
Wack ass bars with stupid gaps,
You need to check the real facts,
You're **** lacks,
Read your **** its not hard to figure,
And dont call me a nigger,
You can feel this rapture,
When I spit at an amature,
And whos this man superman,
You can do all ya can,
spit about a punk, junk and a trunk,
The only thing you be spittin out is my spunk,
Your verse weren't worthy of my eyes,
You both on some fake **** like the x-files.

look you sorry ass bitch
I posted way more than u have
Im a king and im proud of it
Watch me get the last laugh

Im glad u stepped up so you can get knocked back down
Im runnin this bitch while other niggas got u runnin out of town

Superfly dont even like you and thats some sad ****
while you hatin all on me but tryin to buy my same outfit

Look... Im glad u talked up so u can see no one likes you
you mess with mother natures son now bitch
i must eliminate you

DONT EVER TALK ABOUT MY MOMMA
God rest her soul
but now you fucked up nigga
your words have brought your fates toll

I dont even have to spit
cuz my life talks for me
My life is feeled with death and its real deep like the atlantic sea

Nigga you suck ass and everybody knows so
If this was a real battle
I definitely won
yea......... so pick up ur bags and go

This girl is havin her period
somebody get her a tampon
tryin to threatin me bitch shut the **** up and go mow my lawn

Your immature raps and you suck many dicks
I bet you was the boy on the tootsie roll commercial askin
"Owl.... How many licks?"

UHHH OHH
i revealed ur secret that you were gay
My bad you bitch........ nevermind that
**** you faggot ass....... now what you say?

................... i bet you froze and dont know how to respond
So how about you do us all a favor and drown urself in a pond

My **** lacks? and ur **** is all tight?
what the hell are u readin?
you cant even get ur rhymes right

Just face it
you got served from the bottom all the way up
Im the big dog here nigga
your just a new baby pup

Im raps weather man
and all around CPT gangsta chooser
but ur ass is everyone on this site's bitch and a pussy ass loser

WHO WON THAT ****?

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Ok,

Professor why you pretendin to be tight,
With **** that took you weeks to write,
It's plain to see you just inserted the names,
With all the false claims,
My one aspiration in life,
Will be to murder ya kids an wife,
So get police protection and change your name to the confessor,
I Lay your body out on a stretcher,
In this equation I'm the real professor
Superfly why did you even try to bust,
I'll incinerate your body back to dust,
You're just insignificant,
Like a Mexican immigrant,
So sort out ya priorities,
Dont even bother startin on me,
I bust a tighter verse,
Then I watch the haters try an spit worse,
Everytime I bust quietStorm I can feel ya jealousy,
I'm slowly killin off ya so called legacy,
How can you criticise my lines,
When your lines barely have rhymes,
Your so fuckin basic,
Why dont you back down an face it,
Holding yourself in contempt,
Im sick of reading ya lame ass attempts,
What the **** you gonna do if i mention ya mother,
I've already fucked her corpse and I'll go for another,
**** around too much,
You end up on a crutch,
And dont ever try to become the rapper and comedian,
You got more chance of reaching ya mother by becoming a medium,
It aint hard to realise I'm not after friends,
Im here to bust on the next man that pretends.

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eMjey wrote:

Ok,

Professor why you pretendin to be tight,
With **** that took you weeks to write,
It's plain to see you just inserted the names,
With all the false claims,
My one aspiration in life,
Will be to murder ya kids an wife,
So get police protection and change your name to the confessor,
I Lay your body out on a stretcher,
In this equation I'm the real professor
Superfly why did you even try to bust,
I'll incinerate your body back to dust,
You're just insignificant,
Like a Mexican immigrant,
So sort out ya priorities,
Dont even bother startin on me,
I bust a tighter verse,
Then I watch the haters try an spit worse,
Everytime I bust quietStorm I can feel ya jealousy,
I'm slowly killin off ya so called legacy,
How can you criticise my lines,
When your lines barely have rhymes,
Your so **** basic,
Why dont you back down an face it,
Holding yourself in contempt,
Im sick of reading ya lame ass attempts,
What the **** you gonna do if i mention ya mother,
I've already **** her corpse and I'll go for another,
**** around too much,
You end up on a crutch,
And dont ever try to become the rapper and comedian,
You got more chance of reaching ya mother by becoming a medium,
It aint hard to realise I'm not after friends,
Im here to bust on the next man that pretends.

Shut the **** up u sorry ass clown
imma spit some real **** now and leave ur face with a frown

You think u harder nigga? You think you good for dissen on my momma?
you better of bein a terrorist with that punk ass bitch named osama

Yall both are punks and try to run from ur problems
I got 99 problems and you all of them
so imma bout to solve em

Now... I dont usually rap about killen but ill do that **** now
since i am goin to cut u up and perminately put u 6 feet underground

**** your fake ass rap
that **** is real garbage and u know i can tell
So imma show the dark side of a storm and drag ur ass straight to hell

and leave you there to burn up from the inside out
u think u a true gangsta? why can i hear you scream and shout

like a bitch everyone knows that you are
matter fact imma torture you and burn ur ass in some tar

u say my rhymes are real basic?
but ur lines are three words long?
i wanna see your ass try to write a real song

and why would i be jelous of a lil kid tryin to spit a rhyme
who lives his lie on a video game instead of committin a real crime

So how about me, professor and supafly unload a whole clip in ur chest
and leave ur body on the side of the road to rest

I bet the police would come and say good job to us
cuz now ur mom can persue her career and suck dick on the bus

Its alright tho since i like how you think you can hurt the best u ass
but you cant cuz ur annoyin that why ur fuckin dad left ur ass in the past

I heard he gay now and takes it in the ass u stupid foo
but i found him and he unloaded a clip on ur ass too

ur his mistake while him and ur momma were just tryin to have fun
but u know what... its all good... cuz ur momma bought all our guns

So when i see her
imma tap that ass real quick on ur grave
Since She is my official sex slave

CPT is where i sleep so come and see me
i will fight ur ass
bitch i know you will flee

you really think you the ****
that **** is real funny
how about i rob ur ass for all ur blood money

Take a chainsaw to your neck and take ur head straight off
so fast that it will fly off faster than u can cough

let blood squirt and make up a new red sea
then have blood stains all up on ur white t

put ur body under some logs
Then take ur head and feed it to some dogs

I got more personality than you
while ur rap sounds like anyone I hear
I hear you went to a psychologist and they told you to get over ur fear

I know everyone wonders what your fear can be
I know what ur fear is.......its ME

You try to diss cuz ur scared of a storm
u try to say anything in hate but i know you like my rap form

While no one likes you
im well known
you annoy everyone man
imma take a sledge hammer to ur dome

ur a cow and im the crocodile on lake placid
im gettin tired of hearin ur mouth
how about i feel ur mouth up with acid

and burn ur mouth up and scratch another hater off my lists
So come with some better stuff next time you diss

UR **** IS FAKE LIKE JA RULE BITCH!

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Aight, so no one wants to take me
Thats good, thats fine
Most of yall are frontin, an cant even spit a line
Al yall are punk ass wannabes, thats wahts happenin
an im the only one here that is rappin
Like jay z i got 99 problems, pray you dont become the 100th one
Unless you got a hundred lives, cause my lyrics murder by the 100's uh
Yall need to stop playin wit me man none of yall are me equal
It aint no coincedence that my age is a kilo
Im a walkin memorial, im legendary for whippin frontin rappers so
Haters just go home, oh

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EMJAY the WHACK WRITER

mj doesnt stand for michael jordan
it stands for a morbid juvenielle
the hands of a phyco foreign
to pain horrid through senial denial
remains of my aim
shatter your head see brains burst for personal gain
the first person to fall stains
the halls of my castle my domain
youre life is a hastle cocaine doesnt last till overdose last pill
your comatose you die fast ill
i got hair on the chin of ya mom
selling heroin to drug addicts and sin to suddam
i lock genetics of phycosis into a bomb
my diagnosis is im gonna abort your mom
so noone notices or files reports when your gone
my style focuses on
time travel space time unravels in a race
in rhyme or in life you can find gravel covering your face
smothering your faith
wraiths
demons and golems
screaming souls they scream cause i stole them
your soul was stolen ,
and placed back in true form you spray whack for all you fags to see
a garbage emcee who claims to be fuking a corpse
your legacy if getting fuked in court
your life fuking short
as the reaper grows near
i got you pissing your pants like i flow fear
you say im simple an im basic
its simple when the bass kicks
you get your face kicked, the proff get police protection
ha i get off on knifeing kids an yeast infections'
your selection and variety
is the reason why im effecting society
with such repprecussions
is the same reason i send the reaper crushin
sending you into deeper concussion

i did this today bich in a couple minutes rate and peace

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alrite yo,

Whats the fuckin matter storm,
Your rhymes are all torn and worn,
I've ripped you to fuckin pieces,
Your so full of **** your chewin on ya faeces,
Course I'm good for dissin your momma,
An Im a blow up wots left of ya family like a suicide bomber,
Face it you fell off, you just don't belong,
Compare our ****, mines just too strong,
Your verses have no structure,
My shits so tight its about to rupture,
Soon as I saw you bust I made my own prediction,
Most your **** would only be fiction,
Batteling me is kinda like self infliction,
These verses hold no restriction,
Your dissing my mom, but my moms alive,
And not underground where maggots thrive,
This style is kept ultimately raw,
Like my fist clapping off your jaw,
To join your mother sucking dick in hell,
Sucking so much dick that ya lips swell,
So Retire the mic or retire the keyboard,
The damage that these lyrics do can never be restored

JA RULE IS WACK, BUT UR WACKER.

Ok Professor ye,
I scroll down your wack verse and I see bold text,
Whats the matter prof you gettin vexted,
So your tryin to have a go at me,
But Your **** looks too much like poetry,
I put my faith in bein a christian,
Your full of more fake promises than a politician,
Oh and no one rates your **** take a look,
Out of ten no one really gives a fuk.

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eMjey wrote:

alrite yo,

Whats the **** matter storm,
Your rhymes are all torn and worn,
I've ripped you to **** pieces,
Your so full of **** your chewin on ya faeces,
Course I'm good for dissin your momma,
An Im a blow up wots left of ya family like a suicide bomber,
Face it you fell off, you just don't belong,
Compare our ****, mines just too strong,
Your verses have no structure,
My shits so tight its about to rupture,
Soon as I saw you bust I made my own prediction,
Most your **** would only be fiction,
Batteling me is kinda like self infliction,
These verses hold no restriction,
Your dissing my mom, but my moms alive,
And not underground where maggots thrive,
This style is kept ultimately raw,
Like my fist clapping off your jaw,
To join your mother sucking dick in hell,
Sucking so much dick that ya lips swell,
So Retire the mic or retire the keyboard,
The damage that these lyrics do can never be restored

JA RULE IS WACK, BUT UR WACKER.

Ok Professor ye,
I scroll down your wack verse and I see bold text,
Whats the matter prof you gettin vexted,
So your tryin to have a go at me,
But Your **** looks too much like poetry,
I put my faith in bein a christian,
Your full of more fake promises than a politician,
Oh and no one rates your **** take a look,
Out of ten no one really gives a fuk.

haha ur gettin sorrier everyday
No matter hell u gon do or gonna say

i feel so sorry for you
cuz ur ryhmes smell worse than my dogs do-do

and u dissen on my moms is all cool
cuz its makin ur trail to hell closer so ur a big foo

if you a christian then christianity must be wrong
cuz u be in church sukin some other dudes ding dong

yes my **** is true poetry
while ur **** sucks so imma have to cost you a fee

you cant effect me cuz i keep comin back with fire and heat
while ur bitch ass sit there lookin at porn and beatin ur meat

thats all u go get cuz no girl will ever like u bitch
all u doin is bein like a flee and makin me itch

Now u say no one comments my **** but no one comments urs either
cuZ ur **** is fake **** and its soft like a bird's feather

Ur rap is all false cuz all u can do is diss my mom and u aint even on her level
but its all good....u and yo momma will be suckin the dick of the devil

you rhymes have already been said
so read them again cuz they are officially dead

come with some new **** no one has never said before like i do
my rhymes always come off fresh and new

ur rap style is not strong but it tries to be
ur talkin to a muthafukin king so bow down to one knee

i need to be restored?
right... say that when i knock you out & lay ur ass on the floor

I dont depend on the keyboard to make a career like ur ass do
im better than ur ass
i keep tryin to give you a clue

Sukah... i had a crew that i made from square one
now lets ref;ect on ur career.... what have u done?

Nothin you bitch so shut ur ass up
you thinkin u makin a point but no one gives a fuk

your rhymes may be stronger than mine
but u sound like everyone else when my rhymes are clever and fine

U basic rapper tryin to sound like a killer
be a suicide bomber and bomb me
ill come back like michael on thriller

u think my **** fake then ill show u the truth
come to Compton and ill make sure ill knock out ur tooth

my **** is always real and it doesnt have any restrictions either
I know my rhymes are over whelming you so take a breather

Im tight like that and my **** does have structure
ur **** just plain is borin
imma end it with a big vidal punture

Imma put right to ur heart
so you can just die
i seen way more **** with just of one of my eyes

you think u are effectin me but not at all
u can try and try again but u cant make me fall

U just suck and everyone kows that
a true rapper can say words and make an impact

YOU HAVENT DONE NOTHIN!!

now step up again so i can murder you again
now wait to the end and see who will win

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Why feel sorry for me, you should feel sorry for yaself,
Last **** I saw like that was vanilla ice on a shelf,
'Your rhymes smell worse than my dogs do-do'
Thats lame ****, this is rap you aint got a clue,
Your **** aint poetry its a fictional book,
Read between the lines, take a look,
Now maybe I should be more considerate,
Either you can't read or you're a fuckin idiot,
I didnt say no one comments your ****,
That was for professor so read before your spit,
How can you reflect on me, you don't even know me,
So I'm a break it down slowly,
I roll with an elite squadron,
That'll bring more heat to your ass than a cauldron,
You admitted my bars are stronger,
So this battle shouldn't last any longer,
You just fucked your reputation,
So now brings an end to any speculation,
You can't read I suggest you get an education,
I know its hard to accept I'm winning,
These rhymes are 9 carrot gold and glistening,
So Why dont you stop talkin and start listening,
My first verse had this whole battle won,
You know I spit the truth I've murdering you since this battle begun.

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just somethin i used in a battle once my friend wrote it down. of course- i won. but u no what just read the rap and coment back-

think u can handle this well f*ck u if u do
cuz i will f*cking break u - i can take u
ur raps mad corny, man f*ck ur sh*t!
u will never blow/ wait-except on dicks
there is nuthing worse than a fake in a f*ckin battle
u best be goin back to ur job - milkin cattle
but u no what? f*ck the cattle - u can milk ur mom
dont look at me like that u no im not wrong
so maybe if i listen for a little while
youll rap me some sh*t that u took out of 8 mile
no. dont smile no one likes ur ****
they like me! dont u see u f*ckin tryin to spit
but it doesnt work- so why u wanna battle me
lookin like u dyin of sars or mad cow disease
u just got yourself in some deep sh*t, dike
man i really hope u saved the receipt for that mic!

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superfly726 wrote:

Aight, so no one wants to take me
Thats good, thats fine
Most of yall are frontin, an cant even spit a line
Al yall are punk ass wannabes, thats wahts happenin
an im the only one here that is rappin
Like jay z i got 99 problems, pray you dont become the 100th one
Unless you got a hundred lives, cause my lyrics murder by the 100's uh
Yall need to stop playin wit me man none of yall are me equal
It aint no coincedence that my age is a kilo
Im a walkin memorial, im legendary for whippin frontin rappers so
Haters just go home, oh

bitch u think u can rap? thats f**king crap!
just go on upstairs and suck ur mothers sack
u fag- no ur really not like jay z
u got no rhythm, but then again neither does he
hey! guess what i just became ur 100th problem
u call that rappin? after i read it i was sobbin
nigga u think that u good? welcome to tha hood
superfly MUST die like u no he should
so maybe he'll figure out raps not for him
lettin him on tha mic would be a sin
u cant win, superfly no one wants to take u
because we no that youll just turn right around and sue
if we say one f**kin thing about yo mom
or one f**king thing about u wearin a thong
and we aint tha haters, we cant be beat
bitch u wouldnt last a f**kinh minute on tha streets!!!

IF THIS NIGGA WRITES BACK 2 ME THEN HES IN FOR ONE HELL OF A **** BATTLE!!!

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RAP BATTLE
yea yea check this out,
ima murder weapon,
ima take you to the grave,
all you had to do is behave,
but now i am da fav,
i takin ova da world,
in da blink of an eye,
your gonna die,
go up into the sky,
youll be with god and that other religious guy,
or maybe ill send you to hell,
when u die you will have no friends to tell,
ive got nothing else to say,
except fuk u hav a nice day

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