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I write like bakers bake
my rhymes make earth shake
Going into contest with me was your biggest mistake
I control the earths plates, tectonics, your rhymes are bollocks
I cause land slides and earthquakes
I don't hate but I do devastate,
Is the rhythm of your rhyme hidden?
I'm going back and forth with my decision
I'd like to think it's something I'm missin'
but I cant see it in what you've written,
You stagnate rhymes
I contemplate the punishment for these crimes,
don't harp that you'll defeat me 
I'm a giant you can't even see me
Now back and forth like red and meth I hand you over to little missy,
you pissed us both off so we share a rhyme to make you look silly.......... 

Your rhymes don't even matter
my pockets is gettin' fatter
Yours getting flatter
When you heard the glass shatter
That means me and my homies gathered
Now you bout to feel the wrath of
Somethin' that you wished you hadn't of
And all I can say is back up because I'm bout to act up
It might not concern you but
I'll thermonuclear burn you, you're a human sacrifice
Cuz I be smashing mics with the Passion of Christ and 
Stay fully loaded, equipped with action devices 
Me n trim shady here to party like Tom Brady 
We stay cooler than an Eskimo baby 
V is for Victory, we mastered your trickery
Tryna clock like dickory, get smoked like hickory
So please stop the bickery, you can't get rid of me 
Fire colabs from here to infinity 

you heard her infinity
even with a radar and map you cant find our reality 
we're in another galaxy 
you've barely the ability of a fetus 
how dare you compete with us
 and this U S U K special relationship isn't putting you at a handicap 
it's natures act, you can't rhyme or rap 
put your dick between your legs and make a tail 
walk away with your head down cus your insults fail, 
the only insult that landed is that you went up against us
 with terrible stale dribble 
that you squiggle 
all brainless and minimal 
like an unevolved mammal 
writing without the opposable thumb by miracle 
sounding dumb and undesirable,
when I read it I became miserable, 
I desire a quick fire high flyer 
like me with quick wit that aspires but you were dire 
and dim, you aint no Trim,
you're a fool who should return to school. 

collaboration with Brenda Chiri
first and third Trim
second Brenda
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