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sorry that its taken a while
making you wait is not my style
even though im the top of the pile
everyone praises your slams it makes me sick
PD you can suck on my wit
they fear you for no reason
cut the head off the queen, thats treason

lets play barbies. i'll be ken
you should leave this poetry lark to the men
i'm hot i'm a wheel
i'll rob and i'll steal
anything you say bounces off my skin
the only outcome is a danny win

i just don't think you stand a chance in hell
you just cant slam that well

you try and rhyme on this line
but the next you dont at all
that may suit an amateur just fine
but thats were fake slammers fall
down down to the ground
i'll slap your ass around and round

your old and frail
i slam so hard i make you fail
better collect your pension
whilst i alleviate the tension

oh im sorry you probably dont comprehend
with incredible grammar this slam i'll end
you might as well give up trying to comeback
my hot wheels own the track
even though i wont get as many views 
i know i win, so F you

if you can beat this slam i'll be surprised
so cross your t's and dot your i's
you get silver i win gold
i've got my youth and you're mighty old.

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