I'm one of those finicky mc's that considers fakers foreigners, you fawns spittin feces are about to meet the coroner/its a fantasy if you think you're defeating me in a battle, fold back my foreskin during fellatio so I don't cast a foreshadow/ got beef? Bring more cattle, refer 'em for termination, compared to mine your raps come second like malolactic fermentation/ I'm a fanatic with this rap shit, it's woven in my fabric, make mc's disappear like they was AIDS and I was Magic!
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the line which reads :
fold back my foreskin during fellatio so I don't cast a foreshadow
tells me that rhymecamp is not only a success but and amazing display of wordsmanship by a true artist.
My god.
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