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rap battle lyrics .1
Where the fuck is all the honesty? In a land of liars I must be an oddity
You cannot impress logic with your demagoguery/
All we see is easy words and sophistry
it's like the rap game turned to a commercialized commodity/
I see all you weaboos, bland in the brain,
and I know deep down you see it too/
Fall into your body pillow land next to a stain
lost in fantasies of Japanese vegan food/
I think you vegetables need a Vegemite sedative,
get it right... be more tentative/
You think you a villain tell the president. Lesson is
you can't Trump a man who takes away the food and the medicine/
Act like your flows are bona-fide heaven-sent
My sentiment is your poems read like festering pestilence/
Act like your flows are bona-fide heaven-sent
Septic shit reads like the new testament. Into reality is out of your element/
Eyes on you like a cam spy
I see all you damn liars do is self aggrandize/
The grand prize for atrocities
of such a damned size?/
I wish Hell wasn't a fake foible, a fable,
you deserve to drown as a lake boils/
Through the turmoil get sold your own snake oil
and call it a crowning achievement as a fake royal/
Who's to take the blame
for all of your inhumane atrocities?/
Maybe we should all just drop monstrosities
atop cities and watch 'em flee/
I can hear you all now "stop war" "stop disease"
but on the net the shit-lords are the gods of weak/
Watch him speak again will he keep playing pretend
or come with less obvious villainy and seek out the end?/
You cannot impress logic with your demagoguery/
All we see is easy words and sophistry
it's like the rap game turned to a commercialized commodity/
I see all you weaboos, bland in the brain,
and I know deep down you see it too/
Fall into your body pillow land next to a stain
lost in fantasies of Japanese vegan food/
I think you vegetables need a Vegemite sedative,
get it right... be more tentative/
You think you a villain tell the president. Lesson is
you can't Trump a man who takes away the food and the medicine/
Act like your flows are bona-fide heaven-sent
My sentiment is your poems read like festering pestilence/
Act like your flows are bona-fide heaven-sent
Septic shit reads like the new testament. Into reality is out of your element/
Eyes on you like a cam spy
I see all you damn liars do is self aggrandize/
The grand prize for atrocities
of such a damned size?/
I wish Hell wasn't a fake foible, a fable,
you deserve to drown as a lake boils/
Through the turmoil get sold your own snake oil
and call it a crowning achievement as a fake royal/
Who's to take the blame
for all of your inhumane atrocities?/
Maybe we should all just drop monstrosities
atop cities and watch 'em flee/
I can hear you all now "stop war" "stop disease"
but on the net the shit-lords are the gods of weak/
Watch him speak again will he keep playing pretend
or come with less obvious villainy and seek out the end?/
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