whats that fool end up Eastwood ina dead pool,
I'm callous, fuck you cadavers, vagrant shattered,
whats the matter, light weights breaded flour batter,
you cat in the hat bitches out of position mad hatters,
give you an apple before I pop the top off young snapples,
leave instructors baffled when my hands begin to grapple...

My style is dynamic never dirty like Agamic,
purely organic my thoughts are powerful,
leave you beaten because my skills infaliable!!!

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