Sigil Warden
Your rebuttal needs work, your words aren't cohesive,
And your tone of voice is just downright derisive.
Sit back son, and don't stress the professor,
From the look of this battle, you'll be Marx the Confessor.
If it needs to be done, then I'm the one to do it,
From the looks of your fight, you really freaking blew it.
Let me show you how it's done, I'm second to none,
Tyra died in the first round and she still ******** won.
See this axe here, it's got a goat skull on the head,
And she'll be the one ramming you in bed,
I hope you like it fast, arbeit macht frei,
Now bite the sheets b***h, I'm goin' in dry.
Your rhymes ain't sick,
They ain't nothin but a stick
Beatin on this mountain of my skill,
Lets see that choice a** in a still
I don't gotta pop a pill
To make your voice go all shrill
Tyra got ******** owned,
Like she was gettin stoned.
Kicked out of that village,
Cos she and her axes still don't know how to pillage.
I wonder what's worse?
Watchin her try to use a curse,
Or gettin hit with that stupid ******** purse.
Look at Tyra fight, getting beat like a rug.
That pretty face ain't gonna be nothin but an ugly mug.
You really gotta chug
If you don't wanna think she be lookin like a but.
She's gettin beat, so bad,
It's really gettin pretty sad.
I man, I understand that you're really mad,
But let Marx show you who's the dad.
Tyra's best skill is takin it,
So I wanna see how well she can be shakin it
Hold up, I'm busy baking it.
Now, little miss baddy,
Bring that choice rear over to daddy.
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