I've beaten you before so I'll leave you eaten once more
When I'm speakin I'm rippin flesh open that I already tore
I'll leave your corspe smokin' worse than athlete droppin the olympic torch
You couldn't master the pen even if you copied and write the s**t you bought
On a scale of one too ten your nought, distort your thoughts so they frail
Poppin' you like a cork, what I'm droppin is even been published in brail
Your whack but your thudless, I'll tag your head with a cutlass
I'll leave this f** dead, he likes a** but I'll leave this c**t but-less
You won't be grinning because my bars will be winning
My style will whipe the grin from your face and give you a chelsea smile
Chelsea Smile 
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