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Rhyme battle hits
For flotz spits shit bits
Culled categorically
From Sad rhyme history
Instigator mind frees
You float slow like dead trees
But wispy moustaches
And dreams of apaches
Shine light for inks eye
To see her pasty guy
Eatin dough from the tub
Rubbin raw his WoW nub
And he got his hard-on
After watching Darkon
For his flotz history
Was there for all to see
Nerdlinger supreme
Stank finger extreme
Smellin his taint scrapings
One of his lesser failings
Which he'll go on detailing
With Lovecraftian lucidity
And Anne Rice style bullshitty
Milking his sagging left titty
Tryin to pet his girlS kitty
( Which by all accounts is quite pretty)
But ink dries up at the thought
Flotz's balls are crab fraught
disease causes mad scratchin
And that shit , it be catchin'
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