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Re: The Poetry Battle
Yo DN, Imma make you frown
by the end of the day i be wearing your crown
you think you can beat me? Ya don't stand a chance
Imma whip you good like Britain did France
Ya raps are whack, ya squeaking like a mouse
So why don't you drop dead like a victim from my roundhouse?
What's the matter why ain't you talking?
I'm the champ, so you best to get to walking!
What are you angry? So full of rage!
Make like King Kong and get back in ya cage!
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