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I’ll Dominate this stage, because at this rate you’ll be raged
When I meet you you’ll be caged, and now I’m calling a mage. You rap bad calling everyone trash, your so irritating, I’m irrigating all the wack rappers and back slashers and rap ambassadors, you lick your fingers and turn the page, I’ll rather die from your remakes, Your reading Big Nate, better go down and get me a crate, because you just got all the hate, all your raps just don’t rhyme great, stormtroopers to this date won’t even open the gate, mate, your raps don’t make you cool, all you care about what color is your stool, your chances to win are so mere, you don’t have fear, no gear, so tell me about your career, because I just ended it with only my rear