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My consonants cause incontinence
My bowels sh*t out vowels
So KSigRC, the consequence
is you throwing in the towel
My rhymes are the concubines
of the high priest of Lyricism
They generate and radiate
every spectrum of the prism
When the light I created reflected on your flow
It refracted and contracted and spelled out H*LL NO
Can you really outflow me in your sleep?
Then I cast you in total darkness, now commence to counting sheep
Maybe you'll churn out something better than when you're awake
Cause on your best day, you can't even touch my worst mistake.
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