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13. Combat

Lalala, you say you're never wrong though

lalala, you're gonna get beat like a bongo

Drum, dum dedede dum you better steady fall back

Attack, you and ready for the combat

Acid spits when I drop bombs

Palms, you get more hits than a dot com

Songs, dodge the missiles when you fall flat

On attack, you ain't ready for the combat

Right, and its truth that I might like your set

But dude, your life is wrecked, I Swoop like a fighter jet

Moving tanks, thanks for hate, get your eye sight real

You're doing laps, I'm like McDavid on the highlight reel

You think you're lit, I'm the lights running down the Vegas

Strip If you're sick I'm like what the coming of the plague is

Vague, and a mace, you can't afford it, bruh!

This ain't a race you're never forming with my formula

1, Bored, you're about as adored as a sore thumb

You work as hard as the kid who never got his chores done

Son, can hardly find the time of day yet

I'm not stopping until my pay-check writes my pay-check

Bitter, mope fatter than a salt trap

Most these dog, cats fall flatter than a ball cap

Yeah, these beats are bobbin' like a wombat

I'm Puffing log bats, joggin' into combat