My rhymes are tanks, Panzas, you can't even finish a stanza.
My rhymes spell defeat they're so fucking elite, and I bet they're the thing that keeps knocking you off your feet.
Get out of town, Mr. Brown. I have the crown and I put you down. Down with an elbow right to your skull, and your heart's starting to look a little bit dull.
Give up, son. I'll never be done.



Meow. :3