Get the fuck outta here, talkin' 'bout revoked
I don't make niggas choke, when I rhyme they just croak
You just another flavor to savor like bacon when it's smoked
And "Books" and "Revoked" don't rhyme. Quit smokin' dope.
You only got a few lines... you holdin' out, right?
Oh, I get it... it's so short because you can't type.
Truth is death in its wake... act like you ready for it
When you really not, it destroys you just like my metephores did
Curiousity killed you, kat, that's why you responded
You have just been officially trapped in my lyrical bondage
And all that means for you is straight pitty and sorrow...
What you doing here, anyways? Don't you have school tomorrow?
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