HMMM...
i lay my pencil down...only to pick up my pen
my flow is like a sharpie permanent no end
winners never quit...quitters never win

i am going to keep writing cause i am paper mate
i spit climaxes
leaving each sheet begging for more...from the front and the back
so i give it to them in the masses

round 3 of the bout
and my punchline syndrome kicked in
spitting jabs uppercuts
haymakers and body shots to the gut

lick here...
and taste victory...sweet and tangy
yes bitter sweet

you think i am gone quit...
you is a _________________
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