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You wanted smoke? I lit the whole forest.
Now they coughing up lines and call it a chorus.
Let’s play.
 
Yeah, I pull up like karma — slow, but I never miss,
You tweet threats? I send bars with a death kiss.
Your crew lookin’ hungry — here’s a knuckle sandwich,
Every verse I write got your ego in a bandage.
 
I don’t diss — I do autopsies with punchlines,
Your mixtape? Background noise to my lunchtime.
You rap like Siri off a fifth of gin,
I heard your track — skipped halfway in.
 
Wanna war? Then speak with your chest, not your WiFi,
My pen been lethal since AIM and Hi5.
I don't battle, I bury — call the hearse first,
I don't shoot shots, I reverse curse.
 
 
Laugh now, cry later, that's the code I keep,
I make jokes with a blade underneath the speech.
Grin wide when I cut deep with the flow,
If hell had a cipher, I’d be first on the show.
 
Laugh now, cry later — that’s a fair deal,
You play hard 'til your fake chain turns teal.
Jokes on you, I don’t care what you say,
I make bodies of work — you just body decay.
 
 
You soft like your phone in low battery mode,
I drop heat like I’m glitchin’ in battle mode.
Say my name wrong, I appear like a glitch,
Then vanish with your fanbase — poof, snitch.
 
I’m the villain that heroes pretend they defeated,
But I’m the boss fight they skip 'cause they cheated.
Your metaphors weak — I could ghostwrite your nightmares,
And still leave room for punchlines and flight fares.
 
Your bars need milk — calcium deficient,
You sound like a parody — unlicensed edition.
You’re food for the culture, I'm a Michelin star,
You just rap loud — I leave permanent scars
Call yourself “real,” but your driver's Uber,
Told Siri to drop you a rhyme — she said "Loser."
You say you're fire? That’s cute — I’m cremation.
I roast so hard, your ancestors felt vibrations
 
Laugh now, cry later, that's the code I keep,
I make jokes with a blade underneath the speech.
Grin wide when I cut deep with the flow,
If hell had a cipher, I’d be first on the show.
 
Laugh now, cry later — that’s a fair deal,
You play hard 'til your fake chain turns teal.
Jokes on you, I don’t care what you say,
I make bodies of work — you just body decay
I ain’t angry… I’m entertained.
You were never the threat — you’re the interlude.

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Vexxboi
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