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I just went on Chat GPT, to see if Jonahh really does rap like me,

Turns out, a shit ton of homie's track runs are A.I,

Still think I'm done spillin' your beans, Jonahh?

We ain't fuckin' finished, I still got some interest in twistin' the tables,

Competition ain't over 'til I say it is, bitch. I'd rather slit my wrists than do what you did,

You wanna shit-talk ME? Bet, G! Let's go see makes it to the winning league!

Your technique is askin' a robot for a sick beat,

But that's where you and defeat meet, because this heat of you and me relies on what we say means,

Every damn verse you speak is like a gas-can with a leak, oil spills off into the street,

Waitin' for me to ignite it, bet you thought I'd not come back to fight it!

I'm gonna keep going,

In this fight 'til the flow stops flowin',

'Til my breath refuses to keep holdin',

'Til I get sick from all the commotion,

'Til I die of dehydration from my ho's cock-blowin',

'Til it's my music that I stop postin'

'Til I got nothin' left to think of, and I stop roastin',

'Til I forget how to know when to own the current moment,

'Til I stop rappin', when I do, it'll show, bitch!

'Til I go back to pretendin' to be normal,

But that ain't ever gonna happen,

Give me a chance to destroy you, I'll grab it,

And the verses come at you faster than a rabbit.