A Crispy Roast

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(Ayo, shit's gone on long enough.)
(My turn.)
Yo, this guy talks like he can burn,
But he was little he GOT burned!
Not figuratively, nah, literally!
I'm pissed off, and you ticked me off PERFECTLY!
I can humble you a hundred times, while you convince yourself a with a million lies!
Battle-wise, I got 1 lose, 4 wins, and ONE tie!
I'll give you one piece of credit,
I'd give you a whole credit card, but your relentless ass wouldn't shred it!
You beg for attention usin' tragedy as your cry for sympathy,
Oh, what a pity, you live in Foster Care 'cause no one wants to deal with pretty shitty city life,
Ladies and gents, the great Vortex, maybe not great, but hey,
YOU CAN'T HAVE A GOOD STEAK IF IT'S TOO CRISPY,
And when you piss me off,
I'll spend a whole day makin' insults!
I know that your life is pretty shit, Crisp, but you can't blame those who gave,
It all for you, when your house was in flames,
I know exactly what your mind is sayin', "How the hell does this kid know about my burnt haven?"
A little Satan gave me some unmistaken information,
Bitch I've been waitin' for you to say shit,
'Cause I'm a menace, who's senseless, yet takes family quite precious,
Ay, you can say you're better than me,
But I actually HAVE a mom I refuse to see,
They call me a legendary mercenary,
But you'd call me a secretary the way I stack up the numbers,
Your father's fall was caused by the shock he got lookin' at the result of no rubber.
Vortex, motherfucker.

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