Wait a minute,
Caught up in the image,
The thought I should be like you has got me kinda livid.
Timid,
Your moves I have predicted,
All sheep a bunch a cowards, something I could never get with.
I'm moving with precision
Dustbin sakes, I f*ckin cast away in this game we play it's 'scrimmage'
pushing so far past your limits,
To the point all your efforts are mearly but diminished.
In this game you came to pillage,
Bet you'll throw in the towel, I'll pick it up and wring it.
It drops not a drop of sweat,
Not even a threat.
Your empty words just couldn't stop cadet.

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