"hey my names tristesse, but my daddy calls me princess,
you about to bear witness to a whole new kind of sh.itness ,
but first how do i look in this dress?"
mate i wish to stress, that you're causing my eyes distress.
when my fist hits ya chest, that light you can see... its death.
it turns out this bitch is next, one line, wow im impressed,
you're better than ciystateofmind already, at least you writ less.
but you gotta do better than spitting just one line,
hit me with some rhymes, that shine like sunshine.
or are you just citystates split personality,
if so i look forward to seeing you start with a sh.it first analogy,
then continue to spit worse than when your dick burst from allergies.
lets just disperse the formalities, cos basically its started,
your mates'll be downhearted, when you're the faithfully departed.
so please don't just write sh.it that makes ya seem retarded.
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