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Just stop your clock there, Kasparov,
cos I was merely testin'.
The pin I meant's the one that means
you lose your queen, no jestin.
And scrabble is as scrabble does,
you're scrabblin' for words.
You're runnin out of rhymes to write
your riposte's quite absurd.
I'm drinkin' beer, I'm smokin joints
the points keep racking up.
If you persist in this charade,
I'll box your ears, you mangey pup.
Yeah, if you keep on, eyeronic,
your demise will be violent.
Shame B. ain't here to help me out,
but he's now in retirement.
I pissed him off, I played him out,
his tail's between his legs.
I hear a whimper here and there,
but full-fat Bones cream? No, just dregs.
Now here we are man, you and me,
just arguing the toss.
I think it's plain for all to see
that C is now the Boss.
I gots the beats, I gots the styles,
I gots the creativity.
Now take your crazy avatar,
and find a more sedate activity.
Like join-the-dots.
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