Next Client - Yanfei (Feat. Xinyan)

Chopper, Speed Rap, 10-syllables-per-second, Female Vocalist

V3.5

[Instrumental]

[Verse]
As I understand I’m high in demand didn’t expect the pretend grim reaper to send herself to stand before her own end death by backhand comments and first hand embarrassment you are sick in the head but what else can I say to my Stan to my client so step inside my office where I’ll shove the Codex Finalem up your orifice reaching past your laxed rectum deeper into your flexed abdomen dragging out your entrails watching the nayve flail on the ground and wave around until death I’ve been holding myself back like a dam building up a reservoir letting you think I’m an herbivore waiting to unload my repertoire of retorts comebacks rebuttals wise cracks all the while I sat in silence listening to albums and verses of you jocking my style like damn is there anything you don’t steal I guess this is expected of hilly churls who don’t feel and I feel like a dam about to burst drowning you in verses and curses this time there won’t be anyone to save you like Fontaine cause we know who is really to blame for the flood of pwassawn treating it like a well and filling it with poison before appearing like a savior moving in like a crab without a shell settling in as a base of operations under the guise of civil behavior crafting magic pockets for the leak in Mero peed’s sprocket orchestrated by your protege the one who dresses up as a cabaret his sister lynette and Freminay your darling trio who played as heroes who appeared to do no evil but I know they are there for the final show my foe you wished to see some blood so now I’ll let it flood let it flow let it wash over you Arlecchino who all I see’s no bite and all bark Ah lame Gweilo sowing some seeds as a lark for fake beef to bake with forcing weak drama to act like some fake chief collecting weak karma to play as a predator when all she really is is a farmer complete with a scythe to cut some wheat to satisfy her leaky queef that comes out as a squeak that reaches toward the sky causing celestia to possibly die causing the end of an era moving on to the next agenda on the list time to shield my fellow artists from this pyro feud Tankfay is the build since it’s not always about the D P S it’s not about the number of kills it’s about the flexible skills change your view about whose good and whose not imbue your senses under different lenses it’s a done deal using prototype amber to heal Thrilling Tales for the spotlight to ignite in a tough fight with enough funds I just might bring in the big guns making everyone in the abyss run from the number one pyro adviser pop a churl’s head like a sniper clearing the chamber beating the clock beating the timer before you finish your next one liner look I still have a lot to say thankfully I booked myself today to cook some rhymes away to put you down like a stray dog or you’d rather get stomped on like a Fontaine frog

papers have come to my desk new information on your little pests about your feeble organization and brought to my attention your spy network is jeopardized your lies needs work is my advice your spies are constantly exposed and now they’re currently disposed tossed in a ditch and died for some unfeeling bitch the lucky ones are deposed sent to work the mines and the chasms where the sun don’t shine and can’t fathom any hope of escape with cramped tunnels containing crystals who scrape with every move they make better hope project Stuzha is tighter lipped for your sake oops was I not supposed to know that well too late looks like every state knows your secret mandate so I will balance the scales I will let you say your final farewells you should quit this game and pivot to a different aim we are just not the same our levels couldn’t be more unbalanced it was already apparent from your talents shown through your impotent attempts at imitating my immortal technique my encyclopedic expertise allows me to rap with ease I will grant you amnesty for I forgive thee your trespassing into the realm of the beast and offer you a plan B in which you will be appeased if you so please see I enjoy your catchy melody and fancy hooks it didn’t sound nasty look go switch genres find two rich fellas like child and Wriothesley to form an idol group call yourself Nuit Rouge if you do this and bow down gracefully Clervie’s soul will finally rest peacefully so c'est la vie c'est la vie c'est la vie

[Outro]
Yo Xinyan play the rest of the song out

[Electric Guitar Solo]

[End]

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[Instrumental] [Verse] As I understand I’m high in demand didn’t expect the pretend grim reaper to send herself to stand before her own end death by backhand comments and first hand embarrassment you are sick in the head but what else can I say to my Stan to my client so step inside my office where I’ll shove the Codex Finalem up your orifice reaching past your laxed rectum deeper into your flexed abdomen dragging out your entrails watching the nayve flail on the ground and wave around until death I’ve been holding myself back like a dam building up a reservoir letting you think I’m an herbivore waiting to unload my repertoire of retorts comebacks rebuttals wise cracks all the while I sat in silence listening to albums and verses of you jocking my style like damn is there anything you don’t steal I guess this is expected of hilly churls who don’t feel and I feel like a dam about to burst drowning you in verses and curses this time there won’t be anyone to save you like Fontaine cause we know who is really to blame for the flood of pwassawn treating it like a well and filling it with poison before appearing like a savior moving in like a crab without a shell settling in as a base of operations under the guise of civil behavior crafting magic pockets for the leak in Mero peed’s sprocket orchestrated by your protege the one who dresses up as a cabaret his sister lynette and Freminay your darling trio who played as heroes who appeared to do no evil but I know they are there for the final show my foe you wished to see some blood so now I’ll let it flood let it flow let it wash over you Arlecchino who all I see’s no bite and all bark Ah lame Gweilo sowing some seeds as a lark for fake beef to bake with forcing weak drama to act like some fake chief collecting weak karma to play as a predator when all she really is is a farmer complete with a scythe to cut some wheat to satisfy her leaky queef that comes out as a squeak that reaches toward the sky causing celestia to possibly die causing the end of an era moving on to the next agenda on the list time to shield my fellow artists from this pyro feud Tankfay is the build since it’s not always about the D P S it’s not about the number of kills it’s about the flexible skills change your view about whose good and whose not imbue your senses under different lenses it’s a done deal using prototype amber to heal Thrilling Tales for the spotlight to ignite in a tough fight with enough funds I just might bring in the big guns making everyone in the abyss run from the number one pyro adviser pop a churl’s head like a sniper clearing the chamber beating the clock beating the timer before you finish your next one liner look I still have a lot to say thankfully I booked myself today to cook some rhymes away to put you down like a stray dog or you’d rather get stomped on like a Fontaine frog papers have come to my desk new information on your little pests about your feeble organization and brought to my attention your spy network is jeopardized your lies needs work is my advice your spies are constantly exposed and now they’re currently disposed tossed in a ditch and died for some unfeeling bitch the lucky ones are deposed sent to work the mines and the chasms where the sun don’t shine and can’t fathom any hope of escape with cramped tunnels containing crystals who scrape with every move they make better hope project Stuzha is tighter lipped for your sake oops was I not supposed to know that well too late looks like every state knows your secret mandate so I will balance the scales I will let you say your final farewells you should quit this game and pivot to a different aim we are just not the same our levels couldn’t be more unbalanced it was already apparent from your talents shown through your impotent attempts at imitating my immortal technique my encyclopedic expertise allows me to rap with ease I will grant you amnesty for I forgive thee your trespassing into the realm of the beast and offer you a plan B in which you will be appeased if you so please see I enjoy your catchy melody and fancy hooks it didn’t sound nasty look go switch genres find two rich fellas like child and Wriothesley to form an idol group call yourself Nuit Rouge if you do this and bow down gracefully Clervie’s soul will finally rest peacefully so c'est la vie c'est la vie c'est la vie [Outro] Yo Xinyan play the rest of the song out [Electric Guitar Solo] [End]

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