For the anniversary of the final day, I've suddenly recall,
Of the 'God of Rap' who rules 'em all,
His name be Jetz, so watch out for the jests of his brawl,
But I too know how to rhyme the lines that will invoke his downfall.
You masked-headed ghoul, come on and accept the challenge,
Emerge from the dark, if you believe you can let out your allonge,
Even though if you equal to the power of the Falange,
I'll briefly hook you out of the game like a baited muscallonge.
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