Shakespeare, if Shakespeare rap-battled…

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Listen: double, bubble, trouble and toil

I’m gonna shuffle you off this mortal coil

By any other name, your beat’s still shit

To thine own self be true, there’s time to quit

My rhyme flows sick long as my name is Bill

I’ll cut you out the game like grandma’s will

Prithee, if you bite your gross thumb at me

You’ll end up kissing feet at bended knee

Wherefore art thou lame, like a 3-legg’d cow?

So, lad, spare us some time and BOW OUT NOW