#5 Training

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I'm training so hard until my legs collapse,

staying strong this time there's no relapse,

relax its TB coming with the lyrical,

so mystical it'll turn you spiritual,

I don't dual-- hit so quick it'll make you drool,

stop being a fool and drop the bar stool keep your cool,

unless you want the dartboard to become your cranium,

my darts are straight titanium,

take you so far out of this world you'll feel like an alien.

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