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I TOLD CHAT GPT TO WRITE A RAP BATTLE BETWEEN SPAMTON AND THE IRS, IM FUCKING DEADDDD.
(Beat kicks in)
Spamton G. Spamton:
Hey there, IRS, what you doin' in my space?
I'm the salesman of the alley, in this underground place.
Spreading deals, check my wheels, I'm the merchant on the beat,
But you rollin' in, tryna tax my every seat.
IRS:
Spamton, Spamton, you're in a financial mess,
Dodging taxes and regulations, causing distress.
I'm here to collect, no time for your scams,
You can't hide your earnings, no matter your jams.
Spamton G. Spamton:
Oh IRS, you're cold, but I'm hot,
In this dark alley, I'm the deal-making shot.
Spreading DISCOUNTS, you can't understand,
While you're chasing forms, I'm building my brand.
IRS:
Spamton, Spamton, your deals are a bluff,
Trying to escape taxes, that's gonna be tough.
You may dance with the deals, in the neon light,
But you can't escape the taxman's bite.
Spamton G. Spamton:
I'm the dealmaker, IRS, can't you see?
In this dark alley, I'm the puppeteer pulling strings.
Check my wares, get a deal so sweet,
But you're knocking on my door, trying to bring the heat.
IRS:
Spamton, Spamton, your business is a haze,
I see through the smoke, through the shadowy maze.
Taxes are due, no room for your act,
You can't escape, it's a matter of fact.
Spamton G. Spamton:
I'm the salesman of the alley, IRS, take a hint,
Dealing in the dark, making every moment mint.
You can count your forms, I'll count my cash,
Spamton G. Spamton, making deals in a flash.
IRS:
Your deals may be flashy, your words a dance,
But when it comes to taxes, there's no chance.
I'll crunch the numbers, track every cent,
IRS in the game, your evasion is spent.
(Beat fades out)
