Wiser and older with each tick of the tock

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just different

You should bow when you see me

Y’all struggle with difficult I just make it look easy

Youza Quarter Pounder yo’ style is so cheesy

Got extra beef plus you messy and greasy 

My Style is unorthodox 

Write with my right, southpaw when I box

Sometimes I feel like Sisyphus on a hill with a rock

Rather a big boluder 

Became wiser and older

With each tick of the tock

Fans keep cheering like I’m a professional jock

Got your nose open and running like a preschool snot 

When the temperature froze

Despite wearing warm clothes

A virus or bacteria choose

To infect your mucosal lining

A few coughs and sneezes away from dying

But for some reason you keep trying

Never quite mastered your mind over matter

As your world ends and dreams shatter

You pissed yet relieved as you empty your bladder

Frightened to face your final foes

Time of death was midnight expired with soiled clothes