80x50
 
 
           this ascii is a celebration of my new record deal with
       ACiD's rap division, Flo' Limit.  Notice the jiggy "RMRS-TANK"(c)
    soon to be appearing on dookie ropes at your finer jewelery stores....
 
 
 
 
 
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                             _  _ | 81 | _  _  (bling!)
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                           _/___ / RMRS \ ___\_
             (bling!)     ) o o /________\ o o (
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                   i spit... sta-ca-to... sentences//
 
 
      but nevertheless, my vibrato smoothly throtles you from your
                      bottom vetabrae to your chest//
 
 
              i'm blessed in this.. from my head to my toes//
 
 
                  you see, even if i was only half full//
 
 
   you'd still be hard pressed to find a pessiment to call me half-empty//
 
 
           i come clean like scenes of Jeru damaging hoes on HDTV//
 
 
           then testing clean with clear pee showing he has no VD//
 
 
          and that to me is definately high-definition television//
 
 
     see, i'm high in my position, while you're high in your position//
 
 
      on the couch with some brew, and the weed that you just twisted//
 
 
                   that shits just dangling from your lips//
 
 
        claim you gifted, but all I see is smoke pouring out your
                           mouth when you spit//
 
 
                 so trick, how's that for dragon's breath?//
 
 
        when you drag on cigarettes consisting exclusively of hemp//
 
 
       and sticky THC leaves leaving you... turning-the-other-cheek//
 
 
         laying meek when you wreak of pot smoke for half-a-week//
 
 
                      so why should I have to sneak?//
 
 
     i think I can easily hand you defeat by placing your severed head and
                            limbs at your feet//
 
 
      i sharpen... my vorpal sword out its sheath with cleverness//
 
 
                                 argue not//
 
 
             i've got a crew of argonauts that would love to stain
                             your woman's dress//
 
 
         its just coincidence, that my real name is Jason while my
                            screen name is Satan//
 
 
        i see you evaporatin', cuz I turn the watts up when I face you
                                  dum-dums//
 
 
            so suck on this shit till you're left with just gums//
 
 
                          <<<hard-to-the-chorus>>>
 
                      81... 81... tote nothing but guns
                     81... 81... shine brighter than suns
         so if you step to our screens tryin' to rule in this scene
         we leave you split at the seems, crawling on broken knees
 
 
                      81... 81... represent the way back
             81... 81... dollar signs dominate... our ascii attack
                  so lay back and chill, fade into obscurity
                  we're hurling these birds severe mockeries
        and steady hanging Mimic's from the tops of the tallest trees