Pls make me a rap :).

aye aye yuh my name is gage and i just flipped the page i get so angry i fill up with rage. that was kinda fire

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its stupid tho

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Yeah, yeah

Ayo, stranger, it's time.

It's time, stranger (aight, stranger, begin).

Straight out the big dungeons of rap.

The angel drops deep as does my heart.

I never sing, 'cause to sing is the bff of smart.

Beyond the walls of thoughts, life is defined.

I think of Rap when I'm in a Paris state of mind.

Hope the chart got some art.

My part don't like no dirty smart.

Run up to the counterpart and get the start.

In a Paris state of mind.

What more could you ask for? The wet angel?

You complain about loud music.

I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the archangel.

I'm rappin' to the devil,

And I'm gonna move your daredevil.

Tiny, hot, super, like a pixie

Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a nixie.

I can't take the loud music, can't take the fairy.

I woulda tried to love I guess I got no contemporary.

I'm rappin' to the daredevil,

And I'm gonna move your devil.

Yea, yaz, in a Paris state of mind.

When I was young my bff had a dictionary.

I waz kicked out without no ancillary.

I never thought I'd see that arbitrary.

Ain't a soul alive that could take my bff's contemporary.

A delightful baby is quite the crybaby.

Thinking of Rap. Yaz, thinking of Rap (Rap).

the answer

b. they are parallel and will never intersect.