you poor, poor, fool.
you useless, useless, tool!
I shudder to think of what they'e teaching you in school.
You call that crap rap?
You've got to be joking.
(btw your avatar wishes he was sloking)
You're calling Cobalt pathetic?
Naming your badassery genetic?
You don't know the first thing about being poetic.
It's more than just rhyming.
It also involves timing.
Curse words are the worse words when it comes to flow.
They make you appear petty, weak, and sound rather low.
Words should be clean!
a well-oiled machine!
and when you look at this screen
I want you to glean what I mean
and leave this forum because honestly...
your prescence brings boredom.
Mmm, looks like Paintbrush
gave me the kickoff
"your prescence brings boredom."
Nice job, way to scorch'em
You burnt him to a crisp
His lines were blustering
Like a kid with a lisp
He was stuttering
Now I'm wondering, if he'll ever be recovering
Cause that beat-down was clean
You don't need to curse, to be king
He shoulda known this from the beginning
You don't beef with me
Cause I can get jerky
Mess around with me
I'll stuff you like a turkey
As you can see
I'm kinda hungry
Because honestly
My plate's pretty empty
Taking on such a weak emcee
You could never compete with me
I spit my verses easily
Flow my words breezily
I don't need Paintbrush, to help paint this room
I'm referring to your blood, and your doom
When we're done, it'll be red
After our fun, you'll be dead
We're the real deal
You won't find emcees more ill
We may be sick, but you've got the chicken pox
Cause you're cluckin like a chicken
Tryin to hide in a box
You just got struck worse then stricken
I think we're done here
Until you're ready to face you're fear
Stay clear, just disappear
Till then, dear.