DontRunMeOver

Your verse are timeless, that sums them up just fine
No sense of rhythm, no sense of time
Rambling like a gramophone that keeps getting jogged
Oojay’s brain is like clockwork… hear the slow, ticking cogs
His rhymes are ageless like the ocean and just as undirected
With its gentle, ineffectual lapping, while my words are electric
My lines are like electric fence, don’t mess or you’ll be singed
My brain’s just like a van der graaf, it makes an afro of your fringe
So while your were wasting time on winding that clock
I bought me a fishing boat, went down to the dock
I trawled every inch of that “lyrical sea”
And grabbed every phrase that ever could be
So bring on the battle, I’ll offer no quarter
All you’ve got left is effluent water

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