Crow go back to flattening your fringe
Your rhymes smell more pungent than your Mommys wet minge
I've got in on my fingers, all over my hands
She was tasting my icing cos I'm the candy man
Stop this rapping before you cause us an injury
I want to stab out my eyes with all these **** rhymes I see
Go back to the board, pick up the chalk
and remember this rhyme the next time you talk
I'm gonna give you some pointers, give you some tips,
so remember these the next time you try and spit
1. there is a thing called flow, don't know whether you know
this ain't song writing, we don't want depth
we don't want no emos with a noose round their neck
2. Catcher in the rye? Now you're just being smart
You gotta shoot for the balls, not shoot for the heart
while you're standing there like a plank flexing your brain
I'll be off with my rhymes seeing who else I can maim
3. Comparisons and intelligence? Now where's the rhyme here?
I think you've forgot what thread you're typing in, my dear.
In rap it's about the rhymes, not the length.
It's not about the big words, it's all about the strength.
And unfortunately, that's something you don't have.
So go back home kiddie, I'll pay for your cab.
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