Punchlines Not Played
 

Your Hummer is cramped even at a summer camp can’t
Learn to swim your brain turn dim may drown before you faint
Even as a king in bling you couldn’t hurt my throne you’ll work
Alone nobody listen to jerks on the phone your whack crew not alert
Your mind and emotions are blind potions of whackness need
Oceans of practice before rapping not even an actress would read
Your script, your ass can’t playwright plus you stay in fright
Best pray at night for some skills go to sleep turn off the light