you mediocre monopolist using an amateur for your points to assist
with a brisk flick of my wrist you'll feel my fist like a brick
you make me sick you worthless tick
i'll light your wick with my bic lighter
you'll burn out for sure and not brighter
everyone can concur you're no fighter
one slur from my slumber
count goes up one more number
your entire styles a bummer i can't imagine your words making you ANY dumber