look at the time can you tell? it took you forty minutes and those are the only rhymes you've got to sell.
i work under pressure so don't give me a lecture i went to U of hell.
rhymes galore always always in store, you'll buy me out use em up then beg my distributers for more and more.
your styles already written, these words to you just aren't fitten, so when you get real right over there i'll be sittin.
you have to use labels, to exaggerate fables, i'll knock your horse back in the stables, cause your ridin isn't paying the doles.
keep it up i'll spawn to satan and steal your soul, well maybe its gone cause your rhymes are bull.
you'll walk down my rhyming mart with an empty cart, drool going all of the floor, not looking so sure, so
i'm here to implore i am the reigning rhyme warrior, you're a lyrical whore so i'm here to show you the door.