I’m the Punchline King #3

You rage with nerds but got a cage for birds like you
Clip your whack wings strip off your bling, dynamite crew
Flow misled go to bed say what not sleepy? Well why
Your plot creepy on the block sneaky try talks to my girl
Because she walk and hurl brown round butt on the strut the world
Knows this, wild in a skirt oops! Here come piles of dirt she’s annoyed
Unemployed your fun destroyed so gun talk avoid
Got a system of teaching but my wisdom not reaching
You slop preaching on microphones and leeching
To my rhymes, a creature and hater should feature greater
Skills don’t have lyrical sense of physical strength invader
With no quality, flow policy is whack like Water Gate son
You pure silly with no durability like weak fabrics your fate a ton
Of street habits like freak rabbits dig holes and hide inside like a bum
You strange and wild not a full range on styles you like elastic grips
Just speak plastic script false and lost step to this you face and drastic rips
Your rhymes only dinner here so don’t interfere with my yap structure
Sincere to the rap culture your posts are retard quotes floats
Like the coast guard say what you want toast, lard and Quaker oats