I’m the Punch Line King #5

Got a lazy crew even with crazy glue// your rhymes
Couldn’t adhere to wall it appear all// your stuff is asinine
And proved wrong, groove long and don’t soothe a dome
Stuff don’t smooth on like lotion that I use at home//
Beautifully cast my powers like a mass of flowers bloom
Fast for hours but your flow trash and cowers// as a task doomed
Write hot rhymes that pop minds but your slop not divine//
Call the preacher you may rap wise after baptized// in wines
Don’t wash behind ears your line appears// wounded sometimes
Like war casualties with bazaar tragedies// bullets sever spines
Raise dues and blaze fools// like fire my type desire is vicious
Inspired and suspicious// of being the greatest empire feels delicious
Like cornflakes but you born among scorn fakes// and deals fictitious
Too many rain summer seasons is garbage cruise in my hummer
With reason and knowledge// but you just seem to get dumber
Should inform yourself my storm soars deft// like thunder