Punchlines

Even as a carpenter you couldn’t build flavor with your
Ill behavior your nails will fail and won’t prevail in hardcore
Wood so your foundation couldn’t clown a nation and will fall
Down all around like broken fence posts rhyme dense most time yall
Your lips closed while my scripts pose a threat in your brain
Blend correct like insects so I swarm in a storm of sore rain
Cats stem whack as dim maniacs I’m above the rim with fact
And impact, I blow a flute while cats flow pollute the site back
And forth like AYLIYAH, even with labels you not able
To true tag my dew rag my Duke grease will rebuke the beast and stable
The legal evil of a bad hair day