FOUR PUNCHLINES TO ENOCH

ENOCH you prevail as a hoe even as a carpenter you couldn’t
Nail down a flow your lyrical lumber seem to slumber and bend
Like a cucumber bitch//
ENOCH got you locked in a tunnel even with a hot funnel you
Couldn’t scoop or pour a good rhyme in the hood you a blind
Ass holding an asinine glass of wine I’ll rip out your spine
And feed it to hogs you need a dialogue in your whack lines bitch//
ENOCH you don’t have a fat theme you on atropine drugged
The fuck up as a scrub corrupt, you rap retard whack mess
Must have a cardiac arrest your slop heart is not hot art I guess//
ENOCH even as a deer you couldn’t jump high just a punk guy
I’ll make that rump fry is Crisco grease run around as a chump that lie//