PEOPLE ON THE RV SITE UNDER ATTICUS

You rhyme like Doctor Seus no proper juice to succeed
In rap you feed crap to folks that dreamy shit, fuck don’t read
Mine, you tell whack stories and use lies to smooth vibes
Fiddle with static as low crabs using idiomatic vocab just tribes
Of misfits misled a bunch of biscuit heads soft bread asses
Like Mary Jane in Farm Fresh, bitches not even in Ghetto classes
So let go of the masses of dreams you born with a silver spoon
You bastards out of a plan and you clout not in demand just goons
Trying to steal Hip Hop I feel the slip knot around my throat the fumes
Of doom will soon choke me in a political conversation with whack tunes
Have great ability but in a state of hostility why cats fake and silly?
Hateful and not faithful should be grateful to whack moderators no agility
In leadership they fuck up the site I mean like ATTICUS want all the credit
For mediocre rhymes that belong on clothes lines drying out he’s pathetic
Dang he can’t flow a groove or show and prove he’s worthy or energetic
Banners his manners are that of apes, just monkey ass no funky class
Of speech can’t reach folks with those funny scriptures and crummy pictures
Displayed on your post kid, this guy rusty and cry lustily form lamp fixtures
You serve wine but your words don’t shine this nerd lost in rhyme