Ya jotted a verse...but the paper, you abused it.
Cuz ya pencil had potential, until ya actually used it...
Now here ya are, disgracing RB with ya rhymes...
Comin hollow with flow, he could actually be a wind chime.
Runnin out of Toner, and ain't lookin for replacements...
No one wants ta copy a kid who's lower than a basement.
Condemned ta never elevate, like a clipped wing bird...
Destined ta show he sucks, after rappin one word.
Toner must be tone deaf, thinkin he can produce...
Soundin more like Tom Green, when he humps his moose.

__________________
Merkings will occur Monday thru Friday, 8 am thru 5 pm, C.S.T.
For my convenience, not yours!