Nothing's worse than an emcee named after what he's bad at making/ (Rhymes)
It's like if an impotent man were to call himself fucking "babies"/

I refuse to sign the truce when rhymes already hangs from the gallows in a noose/
Even though the rope was loose his neck still cracked like a pair of ceramic shoes/
Even if he wrote pre-writes, he still wouldn't have rhymes to use/
He's like the Chicago Cubs in that it's his destiny to lose/

You came to get down so i bound you in rope and threw you off a cliff until i heard you hit the ground/
Couldn't decide which was a more sickening sound: your rhymes or the fleshy pound/
My rhymes hit you like a plummeting anvil as you daffy DUCKed down/
Buried you in a mound but when i digged you up later, only BUGS were found/

Rhymes is like a jewish person smoking on Christmas without a doubt/
Santa Claus may go into the chimney, but only Hannuka Harry comes out/

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