King Of Punch lines #4

Your fake handshakes are sticky like a pancake, rhymes
Don’t chew well your crew smell use right guard time
And time again you blind like sin a slight retard in the mind
Lame jerk with no framework your game don’t perk like coffee
A corrupt cup of that I can’t sip even with sweet-n-low a softy
Even with a shed or barn head couldn’t farm the crops
They’ll rot in the ground your slop don’t sound hot or hit spots
Igniting trash and your lightning don’t flash like rain cloud
Can’t tame crowds weak verse the street worse shouldn’t be allowed
To rap, here at seven eleven my rhymes appear in heaven
Ready for a slurpee like Eddie Murphy try chill like Devin
On Nightrider bazaar shit like the car Kit spinning wheels
And ending deals, bending heels like Timberland boots cats squeals
My gun sprays like sunrays you wanna chase waterfalls
Disgrace to slaughter all your crew I’m chief I order all
Your activity, I have stink powers you soft like pink flowers
Your blooms not in tune with rap just some doomed crap never towers
You not a winner dropping rhymes I’m a king interlocking spines
Like spinal taps doing final raps before exploding to fame bell chimes
Got flavor like mayonnaise man you best raise your hand
And praise this plan while I blaze the land at your command