To these Poetry Fucks on RV

I got a heavy stick for the very sick and every poetry prick
Just some freak sluts with deep cuts and no attitudes quick
Say I’m whack just stay back do a good deed the hood need
Rap not crap like you nitwits write stuff never excite or feed
My thoughts, clowns need to drown don’t go ashore just sink
In panic like the Titanic nothing romantic about fake and stink
Feces, be a trooper and get the pooper scooper don’t even blink
Your rhymes are just a whack snack which is a small meal
Hell rap all real so really yall poetry asses should crawl and kneel
To rap, you don’t flow cool sit on a low stool now raggedy and revealed
Like goofy quarterbacks you’ll fumble a bundle flavor
In the form of a pig skin make my wig spin and tumble major