CATS IN THE OPEM MIC YALL GET A LIFE

IF WHACKNESS WAS A PIZZA YOU’LL BE BREAD DOUGH WITH A
MISLED FLOW NO NICE FIXTURE AS A WHACK SPICED MIXTURE
OF TOMATOE SAUCE AND CHEESE THESE DANG PATATOE HEAD CAN’T
BOSS EMCEES //
IF WHACKNESS WAS A TREE YALL WOULD HAVE BRANCHES AND LIMBS AND GROW ON RANCHES WITH THEM COWBOYS GET ON YOUR KNEES CLOWN YOUR LEAVES ARE BROWN B-ITCHES GOT THE ROOTS OF A NIN-COMPOOPS YOU CAN’T RHYME OR PAINT A LINE JUST A WHACK TRYING TO WRITE AND DESTROY HIP HOP BEST KEEP YOUR LIPS LOCK DON'T TALK SO MUCH WALK AND SEARCH FOR ANSWERS //
YOU'RE HUMP BACK CAMEL THESE CHUMPS TO WHACK TO GAMBLE SO YOU CAN'T ROLL DICE IF WHACKNESS WAS A BOWL OF RICE THESE BITCHES WORDS WOULD BE SERVED WITH SPOILED STEAK AND GRAVY YALL FAKE AND CRAZY NOT GREAT JUST LAZY//
IF WHACKNESS WAS A D-ICK YOU ALL WOULD STAY HARD AS STRAY RETARDS BEHIND A ZIPPER EVEN THEN YOU COULDN'T CUM STRONG YOU HAVE A DUMB DOME //
IF WHACKNESS WAS A JHERRI CURL YALL WILL BE IN A FERRY WORLD AS BUSTERS BEYOND REPAIR AS A WHACK CLUSTER OF HAIR BEING SLEEZY AND GREASY, //
If whackness was a book yall would be a written work and a hidden jerk
With a number of pages while my hummer rages with your girl’s leg spread
In the backseat yall whack freaks and can’t rhyme at all //
If whackness was flowers yall blooms will be doomed
Bitches need fertilizer to hurdle wiser in rap no fumed
Blossoms in your graden even an opportune opossum farting
Trying to escape //
if whackness was a basin of water yall will be facing slaughter down a drain as a clown with no brain //

If wackness was an emcee it would be you....