I'm The King Of Punch lines #2

Even as a carpenter you couldn’t hammer the grammar
Or nail the flavor with stale behavior just a sad mamma jamma
Your use of words is abuse to herds of readers can’t speak or write
Too weak to fight saw you on the street last night living in fright
You not thug just a slop scrub say what wanna a girl in the hot tub?
Not aware of details never share females you be bent in events in clubs
Look kid you need chrome hummers to get phone numbers
And love letters from ladies and some Mercedes just a cucumber
Won’t root her garden

You rhyme dreary even with Einstein theory wouldn’t be atomic
With Ebonics so ironic how your formula not supersonic
Like Walter Payton you falter creating lyrics sipping gin and tonic
Putting legit restrictions on your bits of fictions rhymes sound chronic

You try hustles with bad eye muscles you don’t see straight
And never be great so why debate like a whack candidate?
Don’t accept bribes but you need help with scribes don’t hate