Random FreestyleA Poem by JackQuit now cause you’re way behind, I am your employer, your résumé denied. Like Potatoes at McDonald's you're gonna get friedMy ability to rhyme is like Ray Allen’s jumper Smooth, consistent, practiced, and quick Closest you’ll get to stardom is if you suck my dick
Your flow wouldn't be called sick in a nursing home It’s like trying to play basketball but being a Gnome You lack the capacity to succeed and thrive Everything you say is just one big nose dive Newton discovered gravity when he saw you drop You’re the weed in society’s plentiful crop You’re throwing raw spaghetti at all the walls And each
time it hits it always falls. Like the
stalker hoping each time he calls The result
will not be humiliating failure You’ve got
no compass but tryin’ to be a sailor Everything
you say I’m gonna knock It is like
your have permanent writer’s block Your lack of
creative wit and skill Worse than
someone a 100 years over the hill Get off the stage, get back in line Stand in the
crowd, or Just get the f**k out you’re as
out of place as human in space Vanilla ice?
You’re a bigger disgrace When that
girl heard you and yelled, “ Is that Mase!?” It wasn’t
the rapper but mace for your face. Anything to just end your lyrical disgrace. You say you’re just like MJ, in the NBA Please son, you’d
get beat by Fannie May. You claim to
f**k women like a relentless beast You have
gotten less than my Catholic Priest. I am here to
let you know, I am the pro I kill your
rhymes like the sun melts snow Hang with
me? Not a chance. You're less legit than MC Hammer's dance You’re as
out of style as parachute pants I am the
mower and you are the grass Put away that
miracle grow, it won’t work The idea of
you succeeding is simply berserk This is not a dream, your arm, don’t need to pinch you will not
wake up all safe in your bed I drive you
off a bridge and leave you for dead Just like Mary Jo and Kennedy,
Ted. Can you even
understand what I just said? You
are Navidad except without the ‘feliz’ Please stop
talking or I’ll call the police When the
cops come you can resist arrest But my words
lock you down like Ron Artest Everything
you say is repulsive like incest It’s over, I
win, you cannot protest You’re
guilty of being the absolute worst And I am
guilty of building your lyrical hearse © 2010 JackAuthor's Note
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Added on June 11, 2010Last Updated on June 11, 2010 Tags: Freestyle AuthorJackAboutI live in the U.S.A. I began writing my Sophomore year of high school. I love writing, drawing, and playing music with anyone who can hold a beat. I am motivated by the feeling, although elusive, when.. more..Writing
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