Random FreestyleA Poem by Jack
Quit now cause you’re way behind, I am your employer, your résumé denied. Like Potatoes at McDonald's you're gonna get fried
My 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 Jack
Shelved in 1 LibraryAdded on June 11, 2010
Last Updated on June 11, 2010
AboutI 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..