PUNCHLINES TO FRAME
I wear raw bling if whackness was a drawstring you’ll
Be able to close openings your flows not smoking in duels //
Don’t have a smart voice if whackness was a dark horse
You’ll be a critical fake as a political candidate bad choice
Crying and trying to win the election should begin correction
On your rhymes no strong lines in your arsenal a reflection
Of your weakness // you’re a sad leech if whackness had been
A beach you’ll be white sand you can’t write man say again
Put your rhymes on the night stand gonna need a fight plan
To win this battle // you in a whack zone if whackness stand
for a backbone you’ll be protecting spinal cords dude understand? //
you go to hooters as a jerk if whackness was a computer network
you’ll be on line can’t drink strong wine end up a punk drunk flirt
with stupidity need true pity for your skills being a lyrical chump hurts //
you’re grown ass and like blown glass you’re breakable a dang
agile fragile your crew gone don’t have a true dome no Ebonic slang
and like blue stone you copper sulfate bebopper with a skull of hate
you a fat act with no attack, your brain best try to attain great
success other wise you a lame mess need wiping up so grab a mop
you have no HIPHOP
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Originally Posted by rydergendrs
