I'm not the best Rapper to be found in these parts but lemme know how this sounds.
The egotism would be amazing if it wasnt so self-degrading
I marvel at the way some people wanta stand up and say
"Hey Look At Me home ain't I the bomb in fashion and song
I got it goin on but for you they gonna bong tha gong
Of rejection, back-a-the-bus cause you just ain't as good as us"
But what a joke, it's stoke to take a poke atchya toke
They make me laugh, what a gas they just aint got no class
I'm just sayin they better off prayin steada so much boss-playin
But I fly the same kite, aint that a sight? So they keep right on
Holdin tight to tha might gonna play it all night long
But my shxt's a match I got the snatch I'm the greatest catch
You ever seen in your life I swing the lyrical knife at his wife
and all tha kids, I been takin swigs of swill in his fancy digs
Cause it's great to invade his jaded parade and watch 'em fade
Aint no jealousy in my darts just gettin sick of tha darkness
Thatcha lettin pull ya cart instead of livin by ya heart
Fxck this shxt I'm so sick of it I just wanna hit
That perverted twit Upside the head cause he's better off dead
Or at least outa sight, he's a fxckin blight and a dread
To tha world of tha real deal but he's branded a seal
On whateva he owns and controls, a butt-ugly troll
To tha depths of his un-regal soul and his illegal dole
Yeah this rhyme really sucks I'm just shuckin at lame-ducks
Makin a fuss cause it's fun to see tha pretty-boy run
Another what-tha-fxck play just one thing left to say
I aint the one in ya way just don't forget tha day