Hey William, what's happenin'?
Still makin' corny raps again?
Keep dreamin', boy,
Yo ass need some practicin'
You achievin' nothin' with your day job
By sittin' on your ass, hoping you take off,
What fuckin' good is that?
Your flow is tone deaf, your fans know this
But won't expose it 'cause you get explosive
When they notice; you blame it on the tracks
Then you quit postin', come back,
Nothing's changed since the last attempt
I'd rather see you throw the towel again
Before I have to go through all this crap
Yeah, I know that I'm your conscience,
But fuck it, ain't it obvious?
I think your shit is so trash!
I'm done with sugarcoating for your ass
You're a fraudulent poser with no class,
Hiding behind the mask of a poet
You think you're deep as an ocean?
Yeah, right, you're a puddle, at best
Do this whole community a favour:
Scrap everything you got on your page,
Give the fuckin' act up, put down the pen!
Don't you dare try to counter me,
Don't try to play pretend,
You claim you got the hang of words,
But you either:
A: Never prove it
B: Don't care enough to execute it
C: All the fuckin' above
And I implore you, enough is enough!
Every little stream of thought you have
Thus far, should've stayed in your head;
Should've never seen the light of day
Should've told you, “Never try again”

© William Robert Death
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