Pop

Watching your flow is uncontrolled and emotionless

The syllables unfold but only hearing lyrical nonsense

lyrical nonsence like the speakings of any prophet or goddess

 

he tries to be bold | but only feel im feeling is cold

tried to steal my soul | but only coal was left in the hole

call me the troll | its the toll to pay to get in the rap game

but i must say | your rhymes are quite lame

could even say | quite gay, but hey

 

I'm not here to judge, no need get angry

this rhyming made me wanna go and get crazy

 

he talk the talk claimin to be a leader,

but if we took his life experience put it up to a meter

it would go ding ding didnt even display on the machina

 

says he's true like a teacher with the words that he speaks'a

but he faker than the politics in the gaza

 

claims to be mythical like a griffin when he breathes'a

put glasses on him and call the cunt peter

He trying to catch a breather he hides under the sheetsa

and claimed he had heaters