Comparison Trap

You tell jokes while I write the raps, I teach the class while you take notes

You talk game while I have a trophy case, I set the pace while you replicate

I get bored watching other people's rap games, throwing out the same old names,

Simpin' to be in the same old gangs to get to the grammies

It's a shame to be grouped with a industry of groupies,

I bet it's lame following my tour bus as a roadie,

I just want my boot to be out of all these horse crap pies

Only noobs curate curse words at the end of lines n' call them rhymes

Like a car that is miss parked, I'm surprised you haven't been fined

And then you have the audacity to say that I'm the one out of line?

Your a testimony that apparently anybody can write lyrics,

Even the local neighborhood babysitters that your mom hires

I peered into your birth certificates, it says it here

You one of the Four Cappiteers, a dollar tree toddler cap gun my dear

You a puppeteer without a puppet performing as the puppet

You a pupa disguised as a butterfly,

who never metamorphizes, a caterpillar told to wait

When the crowds see through the clown paint,

Tomatoes will stain a frown on your face, only the blood won't be fake.