Exercise 1

People seem to be just a waste of my time

I may be wasting my prime, but I got cases of rhymes

And I’ll serve for years to come like the face on the dime

Future mass murderer erasing your lines

I’m using my youth to hone my components

And usually douches don’t know that I wrote it

Flows like lava let me stone my opponents

Leave Boston like Pompeii once the soldier is noted

One day I’ll have them all diving like Gollum

Your averages Joes wont chill so I’m gliding in Gotham

Sticks and stones don’t kill if your lines had just got them

Most these clones own pills so they’ll die ‘fore they drop then

Hop to and build your barracks for this invasion

Still no parents are fit to bare this rich occasion

Press x to doubt and get x’d out like X, now

I’m set to pounce, protect your towns, you’re next. Out.