im on the verge on the brink,
so far gone to the point i swear i might sink,
to a darker stasis, what be the basis?
all this talk bout new found crazes.
It amazes me, astounds me,
what these people pronounce to be,
so called top cats sounding like old hat,
ignorant thinking that no one would clock that.
Do yourself a favor, cease your banter,
you couldnt (w)rap a gift for christmas.
Lay down any wager i'll bet ya,
you can't write with grammatical flavour.
Your career's in danger,
from time you thought you could rhyme and put that pen to paper.
You've sold your soul for fools gold,
your in to deep now nothing can save ya
(waits for slander)
