So you think you are a different class
I think you're talking right out of your ass.
The only rocking you do is like Cassius Clay
And I mean right now not back in the day.
I float like a butterfly and sting like a bee
You just don't have the moves to outslam me.
I smell something as well and a rat it ain't
Quick sit down before you faint.
It's the smell of the corpse i'll make
When you read this your own life you should take.
And if i'm on crack you must be on meth
When i'm done you'll be out of breath.
I think i'm over my writers block at last
Which is why i'm getting this done so fast.
I like my pancakes with sugar and jam
Coz I work up a hunger even when it's such an easy slam.
You're computer probably got hacked because you cannot spell
But in the end I guess it's just as well.
It isn't really a challenge to try and beat you
Hands behind my back and eyes closed I could easily defeat you.
Like all good things I must bring this to an end.