I'M Here To Murder Mumble Rap, Censored For Soup

All these muffled mumble mouths are farting gas, with a less complex range than an enslaved ahss, inspiration sadly discarded as they spas, the rap I grew up with is a thing of the past. Talent? Witch please, mumble's a disease, contracted through the legs or the knees, they don't bounce on the beat like a breeze, more a sneeze, destroying a legacy. Remember when rappers opened the hole in their face, and didn't sound like their jaws were tied by a brace, when you could hear the words regardless of the pace, never sounding like a language spoke in outer space. Today's rappers are a disgrace, stumbling along in Arabic, and grunting like a dying asthmatic, you aint talented you're just plastic, and it's tragic how the whole song stack lacks a classic. Rap used to be about verbal accounts and the way words were pronounced, then out pounced murmuring sounds of toddler playgrounds, and this awful mumble rap was found. Why can't you rap? Is your flippin' tongue twisted? Getting in the chart doesn't mean you're flippin' gifted, it just means the label conned those with brains restricted and somehow managed to shift what your mouth spitted. Labels just invested less in all the rest, yeah you todays best but time's the true test, only the youth are naïve enough to pay, and even then they like what the ... did he say? Commercial beats are made to tap feet, so they don't hear the lard trying to speak, shouting with all that anger big and bad, which I get 'cus if I couldn't talk I'd be mad. Inheriting the platform they take turns to shout rap from, no one merits their artform 'cus it sounds like a fart storm, every mumble rapper should go and tumble like a dryer, because every mumble rapper is just overrated and dire! Old skool rappers on crack, have verbal skills that new school rappers lack, the sloshy retainer spits spat by relards in fits, sounding like two cars crashing into bits. Big wigs in the boardrooms trying to replicate the street, but they dipsticks with *ick lipstick forging a beat that like mumble is pitifully weak at the peak, so they pluck out the big bucks to be in charts each week. The whole industry is controlled by users, they're either on drugs or alcohol abusers, we can't sue but we can fill the sewers, money at their core nothing more, losers! So I say lets make us some history, the day mumble fell away indefinitely, and totally disappeared with its misery, a new we all done it unsolved mystery!