Slapstcik Comedy

you call yerself mister joe
i must have missed the joke coz i cant see where your $$$$s goin
I remind myself of a river, i keep FLOWIN and FLOWIN
my rhymes are GOD given and thats why they pure
my words get under your skin like a disease, and there aint no cure
You wouldn’t get re-specked, if you were covered in dots
I don’t stop, speak my mind, until you’re smothered in thoughts
You’re flow is about as hot as Digiorno... you just can’t deliver
Think you’re ‘dope‘? Well I’m WOW...The ‘weed’ killer
You intended to stand on thin ice, but your plans fell through
Thought you could hang with me, now you’re lynched...the population of hell grew
I’ll expel you, from the site and put you out of work
So in five years you’ll be yelling, “selling coffee has its perks!”
Like losing George Clinton from your life, your flow is de-funked
Luckily this battle’s over, and you’re releafed like tree trunks