PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

You think a you’re a soldier of the game and you think you got a name

But when I start talking fame all I hear about you is lame

They say you look like a lion but you’re really tame

I can look around your crew and label them the same

I wouldn’t pet you though, I’m not trying to stroke your head or your mane

Just in case you thought you’re ahead, I’ll keep checking your lane

What’s that? You’d eat me alive? How would you catch me? Should I count to five?

Then start running around so I don’t leave you behind? Do you think I’m mean? Should I be kind?

But I am kind, a four of a kind. You’re just a pair waiting for the turn of the river after the flop.

It’s like waiting for water to dry after you mop.

You’re better off doing something else like browsing the shop.

You’re rapping skills are so lousy I can’t even tell you to stop.

I’m getting drowsy every second listening to you try to rhyme lollie and pop

Keep your candy ass lines in the wrapper because a rapper you’re not