“Maybe there was a little blip of a heartbeat.”
Whenever you play basketball, you build heat.
Making a free throw in practice is a big feat.

You messed with the wrong person.
Compared to you, I look like Iverson.
You can try to make a shot, listen here, son.

All the coaches glaze you.
But you’re not worth the hype too.
I’ll cook you and throw you in a stew.

Matter of fact, it already happened.
I cooked you till you blackened–
Rolled you till you flattened.

Remember those one v one’s?
One, two, three games, all of them were won.
I even gave you the ball first, but you couldn’t stop the run.

Intramurals are just around the corner.
Let me be your informer;
You’re not gonna be your team’s scorer.

Oh, by the way, masons not a nobody.
Mess with him, you’ll be so sorry.
He’s built himself up like Joe Robby.

You wish you were him.
Why don’t you hit the gym?
You’re no gorilla, you’re a chimp.

Just remember who your dad is.
Just know, it’s not a hard quiz.
While I’m racking up these wins.

What about that English final?
Your PC must be your idol.
The books only open when the Wi-Fi’s vital.

Don’t quit your day job.
I chew your beats like a shish-kabab
You’re built like your name is “Bob”.

Just put the fries in the bag.
Go back to shooting sky hooks you old hag.
You never take practice seriously, you just lollygag.

All love, no hate.
I’ve noticed when you go to class, you’re never late.
I know you have a good fate.