“Maybe there was a little blip of a heartbeat.”
You know you always miss a beat.
Trying to aura farm but all you farm is wheat
No one knows who you are. You live on Mason’s street.
How are things going with your track meet? I heard you got last in your fleet.
You got to start working out, you got no meat.
When my basketball games start you just take a seat.
I’m so sorry that you have to take the heat.
Maybe after this you can go to my meet and greet.
You’ll feel all excited and you’ll feel complete.
Your rhymes are trash, they are like yeet and skeet.
Maybe stop eating so many treats, I see you gaining weight.
You know me I love to hate.
After this I’m gonna take you on a date.
Serve you steak on a paper plate.
Look at your math score you got a 58.
I know you’re scared, that’s a bad trait.
You think you’re quick and slick, but you’re mad slow.
You said you felt like you’re getting bullied but we ain’t ask though.
You should take some medicine for your head.
You look like you just ate lead.
You’re playing guitar but you don’t shred.
I heard what you said but listening is such a dread.
You asked for some money here’s a money spread.
Stop asking me for bread.
Thanks for making it so easy now go to bed.