Board Thread:Fun and Games/@comment-35472826-20181024095107/@comment-35028766-20181025131901

Y'all talk all big, but your words are all shallow.

They're like your soul and body, empty, hallow!

The only need J got with you is in the kitchen.

Got some duck, got some rabbit and chicken.

Your music's so bad, the room has a better soundtrack.

You float around like a weird balloon, let's just be honest, you're just a massive goon.

You've got less bars than my Uncle Jasper,

right away before he got shipped away to Madagascar, now I'm getting off track. This is a disaster.

And like your music, it doesn't even matter.

Y'all just a soldier, and I am the COMMANDER.

You stepped up to The God of Raps, what'cha gonna do?

I'll roast everything that crosses my path,

me plus a beat, you an do the math.

Words so sharp I'll create a blood -bath.

Stand down not or face my wrath.

A one to punch with the power of my mouth, I'll beat you every way, north, east, west, south.

I'll make you cry, give you a sob story.

Share it down with the pricks in purgatory.

Your career's so down in the pool shoot, I bet you appeared in the Ghostbusters reboot.