Lyrical Throwdown

[Wren57]

I don't mull my lines
They flow straight like good wine
If you think my rhymes off
If you think they don't belong
If you think I write em like a sloth
Better realize, you are wrong
Cause I am the king of the castle
So bow down to the master
I got so many skills,
You can't even see me
Cause I pop so many pills
Lit like a Christmas tree
See I'm fucked up right now
Sippin on some Coors Light
Chillin wit my whole crowd
all day and all night
But if you still talk shit
If you feel you gotta bone
I stuff dick in your clit
Then I take your mom home
So what, now you wanna fight?
Cause I prove you wrong?
Cause you full of fright?
Imma take a hit of this bong
And finish this song
If you still wanna go a few
You can find me smokin hydro
Ladies with me, not you
So go home, ho-mo