Clown Mic

You talk tough online, but you fold in real life,

Couldn't handle the pressure of a butter knife.

You sound like a cartoon stuck in a blender,

A walking disaster, gender-fluid offender.

You’re a budget-bin joke on a clearance rack,

Tryna spit bars, but you lack the knack.

Step to the mic, but you start to stutter,

Just a clown slipping on his own peanut butter.

Your entire career is a glitch in the matrix,

I’m ending your life on the basest of basics.

Take your whole crew and get off the curb,

'Cause everything about you... is just too absurd