The Pompous Oyster

Looks like it's time for me to roast you

Sorry bro, you know I'm supposed to

And there's nothing to it

You do it to yourself

Like Vance Joy, I'm living on a higher shelf

But I see how that might sound selfish

So lets talk in terms of shellfish

The people open up an oyster and they find me

I'm a pearl, I'm a gem, I'm rare and unique

Your rap is a clam, full of slimy meat

You're common, you're crass and you can't feel the beat

You ain't got no soul to your rhymes

So throw in the beach towel while you've still got time