Wasted

I try to like these rappers, but they so wack

They should hop off the track and bounce back

There is no more piece, no more masterpiece

I spit bars with syllables, it feel like I increase

I'm not a Dr. Seuss, I am not Cat In The Hat

And I don’t like to chat

And I'm not a mole rat

I don't wear a straw hat

This is not my habitat

I’m not a copycat, and I didn't become flat

I got my own jacket, got my own packet

I don't have to hack it, don't have to crack it

Got my own face, got my own grace, got my own mace

I feel like I'm in space

Got my own brief case, and my own book case

Yeah, I replace you, and I erase

You are disgrace, they should follow your trace

Go to your showcase, or go some place

I spit so many bars, I feel like I'm with the stars

Feel like I got me scars, and I feel like I'm Lars