Shut up friends and sit the forget down
You can't compete with Jetz
How do you expect to come close to me you clowns
This battle isn't for you, leave before you have regrets
Now Jetz, lets try a little
Your French is stuff, very brittle
This is America, we speak English bitch
Get on your jet, and hit the ignition switch
fly up on out of here before I put you in the damn ditch
I think a lesson in rap is in order real quick.
First, get your structure right you arrogant prick.
Odd line counts, weak-ass near rhymes? You make me sick.
Just be consistent, it's that easy; that's the trick.
From what I see you have no talent, I must profess.
The only thing you've written here is a loving mess.
I doubt my lessons will actually yield progress,
Though I'm eager to see you embarrass yourself more I confess.
Still here's a thought to help dissolve that determination,
It takes next to no effort, this lyrical devastation.
And you might say the same, being such an irritation,
But it shows in your work, that lyrical abomination.
So a recitation,
A reiteration:
To fix your atrocious rap reputation,
Structure alteration,
Get some motivation.
But you'll never be a match for the administration.
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