Oh jack jack
Once again your rhymes were wack
It’s obvious your mom was on crack
It’s plain as day that the inside of your head is hallow
Your momma should’ve listened to your dad when he told her she should swallow
You crack on my record and that’s pretty lame
But when it’s all over they will remember my name
Unlike you , who still beats off to video games
I’m done here because I know I can’t rap
But say my name again , I’ll introduce you to my strap.
This shit ain’t rap, it’s childish prattle
Take your weak shit straight back to mat battle
You think you got game? That your bars are tight?
The only thing that’s clear is you’re goofy and white
Someone needs to step up to Jack Mountaindew,
He takes men’s one a day, but I take two
Stepping to this hater like my name was A.C. Slater, peace be with you man like As-salamu alaykum
He’s got some skills, yet still seems vacant
I give your mind tremors like my name was Kevin Bacon
Scrolling through the threads with a beat in my head, Barry Bonds got Macho man dropping elbows when he’s dead.
You irritate some, but you just make me chuckle
I know you’re mom caught you doing the five knuckle shuffle
You say you can’t see me like my name is John Cena, but I’m shining bright in the crystal light like ODB’s senior
You post all day, while I have a job,
My name is Cawkgobbler and you can slob on my nob