Mundo's Mind

its call back pocket...The dogfather, skills he lacking// into the corner backing// a beating he’s taking, more like a shellacking// now I bet you didn’t know I was sage// been able to tell you things that would happen, later on today// what people would say, to your attempt at rhymespray// freestyle, more like free of it// the only reason you’re here is to read up on the skills that you covet// I’m not a battler I just try to make you understand// a gentle man but seriously dog you deserve a backhand// for the garbage, you constantly dish out// your words are filth heres some soap, now go wash your mouth// and maybe then a state of clarity, yo, really I do not know// one thing you need to learn son, talking shit on sixshot doesn’t mean that you can flow// you can try, I give you that// say what you type in the real world makes you a clown as people laugh// so wut you think about that, my next question// cuz really this is my last line and this is the end of this session//