Plucky Duck

Monotone rappers
Clone rappers
Wanting dough rappers
Saying nothing of importance rappers
Go home rappers and reinvent the wheel rappers
Or sit on the crapper rappers
To get the crap out you rappers
The beats are fine
But you don’t speak your mind
If you did I would be speechless
But here’s a piece of my mind
All of a sudden I buy an album
Then they quit
Like “ok, I’m nice, but no one give me backing, except this bastard”
That is drastic
Clueless what you wondеr
But it seems like
You feel like you reachеd the summit
So you go back down
Someone will fill your sneakers
Something’s always there to remind me
That you backed down with the rhyme scheme
Controversy
There’s no more of
It’s declining
So they’re nicey
But they’re emo
So they’re hiding
Rap was tough once, not vaginey
Back up, mate
This is life now
Buck up
We are living so consider
The next guy who is thriving
And your rhyming is nice but
I can’t diss them
They’re my kindred
But the feeling
Doesn’t feel like
When I started in this field
So get off your ass
Don’t sit on your hands
Think what it takes
Then say to yourself that...