Okia

Your rhymes are like a puzzle missing half the pieces, Listening to you’s like waiting for a sneeze that never releases. You claim you’re the best, but that’s just a tall tale, Your flow is like a boat with no wind in its sail. Every line you drop is a swing and a miss, I’d rather watch paint dry than hear this abyss. You strut around like you’re hot stuff, But your bars are so bland, they ain’t even tough. So here’s my advice: take some time to refine.