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.