the coward's avenue

you really think you're killing it?
you need to take a hit
and pass it to your psychiatrist
oh yeah, you're on a spree
...of serial mediocrity
your rhymes are lukewarm
like the shit you're sitting in
wanking off while real men
are out hitting it
and kill a slut, hell no
you gotta catch one first
but you're too busy being a ho
that no one fucking listens to
wait, you got no comments
and no likes at all?
a star like you, running the show?
except there's no one in the
audience, but a sleeping drunk
and some empty seats
go home bitch, to your wife
and kids and if that fails
cause they hate your guts
make some new cuts
cut your wrists some more
go across the street like you
you know how, it's called
the coward's avenue
pathetic and weak
about as scary as a bitch
in heat, climb up on your
soapbox little boy
and pick up your imaginary mic
or maybe get yourself IP blocked
now that might get some likes