Trippin 2

I must say I'm impressed, it took    
a lot of steps to become mediocre at best.  
I tip my hat to you, but you wasted your breath.    
This is the draft poem you should have just kept.    
Raise ME from the dead? I'm an angel of death.    
You got one thing right, you ain't great at this yet.    
You rhymed type with hype,    
that's real exciting.    
Another thing you got right was my colourful writing,    
All you cast is black and white, that's why the colours aren't biting.    
You in a grey zone, I'm both thunder and lightning.    
"What glitters ain't gold," you tried to use that to fight me.    
Two lines later you say your shit glitters, did I get that right?    
I ain't touching your bit about "bitches" with a ten foot pole,    
I had a friend use the same line at only ten years old, trippin.    
And what the fuck you talking bout with your duck, duck goose,    
Now your hanging by a thread, ..I'm about to cut you loose.    
I am the man on the shore, in your poem "dead in the water",    
I'm fishing for sharks, you're the lure, you're food for the fodder.    
As I told you before, I only see you as a daughter.    
I am father time, your only infantile, a musical toddler.    
You asked for my plaid jacket, it wouldn't be the first thing    
you've borrowed from me. You said you want to simulate,    
kind of like the hologram of tupac performing.    
I leave impressions all across you like a planet during terraforming.    
After this, there will be no more comparisions,  
I don't even know that you're aware of this,    
but in a rap diss, you called me Woody Harrelson, trippin.    
You think that shit passes, you think wrong,    
and you better think again before you put me in a song.    
I'm Zach the lumberjack, I've been here all along,    
before you were ever born,    
I'll be here after your gone.    
Trippin..