Mock Giants (learn me to rap!)

What's holy when shit's flowin'?
Scratching claws to chalkboard
pussies beat boxen' hard
So much dead wood  
rap like they should
 
They be giants  
trying not to act small
Overtaking  
not to take a fkn fall
 
It takes an ostrich, man
to get head in the sand
Big bird buyin' a band
takin' no mere man's hand
 
Did rats just steal an easel  
From a frickin weasel?
 
Where's the edible woods?
Chop up them wordy goods!
To express that I slay
is to under-spray
the toothy foolish way
 
Your can's too big to trash
too small to bang with cash
 
I skirt the balls  
big writing stick  
Ball point's givin'  
plenty wick
slidin' ink just fine!
 
Think you're a trophy-ass?
Better things can come to pass
 
Reducing lines  
might suit us fine
 
Petty dreams you
can't sleep through  

To much like feeling blue  
Reality calls to me and you  
 
Dream a small dog dream
It don't taste like it seem
chew toys sans the cream