Pastry Puff McMuff
Mc Muffin still wants lessons?
I can sleepwalk his expressions
Off the steep stocks of great depressions
He needs my permission to cheap talk—
His voice I keep locked in D-Block prisons
With Elsha, Krulltar, and Mess
All confined with their weak rusty rhymes at best.
Trust me I’ve crushed a supercilious MC
But Pastry Puff McMuff’s just a pest
The super silliest I see.
StudMuffin and ‘lame’ coalesced
With ‘pathetic’ in the dictionary.
He officially became
Why I blame
His mere existence
He spits grits
Up in his rap
I can’t stand him like bigotry, son,
So I had his dignity hung.
In this rhyme convention
WINSlow has won.
Get at me dun.. ONE!
(Muffin looks like he’s about to cry. )