Misguided Theory

People keep on testing me,

Say shit about me,

We'll see,

Where you resting G.

Make a comment,

And you'll need solvent,

To cut through the curses,

That come out of my mouth,

At you louse.

Look you got me writing verses,

On how stupid you are,

And how far,

From the truth,

You are hapless sleuth.

Just choose,

To lose,

Because you take hypothesis,

As your reality,

And you don't test your theories,

Against me.

Because you're broke as hell,

Don't got a penny to spell,

No one will give you a dime,

For your worthless time,

Cause you’re a pothead,

A drunk,

People know you’re a skunk,

And your head,

Is as thick as lead,

So your mind can't be fed,

By anything except,

Your misguided concepts,

Which seem to wreck,

Into each other each sec,

And cause conflict,

And the loss of all your respect,

But don't check,

With me,

Cause you'll see,

When you dead G.