Just bored so wrote this...
You think that you have that X-Factor when in-fact ya slack like a tractor / On the freeway / No leeway, this is pre-pay forget the he-say, she-say how about I Say, this is me-say - you cannot rhyme / It's a mind like mine that has to take the time out to find the right kind of line to inspire a whin(e)... Ing little imitator like you to create-your stinky poo, wipe your ass / Think fast as your last to me / Again, I beat and defeat you, I preceed yet succeed you / Newbees I will bleed you / Make sure you have no need to - EVER make writing your endeavour again, so drop that pen, gimie ten and lets pretend that this end is a start to the end of your art, I've torn you apart.