You can’t get no satisfaction, like a Rolling Stone
come all up in the game trying to take the THRONE,
with your gangster tone, thinking you’re Al Capone
killing everybody softly with your microphone!
You don’t leave me feeling good, you’re no Nina Simone.
No rap credentials, just another clone.
Nothing can faze ya, when you’re in the zone
but your bad behaviour man, I can’t condone.
Texting ‘hey baby’s – shooting off your phone,
action like Jackson – you’re never alone.
Saying how you make the ladies moan and groan
50 shades of grey – man choose your Pantone!
Need constant interaction, can’t cope on your own.
Producing bad fruit from the seed that you’ve sown.
Work hard, be brave, there’s talent to hone
but now back to the Batcave ‘cos your cover’s blown!
Next weeks random word to rap with is NOSE