[Verse]

Mic in my hand, I'm feeling mangy,

Swung the verses round, making it tangy.

Rhymes get messy, call it unkempt,

Flow so loose, in a tent, it slept.

[Verse 2]

Syllables tangled, scribbles on a page,

Words so wild, escaped the cage.

Dropped the beat, it staggered and tripped,

Lyrics sideways, brain cells ripped.

[Chorus]

Sloppy rap, the style we adore,

Words half-baked, hungry for more.

Groove so wobbly, stumbles, falls,

Echoes in the alley, bounces off walls.

[Verse 3]

Metaphors stray, mind’s got a limp,

Tangled like vines, jungle’s own pimp.

Half notes slurred, consonants missed,

Art in the chaos, sound so blissed.

[Verse 4]

Tongue-twists and mumble a new art form,

Like a storm of crumbs in autumn morn.

Rhymes flutter, no landing gears,

Haikus of mess, nothing’s clear.

[Bridge]

Out of sync, rhythm’s a ghost,

In this chaos, the most we boast.

Half-baked, undercooked, raw and then,

Messy verses, scrawls with a pen.