What’s the Point?

[Verse 1]
Oh no CP from CW is doing an emo track
I'm white and orange like Nemo's back
So whack, after listening to Resurrection I see no rap
My production is cheap like what chinos lack
Me being the best is like you hiding the c-note fact
That you've got chemo, cap
I know I'm never gonna get the beast mode bag
This girl was so smoking her dad forced her to eat though fags
Can't be assed to finish this verse
Can't be assed to do any shit work
If I could I was slap this beat around like a bitch nerd
Or how like a drunk bloke in the pub does a fit bird
I don't give a shit about a hit, just do it for the rhyme
I don't give a shit about a bitch, just do it for the grind
When I spazz I try to go crazy like my mind
I'm so shady, don't ever bite my rhyme
My life is like me doing a punchline about coal on a plane, yeah fight or flight
I haven't even been on this earth for two decades
And I already feel like my bodies already started to decade

[Chorus]
I'm fucking shit at rapping but I'll release this shit anyway
I'm fucking awful, why do people still listen anyway?
I constantly feel like I'm the worst rapper on any day
But to be the fucking best I'll fucking find any way

[Verse 2]
When I have a piss I always miss like Lauryn Hill
I'm not an average rapper, I don't want foreign wheels
I'm not an average rapper, I wanna have orange grills
I wannabe so rich I can have 4 inch bills
I may be shit but at least I'm not boring still
Breaking into this game with a bar n steal
I'm like investing into Comedy Central, a laughing stock
Got more red hairs on my head than bars in Scot
I couldn't give a shit about cars and yachts
Bit of a bitch, I always say "pardon, what"?
I'm getting sick and tired of chasing fame
I'm done sitting down writing raps and wasting days
Rap is a game and I'm fucking hating games
I really sorry about this track, I know I'm just faking pain
I'm nothing, I'm fucking nothing, "The Barry Show" is my peak
Me being shit is common like Ye producing a fine beat
CP not being good as rap is like saying Kim K has a fake hiney
Ya boi will fucking kill because I hate hypebeasts
Everybody knows I make no sense like Michael Jackson in the late 90's
But that being all said, am I one of the greats, might be

[Verse 3]
This track isn't long enough so I'm just gonna freestyle the rest
This rhymes you're hearing came from the mind, straight from the head
After this I'm gonna go to bed, get to rest
Hopefully I'm still hear in the morning
Or maybe this is a just a dream and I'm snoring
Outside it's pouring, right now it's four in
The morning, well that's a lie for the rhyme
But since I didn't commit any crimes
I've just gotta rap about how I hope I die
Say bye to the world before I got a girl
Fuck it, I guess I'm going to hell