Netcees - Bonus Battle: YDK vs. Mr. J

My mind becomes a hall with a lot of missing artwork
what brings a person to life is what is given in hard work...
necessities I long for, this positioning everyone fought for
you hidden in a mask, Id give certain individuals contour
syllables like an armed force at your door if you want more..
my surroundings are pores that should be bathed in Clean & Clear
no matter the treatment these grease-balls still reappear...
I've seen em here...
when you reach a certain point you bound to keep quiet..
especially when at the end of your journey you begin to see lights...
its the end of the road..some other cliche we tend to stick to
its not in my heart at this time to try to pretend Id get you..
is it my nature to tell the truth? or just really offend what your into?
I digress..this is my treat, a moment to attend to pickles..
mustard, ketchup, mayonnaise & such...
with this bottle I'm Picasso, this straw exits out of body bag
I catch a 2nd wind from the bubbles as I sneak away & waddle back
HEY DUMBASS IS IT SO MUCH TROUBLE TO GET NO MAYONNAISE

I look back as my father laughs