16 bar I wrote a few months ago. Critique me, please. (Hawk Eyes)

[Egocentric]

My two peeking oculars spot unpopular flow coppers
Who’s weak visions are cheap like bomb night dollar droppers
I bring the frightful blight as the original show stopper
And expose hypocrite rappers like Mitt Romney’s flip-floppers
I go full retarded and bogart the song to barge this
I’m sick of typical ‘artists’ who claim to go the hardest
You’re some trans-fat lard shit, just some fucking garbage
Do I need to dick slap you just to show you what hard is?
Probably not, it’s hardly something that I’m down with
Struggle as you juggle rhymes, it’s time to be a clown then
My assonance is on it even when I’m lounging
Pounding out syllables; my method is astounding
I exhibit a livid demeanor as a real mud slinger
Spitting this 16 meaner holding up my third finger
If you think you’re buzzing, B, I’m pulling out your stinger
Bleeding slow; I watch you die as your soul lingers