JOHN PINETTE IS FUCKING TRASH

[DMS]

I ain’t bitchin’ or bluffin’, your a little pig n your nothing.
His ‘mind’s always on his belly’, so when my lines get stuck in your head, it’ll be like taking a stick to the stomach.
A comedian writer, his bars are a joke, obvious plays? Probably so,
But still? Nah you can see his fat ass wiggling when he walks in a robe.
Still Hungry? That’s what the problem is, Joe.
Cus that perfectly describes your audience after watchin’ his shows.
How he writes is faulty and the weight of this guy is repulsive.
Now I’m not gay or anything, but I wonder what the size of this John is.
The monsterous space which he occupies should get him a hospital placement.
The doctor is saying shit like, “to deal with this WEIGHT you’ve got to be PATIENT.”
And he ain’t talkin’ bout WAITIN’, this ain’t a swimmin’ class;
Still I’m sure he’s put thought into base ones.
He’ll need to be in water for the proper evasion
Required after his comedy statements. You see, he’s the shape of a beluga and leaves his audience wailin’.

Enough regarding his personal life, I’m not part of that shitty mess.
But on stage, no one thinks he’s sharp or is hardly a bit impressed.
In deed he’s very dull, thas why I was in a sarcastic block of Africa last time I heard: “I’M STARVING! UH! ITS THE BEST!”
He came from a great-depression level poor little fam’ly.
He ate cats for dinner, and their skins he wore as his jammies.
My acts so fucking fire, I perform at the Grammys.
His acts leave you glum as a funeral, so he performed at his grammy’s.
That’s the difference, he’s too wack, no way is he deservin’ of credit.
Show up at his own place, gonna burn him no question.
“Punch pin’ in this pad”— it’s not a purchase with debit.