This is poetry
These n!ggas wanna battle me
When I get through with you
You gone wanna kill me
Like pain
You’re gonna feel me
From the page to the stage
The crowd is snappin loud
Deep in the city underground
Flip a coin the battles on
Heads you spit first
Bars and verse
Call the doctor the poets sick
Spittin fumes like sperm
From a d!ck
You’re chopped and screwed
Like a trick
Charge it to the game
Not me
I pay cash for everything
I’m not here to make a scene
I need honey mustard for these wings
Turn the lights down low
It’s time for me to flow
When I’m through
I’ll hand the mic to you
Now watch your attitude
Careful not to be rude
Don’t call me out my name
You don’t want me to spit these flames
I got good aim
I’ll leave you praying for rain
Gaspin for air
Damn it’s hot in here
Don’t disrobe
Glove up
It’s time
To thow
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