Poetry

Yo. Check Me Out.

Come get a taste of these streets
When I put the heat to your sweet ass
Beef. I knock out teeth so you cannot chew meat
You weak. I’m strong like a heap of muscles
Don’t tussle with me. I’ll bring the trouble
Look through the window and watch you sleep

Speak my name. That is like promoting self-shame. I never had the patience for a lame.

I’ll smack a dude to death wth a roll of Christmas gift wrap

And tell the Exorcist to bring em back

I smoke crack out of an asscrack
I mean asshole
I use the asshole for weed, put a lighter to it like a bowl

I go to my room for a stroll yeah I do that

I walked into Apollo with pink shoes and a blue hat

Yeah I do that

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