Poetry

Bow Down To My Intellect

Bow.Down.To.My.Intellect

Come on, do it. Get as low as you can get

I cant keep my intellect in check

My intellect is here to wreck a fool

Don’t let me find out more things about you

Kuz when I inspect a fool I take his ass to school

My greatest tool is my intellect, what’s yours ?

If you’re uncreative my intellects got the cure

My intellect is pure

Like a tour of the Vatican – NOT

I got the mind of a genius mime

And my wit is quicker than a muthafukin Vine

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