Spit
Friday, December 4th, 2009Mr. Poetic Assasin if you
A killer than I’m askin
To die
Step up and kill me
On this rhyme
I know you got some
Similes in your locked fit
Acting like I didn’t see them
Metaphors in your pocket
Let’s blow up some shit
Lets exterminate these
Linguistically challenged fools
And lets make it quick
Pass me the ballpoint
I keep a note pad
cuz that‘s what I‘m wit,
And when I’m done here
Put up a blog, assassinate my
verse and spit.
ASCAP 09