Waffling Thug Poets
Today im Deeper than a coffin and i aint even die' yet
Told a hundred puns and i aint even rhymed yet
Wrote my verse in parody watch you page worms digest
Got the sickest burns yet but you will deny it
Lines full of, uh.... cried eyes bloody read wit ya
Gold ink on pocket full of dead poets
Smoked some bitch? What the fuck you hatin on?
I know it's a virtue but makin sense is gone..
Get conversation on... it will be a vacant home...
What you want a quickie poem? okay I won't takey long
It's half something like Moses part the sea
Count sylables we love writing we love ink
Met this one poet told her my name is Jessi
She kept calling me EW
My poems bloody bad so she prolly think I'm evil
Truly it's the kids tho 10 kids don't let me think, tho
Light my fire and I write slow
See ink flo must be from that pink, tho
Not shining ya just like my poem forms tho
Blunt siamese one by me based on you bro
The thought police got me feeling like it's legal...
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