Pity Pot

I'm not on a pity pot
Using facebook as an emotional prop
Constantly posting that fictitious slop
Half that shit be lies so y'all to stop
I seen pass the ruse, I got an A in school
So I know the rules,
How to read in between the lines where the truth resides
See I'm no rapper just a cocky writer,
But this shit flow like I'm on the mic in spite of my title.
I can put you on some love shit and get you in the groove
Or I may come for ya neck depending on my mood
So when you see the wrinkles in my forehead it's my temper you need to sooth
I don't need big words to show I'm a literary genius
All that knows me is aware of my keenness
They know of my talent with words, I take ya mind on a learning curve, make ya spirit swerve
Have you typing up your resignation  
cause your imaginary position has no elevation
I stop it like a period at the end of a sentence
When you walk past me all you see is a lyrical menace
Have you shook, dropping ya books, scared to look down
You never know when Divva is around,
You never know what mode is she in, poet, photographer
Is she smiling or frowning, we need to know what's wrong with her
Oh Lawd she's quiet so she is dwelling,
I hope no one's face comes u p with a swelling
As she walks by you think damn what am I smelling, it's so compelling.
Oh those are my pheromones, titilating your nose, putting you in a zone
Woman so sexy, body getting right, career on the way, ego never overblown.
Y'all better stop playing and listen to what I am saying!