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...