Behind Bars Again

Check this out ya’ll - my rap sheet is clean,
It’s something like you’ve never seen,
I mean it’s in pristine condition - I think,
That’s until I spill a good deal of mean motherfucking ink.
Clean your screen and be ready for a scene,
My unrated theatrics are exaggerated hopped up on caffeine,
I’m behind bars again ready to make stars descend,
Then at the end you’ll say “Damn Wally, I give that pen a ten.”
Chill yo, I’m gonna kill slow so smile while I verbally slain,
The rap game is just rhymes framed but the crap gets fame,
Lyrics should make spirits lively at the words a poet has spoken,
But let me spit some livid flames leaving mouths wide open.
So close your mouth while I take aim,
To aurally tease and please with structures never heard before,
Shit’s hot right? So I came…
To make a name for myself and maybe one day my fame will soar.