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You Mad Bro?
(A Walter’s Alter Ego…
Wally shut the fuck up
I need to get this off my chest
He’s the kind of guy to hurl insults at anyone who disagrees with him
But gets butt hurt when he can’t nut a good squirt of verse in a whim
He calls other dudes pussies acting all tough tryin’ to start beef
And yet when he recites a rhyme it just sounds like a queef
Then he’s gon’ talk about his glock saying he’ll spray fools who step on his block
But when shit gets real, this tool pulls up his pants and begins to briskly walk
It hits different when bullets whiz by faster than when he spread them rumors
But this guy is the kind of guy who gets scared leaving skidmarks on his bloomers
He runs his mouth like a louse ‘cause the liar is chasing fame
All this gaslighting now has his house on fire and it’s lame
He’s got loose bars stools and turds speaking like he’s the GOAT
But I’ll get lyrical and biblical and sacrifice him by cutting off the throat
This choke artist thinks he’s woke because his words provoke
But the bloke is a joke when his eyes tear up in the smoke
He says “watch the waters” like we’re goin’ to witness a magical trick
All the while his lips are sucking on slick political dick
He’s the kind of guy who will flip the middle finger from far away
But ask him to go on a mission and he’ll respond with “nah, I’m a stay”
He acts hard but would date a woman who will greet you with namaste
But at night this chick will strap on and mount him for some ass play
He says he can rhyme and spit but everytime it sounds like shit
And the worst part of all this is…he doesn’t know when to quit
We’re sick and tired of this fuckin’ haywire of lies and hallucinations
A lot of us just don’t want to see this kind of verbal masturbation
So before I’m out this bitch I say to this QAnon
Fuck you…and the horse you rode in on
Wally, back to you.
Wally shut the fuck up
I need to get this off my chest
He’s the kind of guy to hurl insults at anyone who disagrees with him
But gets butt hurt when he can’t nut a good squirt of verse in a whim
He calls other dudes pussies acting all tough tryin’ to start beef
And yet when he recites a rhyme it just sounds like a queef
Then he’s gon’ talk about his glock saying he’ll spray fools who step on his block
But when shit gets real, this tool pulls up his pants and begins to briskly walk
It hits different when bullets whiz by faster than when he spread them rumors
But this guy is the kind of guy who gets scared leaving skidmarks on his bloomers
He runs his mouth like a louse ‘cause the liar is chasing fame
All this gaslighting now has his house on fire and it’s lame
He’s got loose bars stools and turds speaking like he’s the GOAT
But I’ll get lyrical and biblical and sacrifice him by cutting off the throat
This choke artist thinks he’s woke because his words provoke
But the bloke is a joke when his eyes tear up in the smoke
He says “watch the waters” like we’re goin’ to witness a magical trick
All the while his lips are sucking on slick political dick
He’s the kind of guy who will flip the middle finger from far away
But ask him to go on a mission and he’ll respond with “nah, I’m a stay”
He acts hard but would date a woman who will greet you with namaste
But at night this chick will strap on and mount him for some ass play
He says he can rhyme and spit but everytime it sounds like shit
And the worst part of all this is…he doesn’t know when to quit
We’re sick and tired of this fuckin’ haywire of lies and hallucinations
A lot of us just don’t want to see this kind of verbal masturbation
So before I’m out this bitch I say to this QAnon
Fuck you…and the horse you rode in on
Wally, back to you.
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