Sinister Sins of Poetry

      “I’m considered by many as half man and half motherfucka
So to you sensitive ass bitches both sides will never love ya’,
      “On that starting line so to the disrespectful fucka I’m going in first
Putting in the work so bruh-bruh prepare for the hurt,

      “Not only do I have one middle finger, but I have two
No explanation-you know what the sign language translates too,
      “So it’s on a motherfucka if they wanna catch a double disrespect
If not take your medicine and go get some uncomfortable rest,    

      “I send motherfuckas to bed screw faced and pissed
Call it a personalized nightmare of an unwanted gift,
      “A sight for sore eyes better known as the CS freak show
Now you walking around emotionally confused like a fresh fucked ho’,

      “The shit I’m speaking is on steroids amplified with road rage
If a motherfucka can’t handle then I suggest they turn the page,
      “Not only am I taking eyes and hands, but also the tongue
For those ignorant enough to step up and try to get some,

      “Like a sandcastle they will crumble, because I’m the killer wave
Or that destructive Florida hurricane which can last for days,
      “The same destruction when I get mad deep in a freaks pussy
The instant I pull out her dick hungry ass already miss me,

      “Now while she squeeze douche in the pussy and make it circulate
I’ll leave her to that nutted-out fate for my liquid love to escape,
      “Pussy mayhem leads to mental mutilation for the female fool
Because like the other side of the pillow I’ll always stay cool,

      “Through the wasteland of life I’m always wearing my radiation suit
Because the hounds of hell are always in pursuit,
      “But the fucked up part my shit already had a rip
So from the moment of birth I was in a cancerous world of shit,

      “The bullshit of life is always trying to take me hostage
Keep the duct tape on the shelf, because I’m not the one bitch,
      “Trying to prison ass fuck me every which way
All day and every day, because my sinister sins of poetry are on display”.