"don't be so confident"
so you brung your a game
cuz, i invented it
puttin down words that flow
but you ani't even spittin it
flashin fake number's
dude you anit hittin shit
you not impression no one
better off namin ya right had clit
if the gloves fits
ya dicks to small
you words are funny
not offensive at all
your standing on my game board
i'm milton Bradley
i'm gonna be the government
and repo ya words sadly
whats wrong now, you feel insulted
well i'll continue gladly
dogg ya face is messed up
you must be allergic to life
my words have already killed you
finish yourself off with dis knife
don't be so confident
your number must be infected
cause they never call
they take it from you
cause they feel sorry is all
like buyin a prom dress
just to stand outside the ball
your useless to me bra
against my law
try to be your self
not nobody else
but until then
like two fags in fleece's
at football game
r.i.p
(rest in piece's)
This is one of the best poems i have seen yet. I could really use these words for someone right now!! Keep up the good work!!
Mimi