i'll be that

feeble vernacular flows
debilated by your idaho's
tell me that
despite your prose
in meager tones
you sound like
screaming threw a window
closed

*muted tones*

i can't hear you...

the people don't feel you
i know you a white dude
but you lookin kinda see thru
wonder why you unsigned
maybe it's your weakened spine
or your weekend warrior mind
the latter of success is to steep
a climb, so i suggest you resign

purple people eaters
i'll be that
weak emcee eaters
i'll be that
poor pitched prose
your rhyme flow blows
i ain't even sign up
for this battle but
my deliberate flows
have bloodied your nose

here's a tissue

see me in the next round
i won't miss you

and don't get it twisted
i haven't even begun to diss you
my tounge a double edged sword
it cuts like ginsu
and you just happen to be my fare
think about your rhymes carefully
you better be aware
because you've met your match here

do.not.respond.
anthology inbox me when i
can carry ooooon.

--
I never pretended to be anything I
wasn't, the author of fine, honest --
if often vulgar -- prose...