Hell breaks in my shell
A storm brews in my gut
So I implode to explode
Can you face my coming?
Cos the fire within these balls
Have been stroked and stoked,
Yes, this canon has been poked
And now it chokes, belching smoke,
Burning blokes who are but jokes.
The she they bring is a word,
Asking me if I be a rapper.?
Why wrap her, when I can rape her,
Why smite word, why not slay her?
Cos I aint no Wordsmith but Wordslayer.
You brag here and bring iniquity there
I tread the paths of bragganiquity.
Note: My dear friends, you see what a hot plate of spaghetti
and an iced bottle of Coke can do on a Sunday afternoon.
#Itayaformyself.
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