I bar the cocky carbon copy pompous pricks,
Stomp with scripts locked the gift spits hit like boxers fists,
watch them split work the jaw step words hurt you more,
than your girl lifting up her skirt to whore serving calls,
up in her cervix raw who want to start a word smith war,
were nerd kids fall served with all perfect form earn this score,
burn with thoughts intrusive stopping your lies,
pads used for jotting the rhymes and to plot your demise,
the fox is on time scurry down your rabbit hole vocal slaughter,
writers block a hopeful author say goodbye to social order,
locals ought to pay attention flames are weapons may i mention,
i don't play your tension save the guessing for your gay convention,
slaying peasants is a daily blessing never start with me,
clever heart to see flow like a severed artery,
verbal dead and archery your lines like silent numbers,
hard to find with text switch nightmares to violent slumbers