I am Poet and dont even know it
take away yo weave glue
and all we see is napps and yo kitchen too
Naw, I don't like you
is what Im tryin to show you
You run yo motormouth
no respect for the Queen of the south
you let yo boys run 'D' trains
and s*ukkk all night to their muscles strain
now you doing some other strange thangs
Gurl whatcha got fo me other than a bag of hair fleas
I be who I am and you be who u tryin ta be
I am tough tough enuff
Float like a butterfly and sting like 13,000 beez
Im a Poet and don't even know it
I dont like you and baby I came here ta sho it
Now you from Chi-town
so I goots there we kick we stomp and we damn well pull hair
we help your hommies like a gangster partee
but you the only one left you little shitty shorty
Why I come back I still want a piece of you
I got sumpin fo that azz and a lot mo fo yo 'F ed up crew too
Roses are red red red you pee in the bed
blue blue u threw
yellow yellow Im a mellow kind of fellow
Black black get back
brown brown you a GD clown
white white you just anit quite right
Im a Poet and just dont
know it
but if you want me too I bet I damn well sho it
Who went Ham on who you hiding behind a dress all that make up and mess
lookin like a tranny tryin to get bang
shamone bxxtch let's do the damn thang
you betta slow yo fuckin roll I dont know but I might off this hoe
hoppin been round the block and back see how easy it is fo me to slap a hoe right back
to yo crew u threw runnin up if thats all yo can do
bet u gone know who fuckked ova you
This a Poem oh its meant ta do some harm
shut yo pie ho and cake ho too
you slippin biotch I see what ya azz been all thru
u into the world of diss'ness
close yo legs King Fish went out of bizz'ness
stank light-skin bumps and herpes too
you got AIDS runnin from yo ass too?
You anit a bad bxxtch for real I own and design the name brand called the KILL
you Asian you K-coochie how u spell that bxxtch name Karreuche
she cant keep TeamBreezy the biotch too damn easy