The hottest pen to touch blue lines
The hottest bitch that spit ill rhymes
The hottest shit that fucks with minds
I could give two fucks if y’all brains can’t fathom mine….

I calculate the speed at which lyrics bombard ears when they enter them
So I can pen them fast enough to throw the reader off their equilibrium
My saliva is flammable so when the enamel in my teeth clash
My stanzas are sure to hit your irises like a hot flash
So excuse me if my shit ain’t always a Britannica mass
Intellectual Vernacular that most can’t fathom? Nah I’ll pass
That’s just me lyrically


Like a Match with alcohol
I spit that real out like a fire ball
My free verse is like my cell structure independent atomically
I communicate with those in the struggle telepathically
So although my diction isn’t correct grammatically
I’m a pro at verbs proverbial word whore emphatically
Yet I still don’t give a rats ass about poignant diction
Nor what keeping a dictionary close after every verse
Has to do with points and popularity so must be something I’m missing
I’m still me

Using a thesis
To break down each one of your pieces
I almost choke every time I have to google a four word quote
Just to find out it was some simple shit remixed to baffle
I got to pick and choose what I comprehend in this poetic raffle
And while I highly respect the poets with spectacular vocabulary
Y’all a cross between Edgar allen Poe and Constantine P. Cavafy
I’m a cross between a lit match and a canister of Gasoline
My bars like yo step momma hella mean
I’m just me…

They say I’m too hood and too ghetto
And all I do is spew venom when I let my pen go
I’m a product of y’all creation
I get more love when I drop that Hateration
When I spit that spoken word
Fully equipped with conjugated verbs
My shit ain’t read or heard
See I peep the game miss pro ain’t new to this
I speak in lamen terms and deemed ludicrous
See y’all pen Webster’s so of course it’s unlike mines
See my pieces don’t have to talk they just like mimes
I never talk about whose vocab is the thickest
I’m too concerned with whose rhymes are the sickest
Cuz I’m me


I don’t pop lock to the top spot
Don’t wait till midnight to make a drop
Could care less about articulating non stop
But guess what a bitch still hot
And still fucking me…

So y’all can take y’all enclo and pedia that shit up y’all monkey ass
Cuz my flow like a blunt so puff puff and pass
lay off some of yall wanna be’s from biting my shit
Go back to y’all day jobs sucking that intellectual dick
Easy……

To be continued… Miss Pro Is A lyricist above all else… free style to follow

Conforming is normal and i'm a little deranged so FUCK YO STRUCTURE!