Check it,
I don’t need a beat for this shit
Yo imma go Acappella

Yeah,
I aint here for your pleasure
I aint here to poetically amuse you
I don’t write for you
My pen doesn’t leak so you can criticize
The way I live my life
I don’t live by the rules
Cause baby, rules were meant
To be broken

Im a rebel at heart
I don’t follow the in crowd
I aint no fucking lemming that will
Say how high when you
Say jump
This aint no game to me
I don’t need the fifteen minutes of fame
Cause it’s a shame
How some people let it get inside
Of their heads
Blowing their ego
Sky high

There are so many fake faces hiding
Behind masks of words
Blinding your eyes with fancy
Lingo stole from Webster
You think you’re clever because you can scribble
A couple lines between blue
Lines of paper?


I aint here to amuse you
I write because my pen yearns to
Spill massive inkasm’s
All over my notebook page
Skeeting black ink
Staining the mentals of unsuspecting readers
With poison
Go ahead and lick my bic
What does it taste like?
It’s magically delicious
Bitch

Do I confuse you?
Are you less amused by my
Spoken words?
Cant handle the reality packed
Between my stanzas?
Well that’s just too fucking bad
Aint it?

Ey,
Fucka rhyme cause I got the
Fucking rhythm
Permeating through these pages
Stimulating your membranes
To the silent beat
Of my ink’s skeet

Im dangerous
Fuck all this other shit you talking bout
Go sucka dick bitch and
Eat shit
Cause I don’t give a fuck what
You think about me
I don’t need you
To approve of my poetry
And everything I do

So I wrote this fucking piece
To say fuck you
Cause Im not here for you’re
A.muse.ment