My baby Pro say Ace put on yo leash
You scarrin’ these ppl they think you a beast
Ima beast? No Ima dawg, better yet a bitch to be more spec-ific
& Pro be my evil ass pitt, but unlike most we don’t bite we spit
& I’m vicious enough to be fought by Vick
They say my enemies got bladder problems bc I always got ‘em pissed

& Bitch I contradict the bible say thou shall not hate
I live a life of sin wake after wake
I put haters in black suits with sand roofs the moment I step to the booth
Step to the mic if you so dare; WARNING
My pen flow gives Freddy Crooger nightmares
Princess Ace I’m poetry’s heir, no I mean I’m poetry’s air
Bc poetry cant breathe w/o me
Damn let me speak before poetry trades places with wezzy and feels like dying

And if you ever picture poetry w/o me yo photo must be crop’d
Ima geometric outcast I think outside the box
Poetry my bust it baby we plant more seeds than watermelon fens
Turnin advocates to adversaries mind frame of Lucifer while blastin HAIL MARRY!
I reap what I sew therefore I am the grim reaper
I sew what I reap therefore my threads be soul seekers

I rock my A-town fitted NY style
At birth I was a yellow-bellied infant, but now I’m the golden child
& my skills so ill they call my feverish verses west nile

Ooh Ace so cocky
My murderous lyrics so violent parents plz block me
Equipment managers most wanted bc of my feisty mouthpiece

I got these poetry groupies fallin like A. Keys
But when it comes to love I don’t trip, I just crip
My flag the color of blood before it reaches the lungs
I’m Mizunderstood bitch aka the black dress provider to my adversaries’ moms
I’m deaf to weak lyrics I say huh brah??
While I’m mixin’ and dishin’ more hot shit than Starbucks
Yo poetry reminds me of Superhead…damn yo shit suck

Ima closet nerd but my baby so hood
Ain’t nobody pass me the mic I snatched it from Prohood
Cuz she had the crowd cold and bitter
I lick venom off her neck so you know we both some spitters