Yo my flow like frocets
No pen or pad toss it
Off mind no stop, rewind or pauses
Cotious I spit so sick it makes u notious
I kill you before you get a chance like abortions
Often your beneath me like coffins
Portions of skill leave you hopeless
You claim your a headache nigga I'm your motrin
Scorpion, my words deliver a deadly sting
Wasn't born in November but still got venemous spit
Posioning the paper with my thoughts
Leaving my sick mind frame questioning your thoughts
I'm a all star athlete but the pen is my sport
MVP of this poetry notice me noticing how I write so flawlessly
This poetry is all of me so I'm taking it home
Like a bullet in the chamber I'm exploding my words in your dome
Your words come up short I'm calling you gnome
I'm far from the greatest but reala then most
I see threw wanna be's like ghosts
I already won so I celebrate my victory with a toast
This ain't a hoax I'm a beast and food for my mind is beats
So my brain obeased eating up every track I meet
And thruths of my struggles and hustles is all I speak
Don't got time to talk about dumb shit
I run shit cause rymes is all I ever think
I lift the pen and only drop it when It run out of ink