Aggressive Poetry

I’m gonna pass out I’m gonna black out Any minute in the back yard My backs scared My wallets filled with maxed cards My phones got all my last words But it ain’t the end Gotta write it down When it comes around So if I’m not allowed to sound off at the fuckin' mouth Like every other under dog in the under ground I’m gonna let it out the only way that I know how With a kaplow! Oh wow, no sound, full round Even if you cut my tongue out The sharpest blade is still my mouth So why the f*ck I do mess with pounds of beef I’m tryna return it, but I never got a receipt I’m fuckin' deceased. You mother fuckers fell for the lies and deceit I’ll never sleep, I’ll walk 'til my feet start to bleed I’m like a bottle full, and I gotta release But at the end of the day there’s different colors we see Yeah, yeah. Stupid punk, you will never be me Like magic, if you ask it, then I have it But poof, you got a prove that you a savage I don’t f*ck with liars, or the cheaters, or the stealers, or the beaters I still touch down in the feelings The real shit, for real bitch I wouldn’t kill this if didn't feel the illest, from these pills, so I ain’t even refill the script Now I’m on some hero shit Got a cape, got a bank, but I’m still a big fat zero bitch I don’t get baked I get crispy My face spits because I'm lispy I speak in ADHD, I can take the heat, turn off the AC I make this shit so wavy even your microwaves wanna play me I am really trying to enjoy my time I am really sorry I ain’t ink joy no rhymes I been getting back to makin' those dimes On owed time, burn out, got a slower mind Gotta hold it back r-r-rewind Broke my old back, tied it with a belt strap Held myself together for a minute Now I’m ready to bounce back You could call it a health stat But I’m saying to hell with that As long as I am walkin’ and breathing And gettin’ my lunch break I call that, havin’ all that Remember runnin’ down the halls at AHS with a giant ball sack Told a teacher to go f*ck themselves Like who the f*ck you think you talking to I got a fuckin’ apology And now I’m a prodigy You can take what you thought of me And keep it inside your esophagus I’m tryna get to Metropolis I’m tryna get up on top of shit Even though I’m still the boss of shit I feel like I’m losin’ my touch a bit Used to clutch the shit Used to rush that shit Never lack in the quality I got the tallest tree Even though you’re all a couple years ahead of me I got an open mind while you’re all asleep Call this shit aggressive it ain’t even that impressive I don’t like impressions 'Cause I know I got some imperfections But shit we don’t see the same reflection I’m part of my own collection Get out of my fuckin' section I’ve got my own line And that’s something that I’ve mentioned Also got my own crown and it fits the same You’ll never see it, but just have the faith Put it in my name, in the words I say There’s no extra space, to fabricate I don’t ask for fake, I just attract it Like a plastic magnet