I'll admit that was clever, now pass that mic,
But I bet I can do better than that from last night,
I keep the fire going forever when I rhyme,
Whatever the weather I keep flowing with lines,
Explaining my thoughts, there's no debating,
That you're the underdog that should be spectating,
Cause while I'm here making breathtaking
Rhymes, you're sat taking breaths, waiting,
For the opportunity to finally say ****,
You forget what you were even saying,
Meaning the whole crowd's praying
For you to can it, they're anticipating
The day someone starts snapping and spraying
Rounds all over the place,
Hoping one hits you in the face,
Or you trip over your shoelace
In the panic, covering the floor in your blood stains.
Shall I explain?
What I was tryna say,
Was that monsters in my brain
Won't stop till your blood drains.
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