Poem 6

Check what the muthafuckin’ record just said, man.

Slip to the books chump, betta find another can.

Killin’ muthafuckas just tryin’ a throw a juice, man?

Spreadin’ to the head blast, record for the devils’ can.

Kiss, cut, cry, kill; muthafuckin’ bullet fill.

Dabble death, trigger will, betta shot, betta kill.

Muthafuckin’ asshole, betta chill the fuck show.

Never know the time of day, bullet finds its own way.

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