Rhyme Spree (Poem)

My trigger finger swollen
I’m jonezin

I got my mind made up
and my money on my own plan

Now who’s holdin?

I got no nac for these jiggaz who don’t get it til the aftermath

I throw my head out in the wind
And I set it on em back to back

Raise HELL til the morn
Better get it while the gettin’s on

Bed time for the bigots
Need a bigger catacomb for them

I go all in on a rhyme spree
Taking out my time to plan

When I pull up on your party
Got a pickup full of body bags

I coulda bit my tongue
But that’s more than I could ever chew

Now my trigger finger swollen
And the birds of prey are pecking at you

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