Rap, rap
my knuckles ball a fist,
Tap, tap
my feet rummages a twist,
moan and shudder
Shhhh don't yet wail;
You kissed too many of 'em Babe
messed with the wrong Dame,
Lemme gurgle off the throat
spit out the knotted chokes,
a deep exhale and its time
to shut up those fucking lips of yours;
A swift uppercut
a sharp crack
Bam! the damn thing snaps,
I lick 'em blood
off my wrist,
puff few smokes
whack a stack,
gulp up Absolut shots
with my tongue
in salt and lime and
run a rhyme of words. - Misty Sierra
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