I Write Poetry

"My flow's smooth as syrup, but thoughts come slower than molasses/I wanna bring something sweet but I don't treat fans like the rest of the masses/I'll give you something to chew on/leave the beef for the jerk he's/wanting disputes let him stew on/I stirred him up with a smirk he/dared to assault a seasoned veteran, so I brought the heat, left him red and peppered him/thought surely that's the end of him/bringing word salad like a schizophrenic/each verse invalid and disconnected/like a thousand islands/so pathetic. So let me start the dressing down/he'll be throttled tight as a squeeze bottle/in a fight I don't mess around..."