Cuckoo Clock

Rawr.

They call me a nightmare,
Out of the dragon's lair,
I come out with the dragon's head,
Death for what the dragon said-
Said I couldn't spit fire hotter than him,
I mastered him,
Showed him how I bend realities;
and then bent his neck!
Snapped, like a Popsicle stick.
Still sicker than any psycho who could stop your breath,
Stay fresh without deodorant-
Even with dirty intents to rape your innocence!
Slapping ho's like a pimp,
Grilling these small shrimp for trying to mimic my pivot,
They crash and burn,
They need to go to hip hop 101 and relearn-
The basics.
They can't stand adjacent,
I cut em like Jason,
They pruned up like raisins,
While I'm epically blazing.
Roofs on fire,
Tell your CEO on the top to retire-
Because I'm making the whole business expire.
Why? Cause I'm killing them like a hitman for hire!
Idiots lay stiffer than boards,
After my wordplay cuts em like samurai swords.
I'm a hoard of angry protesters,
That'll stomp through your police,
Of course I've gone insane!
I don't get no sleep-
I stay focused on the prize,
With eyes wide...
And if I don't get what I want,
Prepare for lyrical homicide!
Put them in ICU,
After I do what I do-
This is my time and the clocks going cuckoo!
So you bird brain mother f*ckers need to get it straight-
Like your sexual preference, consider yourself having a mandate!
Underestimating me is a mistake!
And f*ck "Fate",
I wish that word was personified,
SO I COULD SPIT IN HER W***E-FACE.

Reviews

[Rose Tyler]

This poem actually sounded more like a rap the way it flows. But it's very nice, to say the least.
Keep up the good work.