Now,
Don't you tell me to chill.
Like the Beastie Boys I've
got a license to ill.
Over-confident for
insecurity's sake.
An ego so big
sudden drops could
cause a quake.
Now,
Shake-Sha-Shake
it up.
A poem so apathetic
it might give a ****
Wanting to rap; also
wanting to write --
don't mistake my words
for something tight.
Jun 18, 2017
Jun 18, 2017 at 8:09 PM UTC
Now,
Don't you tell me to chill.
Like the Beastie Boys I've
got a license to ill.
Over-confident for
insecurity's sake.
An ego so big
sudden drops could
cause a quake.
Now,
Shake-Sha-Shake
it up.
A poem so apathetic
it might give a ****
Wanting to rap; also
wanting to write --
don't mistake my words
for something tight.
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