Day one, using my time to
conjure up rhymes for a dime
Sublime lyrical crimes
to keep you quiet like a mime while
I make some noise like a wind chime
And stab you with a rhythmic dagger coated in rime

Day two, still doing the same thing
People calling me king while I sing
or rather rapping my heart out
to the point I even scream and shout.
But that's what it's all about and if you don't think so,
I'll give you the benefit of the doubt and
suggest you get the f**k out

Day three, well I guess I shouldn't have swore
However, I did and I'll do it more
till my body is sore
Just kidding, before you come in, knock on the door
Still won't open it though, since I'm rotten to the core
Haven't I told you this before?