Yo yo
First poem about Eliot York
(I have no idea if this will work)
His poems so fresh make a young thot
Wanna twerk

Ya ya
Keeping it real
Ya'll noe da deal
Up in here we poets be serious
Nuff to ****
But not our leader Eliot
Or else he'd spill
Ink all over our digital pads of paper

WORD TO YOUR MOTHER

Aye Aye
Last verse of the day
I'll push everyone out of my way
Expect Eliot, he's the king of poe-it-tree
An excellent expert
Take it from me

WORD OUT