Idle Threats

(rap poem)

 

I don’t mean to brag, but I could totally waste your face

if I wasn’t stuck in this restrictive back-brace.

 

Respect me or I will kick your ass back into the past

so don’t bring no trouble here till I get out of my leg cast.

 

Flip-flopper ill somersault right into ya mean

except that last week I double-twerked my spleen.

 

I can bring it old school with a kick to your nose

but last time I missed and broke four of my toes.

 

 

 

 

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