Don't Diss That Man
I'm supposed to be the man,
That never hits others with his hand,
But there is a thin line you don't cross and you just crossed it,
It was all ok until he spit shit about my dad and I just lost it,
You can talk about me and that is all fine,
You bring my dad into it and I'll make you shine,
With a shade of crimson red,
Blood is what I want you to shed,
I want to be peaceful but I just can't,
So I'm going to squash you like an ant,
See I can't hold it in now,
But I need to some way or how,
I have never done shit to you,
And see what you must do?
Don't fuck with my shoelace,
And get up out of my face,
Dogg if you only knew,
How much I hated you,
You wouldn't temp me to beat your ass,
Next time I don't think I will be able to pass,
Even though this battle is won I feel I lost it,
I didn't beat his ass I'm not even exhausted,
Surely this is not your intentions no not at all,
I know you don't want everyone to see you fall,
Now it would've been respectful to not run your mouth,
And diss some new kid you didn't know shit about,
Now he keeps dissing my dad the one who saved my life,
And then has the guts to spit about my mom, my father's wife,
And then you try to steal my shit you fucking thief,
But I try to sit back while I just grit my damn teeth,
You have a grudge with me for absolutely nothin',
I won't beat your ass but leave my dad out of it then.
Poetry by Justin
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Written on 2006-02-11 at 05:20
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