PB&J @Skull

I've heard the splurge of

Verse and terms, dripping from,

Pens unlearned,

Vain attempts to take the crown,

But itʼs time for me to take you down.

So brace yourself and stretch a bit,

Cause my pens thicker

Than Dino dick,

I've got a heavy shot of ink to spill,

Blast your face with poetic facials,

Itʼs time for me to reach the top

With this little money shot,

With that I'll start to make my move,

If you're still standing,

Prepare to lose…..

3…

2…

1….

the suffocation of your degradation

will last beyond the generations

and the history of humanity

will reference you as badly beat,

bitchslapped, in half, ink-whipped,

mind-tripped, left for dead

and filled with dread, the time you stepped

to a sharper pen,

my victory isnʼt your penalty,

not done until your family leaves,

from shame of sharing genetic similarities

that bore such public mockery,

but I have mercy for the dirty

and unworthy and you're hurting,

and the hope in you is blurring

into ashes of my burning,

falling down in lines of wrath

on your face, feel the splat,

better wash, tell your mommy,

maybe she will rub your tummy,

maybe she will make it better,

but I doubt she can handle

all the horrors of my letters,

so I leave you in the ditches,

full of stitches saying “what if,”

but you'll say it far too late

after I have sealed your fate.

and when you think itʼs safe

the skull-fuck that I make

will then become your name.