To The Rapist

You can pull my teeth but please don’t mess with my lady

Hit you so hard it'll affect your unborn baby

Of the top I'm sending shots to you from babolyn

Two lefts don't make a right but try now when I add this wrong

I don’t play when it comes down to family. Dig me

If I see you out your present tense will be history

Past that. Mask up and blast that

Make eye contact when your heartbeat goes flat

And that’s to show I really meant it. It wasn’t a split decision

Perfect vision in my mission when the revolvers' spinning

Unload. no safety. Extra mag for my 223

40 rounds in your head before I let you get to me

You fake. Soft. And top you're a coward

Picking on the ladies cause you feel you're in power

you're foolish son they taught you better than that

If I was your parents ill put you across my lap

Unlimited swings to the rear region because you're being

A pain in the crotch with some major bleeding

We can. Never be cool. In anyway you shape this

Xlake-lity xlack xlack aka the rapist

This poem is about: 
Me
My family
My community
My country
Our world

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