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No More Internet Forum Fakking |
You can't undo me, no poison me with your Zehir-mouth cos I’m Turkish-knot grief-shot, no syphon-suk my creativity on the forum-fak and me no write fiction like slow hack cos me think fast, write snap snap, wid no more nightmare vision weep me bees post-traumatic writing fanatic and outcast in a towerblock with a flotsam wreckage of rhythmic-styptic, a mystic, mythic, I bees a side-stepping skepetic-atic with a passion for anti-limerick so when I tag the wall at the end of the alley u cant imitate my ghetto rap stylee, u go tag my tag with hackneyed words and I no waste power on verbal cowards, cos to my mystery image eternal I remain faithful so I can piss in the lift on my way to the top but u try tippy-tip-toe to ma face and I put a cap in yo ass and a cap in yo clok, me creative chokablok, and bees no more ego-trip over-praise or rhyming latin and petty backstabbing forum-chatting cos I’m real world skit-skatting from the south London ghetto block and the virtual world forum-fak can double lock.
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Sophie
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