The Silence of the Lambs

The Silence of Lambs begrudged by The Lion & The Lamb, representing the Great I Am

Almost everything I write is a poetry slam

People ask me if I write poetry when I rhyme my sentences to them, embarrassingly

Most people don't like poetry that rhymes unless its in rap

I still have no fucking idea what you mean by no cap

Keep going, especially when no one will clap 

Subdue their crap 

They think & drink from the tap

They need a map

And they're still lost

You're already there, because you fought to be there, regardless of the misused cost

You will be heard for every misspoken word

You can't even take your own shit in thirds 

I told you to quit

I won't wipe your spit 

I'll cut your lip 

Slice your hip 

You'll wanna dip but you cant because I wear the pants and you can't still because I threw all your fucking paraphernalia out and you feel like you're sitting in red fire ants 

You murder plants

You murder everything you touch 

Its all way too much 

It isn't "such is life" 

You aint nobodys goddamn wife 

You're a fucking freak and an online prostitute

Danielle Brigolli, who is much like you, aka Bhad Bhabie, compared to you, is astute

She has cancer for how she got famous 

Your daughter died because you stalked me for almost 16 years now

You will fucking die, you notorious cunt, after every slaphead stunt, you will bear the brunt of this spiritual warfare 

You will end your life, while I become a multi millionaire 

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