Disturbing Your Peace (Ii) Poem by Marcquiese Burrell

Disturbing Your Peace (Ii)



your mouth won't stop, you bout to get hit
what you saying hoe, keep talking your ish
you ain't bad, it's about to get ratchet
I gets crazy, yeah, i'm talking strait-jacket
who I be? beech, you gonna find out
what was the shhh leaving your mouth?
Cause this was a game you played on your own
where's all that mouth now that you're alone?

Bell ring, I Swing, TKO
I Eighty-sixed that hoe
fierce talk, fierce walk, big ego
pretend all you want we ain't amigos
this beech bad them other beeches basic
retire the act you's a lame just face it
beeches all talk, really they afraid
imma problem child, angry tirade
nine eleven, attack, I'll terrorize ya
out for the count, CPR can't revive ya

Now this bumboclot thinking that he's worthy
I won't show no mercy, cause this hoe too thirsty
please lose some weight cause you looking kind of heavy
You been rejected, get no affection, now you acting petty
i'm your friend, until the end, childs play
death becomes you, this is what i'm gone do
hannibal lecter, 'cut off your face'
what the fuhh I look like? man, I don't even want you
Bow down, beech, better stay in your place
these motherfuhners lie got a headache need an aspirin
you a queen, playing a role, cuz you thinkin u masculine

Wednesday, May 28, 2014
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