Hit Em' Up Poem by Marcquiese Burrell

Grab a tissue when you see me coming,
dial 911, I vandalized your feelings
you must have forgot about the game.
I ain't done, hoe, I'm just getting started
warming up like at rehearsals
gonna fire like a marshal
b***h, How you talking when your s**t is on a discount
and b*****s be a comedy, they looking like a joke
if you were real, you would take into account
who you fawking totals broke
Got no hotel he's a hoax
If he don't have the amount
when a bum meet a bum, it's quite the story
it's all the bloody gossip,
where you come out with no glory
see-sawing daily how about take your meds
Cause you seem a little off brain activity dead
You don't want it, no, you don't want it
but if you do, i'mma hannibal lector
dead the hoe call the funeral director
and i'm riding, i'mma thug, come see about me
what you ain't trynna do is see about me
cause you know there's no limit to what I would do
i'mma threat come for your neck
And I always come through