Way I Am Poem by Kris Mercer

Hi my name is kris,

an my raps are depressing,

I started raping ever since my heart started suppressing.

My raps are not for the weak,

so watch what you say before you speak.

My lyrical venom will rush through you like a ball of turbulence.

Before you battle me,

you better call an ambulance.

What? , can’t handle all this disturbance?

Then you cannot compete with my corrupted mind,

you don’t have the caliber that matches up to mine.

Don’t shoot unless you wanna get shot back.

I be bring’n my 2 pack. You know what they double the pleasure double the fun,

but this time its a crome sheer ice mint gun.