Welcome To The Party Poem by Marcquiese Burrell

Got no facts, watch, how a pro tap dance
come for your head in this game of chance
I'll have you know, I'm just too far advanced
I shoot to kill because of circumstance
if you running track then we can go
can't ever keep up with me though
You don't have to like me ho
but you're gonna know your role
i'm so petty it's licensed like it's Getty
drive you like a chevy
run you out of gas, down like four flats
oh yeah, I did that
on some real, you going be mad
You didn't know, I'm M.Jackson bad
Play with them like a cat
smack them round until they're dead
Ain't hungry, already full
boredom does that to you though
ain't it's how it always go?