Poe's Strategy Poem by Steve Furrier

Like necrozma i be ghosting everybody on the text,
Examine your lines, like i am inspector rex,
This is free for y'all, no global tax,
Never criticize me, that's my first lex,
My first law, leave y'all jaws on the floor,
This lyrical horror, leaves y'all in gore,
Like Jack the ripper, the murderer,
A serial killer from the Victorian era,
And y'all have no evidence who is me,
Joking with y'all like I am Carter-Jimmy,
Like Poe's orangutan pushing y'all in the chimney,
A reference to 'the murders in the rou morgue,
Stealing y'all brain, like a perv steals thongs,
Smoking on the competition, like a blunt, or a bong,
Cause in this lyrical game i am the King: Kong,
Serving y'all like tennis, or ping-pong,
Y'all know my lyrics forever be dope,
Tying rhymes together, like a lyrical rope,
Tying up my lines, trying out the dice,
Gambling with all the earth's life,
Like i am an addicted decvil,
Down in hell, but high up in level,
Trying to achieve an unusual rebel
For the equality, cause my strategy is quality