Poet Destroyer Vs Gareth James - 2

Destroyer vs' Gareth # 2 Gareth oh Gareth. How have you been? I took a look at your last hit We both know your not gonna win Although you are good, I admit You have the honor to remove my gloves. They no longer fit After popping your zit of a poem This is not war, not a slam I'm just having fun knocking your wits Like an ANVIL drop from above I'll squash you Like a little bug. Your words don't hurt not one bit Running to mommy for a hug! As you know, if the shoe doesn't fit Why do you still wear them? About my pants. I want them back. I have to give them to my aunt. Who likes sticking her nose in your crack I am sorry about Mother Nature You both share the same bed We must have the same culture I agree her beauty is like sweet cinnamon bread. I fly over you like a vulture Waiting for you to drop dead Do you get the picture? Theirs no stop, till you crown my head. Your slams have been fractured Your true colors revealed as an amateur Due to the loss of memory in this poet game Now we both know who's the impostor Gareth I just tossed you in the flames At this time were acting immature You're like the friend I never found. This has been a great pleasure I'm not done putting the smack down It is almost time for my departure Here's my hand, get up from the ground. Finish your pedicure You're still on the rebound. Your poems now sit with a foreclosure sign Do to sissy punches on every round To: G.J. From: P.D (-: fun :-) Okay, Gareth are you up for round three.