I Am the Comissionare
I'm coming for you bitches
hitting you with my poetry
sending you to the mental
hospital needing brain stitches.
Ima make you fall apart you
thought I was finished honey I
didn't even start. You might be
pretty but your not smart.
Don't be sleeping on me , cause
when I blow up ill have your
man on my Instagram silently
creeping . This is reality no
your not dreaming . You think
I'm ghost I'm just quietly
scheming . But check it start
peeping you thought I wouldn't
make it I get 100 likes fully
clothed you get 25 likes being
completely naked. When they
say my name you get this eerie
feeling and you can't shake it .
I'm always on your mental . It's
eating you inside it's
detrimental . Your my guinea
pig it's experimental . I know
I'm doing good when I see you
mad it's so sad your words are
bad and your hooks are kind of
like the worst sex I've ever
had. Even your man thinks
your whack I know this cause
he tells me you found out and
had a heart attack . But chill
out I don't need him to bad you
got traded for a girl who looks
like she just came out of
maxim. Karmas a ***** and
she's playing on my side . You
can drop the mic exit stage left
for your career has died. It's
funny cause you never even
dropped you were to
underdeveloped . My Facebook
you stalked my twitter you
followed your like a kiddie pool
super shallow . I hope you say
back and took notes this is
probably the best poem I've
ever wrote . If you need to
press rewind on the remote .
Don't go back up selling coke if
you get caught its murder she
wrote I think I'm finally done
dissing you becoming one of
my poems is your worst
nightmare you'll be a citizen
while I am the comissionaire .
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