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.
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