A.E. Rivenbark Poet I do not know?

Seeing Red

If you keep spitting lines
Gonna need a katana to cut through
All of your dropping du bovines
You wipe me off of your shoe
While I measure you up
For your funeral fashion debut
Upon my fist you shall sup
Come on read me the signs
Can't keep breaking them in two
Your lack berry whines
Shall loose your teeth a few

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I was in a bad mood so I took a few minutes to spit this out. Enjoy

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David Williams May 18, 2014 at 6:03 AM A.E. I like this a lot, though I think rhyme is the wrong label it is more of a rap, being spat out fiercely ...well done...David A.E. Rivenbark May 18, 2014 at 6:32 AM Ah thank you, didn't see it as an option in form, and I'm always experimenting with it. Much appreciated. :D