Slamin the Poet Destroyer
Hey P.D.
You think you can compete with me
But you can’t take the heat
Get out of my kitchen
Go back to your easy bake oven
I am a master chef
Dicing and slicing
As I cut my lines
Like a coke addict
Out of his mind
You think you can cook
But your stuck on my hook
And can’t stop staring
Hey babe
Want to know what I’m wearing
Don’t worry I ain’t sharing
Once I’m through
Putting you in your place
Its all for you
Just letting you know
You’re the catcher
I’m the pitcher
Hey love
Like the feel of my ball
In your glove
I can throw all day
So I hope your ready
For a steady
Meal of my ways
Just roll over
And give it up
Even though you’re my lover
You ain’t got enough
don’t make me get rough
Trying to hold back
What you cant contain
Got me on your brain
Making you insane
Come on auspice
Just give me this
Tell me I am the greatest
And kneel at my feet
And admit defeat
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Nate D. | Year Posted 2010
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