[DisturbedPoet]

I'm in the groove,
I'm the mood.

Fingers hitting the keys, so quick.
With, the blunt lit.

I'm no raper,
I'm no fake bitch.
I don't flaunt about money,
I aint rich.

If you talking shit,
then shut the fuck up.
If you want to flex,
then homie what's up.
When I talk shit,
I back it up.

I will rock you,
with the fist.
Step to my rhymes,
you get dist.

I'm a weed smoking,
mother fucker.
Smoking and token,
like no other.
I'll fuck a nasty bitch,
thats why I pack a rubber.
But,
don't tell my baby mother.

Even though,I know,
she fucks around.
Thats why,
I get around.
Like 2pac.

If I hit the bitch,
its never at my spot.
Fat dude,
hitting bitches,
make your jaw drop.

Used to be a pussy layer,
never a player.
Till I realized,
some bitches are stupid.
Leave them silly,
when you hit them with cupid.