I'm not the one to rap so please let me spit this poetry bit
Don't read shakespeare but can I be the Romeo to your Juliet
The only death im having is from my ego
You found me Nemo
Normally I talk low
I said I would stay so here I am
Upon your request I would delete the gram
I promise Im better than that other man
You really out here with that other man? (yikes)
If the dick is trash do not count the body
He's not my son but he's calling me papi
Little do you know
The power I hold in my hand
Little do you know
How easy it would be to destroy what you've built
Your life is like a kilt i'll pull it apart
With a tug of a string
“Remorse what's that ha! I've never heard of such a word”
You can't flex on me cuz im hard headed and i'm ignorant
My soft spot not that large for you to sleep on it
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