Smack Talk

1, 2, 3, here we go,

Come up, step up, look down at me,

Up against a wall. Nowhere to flee.

Pop open your mouth like a switchblade—dull intimidation.

Winning is my sharp justification.

 

Shut up, step back, listen to me,

Turn around and walk—

Or get bitch-slapped by my smack talk.

Keep pressin’ and I’ll keep messin’,

Your destiny is facedown on the sidewalk…outlined in dusty white chalk.

 

Listen up, sit down, I’ll show you how it’s done.

Get inside your head—nowhere to run.

This is all just a mind game. Some of us talk to have fun.

You lost before the real competition has begun.

 

 

Author: FlyTrapMan

I have no idea what I'm doing.

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