^how about. no^

First off, I Wanna Get Some Shit Off Of My Chest...
I May As Well Just Spit Shit, Cos This Ain’t No Lyrical Contest…
Rhymes That’ll Render You Unconscious, n’ In ‘Cardiac Arrest’...
So, Just Sit Down And Try To ‘Digest’, These Words, ‘Profane’…
Call Yourself Sacred, When Your Gonna Be Biblically ‘Slain’…
Your Like ‘David’, A Herb, So Inferior and Innocent…
My ‘Goliath’ Bars, Mentally Itch, Bother and Torment…
Now I’m Spitin’ Lines, That’ll Make Your Circumvent…
Trying To Escape, But I Got You Stuck With My Poetic Cement…
You Can Run, Can’t Hide, But At least You Can Say You Diabolically Tried...

Good luck Dawg,