Long Beach, CA USA
Joined November 2009
She’s a psycho wit a pen, half black, half eminem,
Without infinite lyrics, how she gon' compete with them,
But then again... she never did fit in,
Bloodsuckin in daylight, twilight years kickin in,
So feminine, but her lyrics is gory,
Bitch know she ain’t slick, this ain’t no bedtime story,
The song never ends, her list of fans so adoring
She a trip… like Denzel in Glory,
Dehydrated crybaby, getting weaker with time,
A prophetic alcoholic, turning water into wine,
Inebriated with impatience, every hour doin lines,
With starving artists wantin cheese for they whine,
She dimmed the lights, grab the mic, and spit her bars,
And waited for the room of black berets to snap applause,
Room silent as climax after the oo’s and awes,
She heard the sound of clappin, like 100 snappin bras,
In disbelief and weak she falls to her knees,
So cool, her temperature dropped 100 degrees,
Her dreams came true even though she never sleeps,
Fearin she’ll never wake to see the dream like Mr. King.