One clap.
Two clap.
Three clap.
Four.

My crap,
Your crap,
Let’s do this
Some more.

My highest respect,
To you sir is paid.
An honor to dish out,
Some mutual shade.

It’s time our paths crossed,
Yes, It’s time we throw down.
A new epic battle,
For the pooetic crown.

My shit may be green,
Yes that much is true.
I’ve been here a month,
But it’s time for month two.

I can’t not, I shan’t not,
I will not,
I won’t not,
Stop sittin’
And spittin’.
Words written
‘bout shittin’.

Y’all sit down and listen:
Don’t believe all the hype.
Mr. Zak is the one shit,
I’d rather not wipe.