(on the beat of 'Without Me' by Eminem)
Slicker than smooth.
Knocking out the next line.
Swift shift and move.
Scribble drivel faster.
Wicked and terse.
Like thoughts popping up,
And then?
Into a verse.
BOOM!
Question not.
I got these rhymes on lock.
For the serpentine syllables,
Eve has a rock.
Didn't see it coming then.
Who has the key?
This man in the mirror knows
Nothing is free.
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