Open Mic: Forget A Keystyle

…Put up any lines, I’ll match you bastards

They’re done now throw ‘em to the Lions…Matthew Stafford

Tired of these tough guy personas and when they retracing they statements

LA’s resembling Catfish: The TV Show there’s so many fakes in these pages

If you throw shots at me they’re subliminals that aren’t profound at all

If I throw shots the scene’s painted red and your brain is slithering down the wall

I don’t box for change but I’ll clock you lames you’ll be up then down like stock exchange

So it’s not Louis V Millionaires or Ray Bans when I’m talking rocking frames

My style is terminally ill beyond the healing touch of physicians

And yours is benignant, check out the juxtaposition

Going against me your life flashes before you it’s not long that it ends

And it doesn’t make you more photogenic when I snap your limbs

Weapons gripped fast and I won’t let you slip past as I let go a sick laugh

I’ll open a big gash on you that drips fast with blood as I attack with a pickax

Texters and me are not the same and any comparison y’all got fail

If you thinking you’re my tie (Mai Tai) you must be sipping rum cocktails

Applauding readers posting votes ‘cause I got thought provoking quotes

Only time you could hear cheers is when proposing toasts

You can get a nicer whore right on board that you might afford

But only time you bag a chick involves buying a Michael Kors

I prey on these kids when I’m staying relentless

A few of my punches will have you laying defenseless

Y'all are some of the worst, see how could your bars hurt me

Only holding Mead binders are your writtens five star worthy

Blissful Barrage wrote: Weapons gripped fast and I won’t let you slip past as I let go a sick laugh I’ll open a big gash on you that drips fast with blood as I attack with a pickax

Overall great delivery and a refreshing read.