(Told from the perspective of a dying assault) Yeah the bottom line is it ain't fuggen right I've beat them up they fuggen guts bust inside Cause you see I'm what? A soldier, see I'm a problem. But there ain't a man in the world that can solve us Ya, I feel like a young prize fighter with a gun... Cats, my style's sounding celibate I wish I could use the F word. Anyways the point of this was to see if I could make a rhyming MNC poem. I'm really getting into rhyming like a wordsmith or a lord's list...ok that was bad.
Ya, probably too gangster or street. The assault is a rich athlete. I'm new to rhyming in poems, and I've listened to too many rap songs.
