An open letter to Monday mornings: Battle rap version

Releasing chunks from sucker punk’s cheeks;
Like a beast, I feast.
I’ll have u thirsty for some mercy
pleading, “please, sir. peace…”
when I'm done spraying sayings, u’ll pray
that I’ll be deceased.
I’ll send u walking with your Jesus.
Call me Kanye East.

From the east to the west,
You’re the least, I'm the best.
Never sleep. Never rest.
I'm the priest; you’re possessed.
U want peace? I'm your stress.
I'm angry bees on your flesh.
Like a knee to the chest,
I’ll relieve you of breath.


I detest you, confess fool.
I'm blessed fresh and dressed cool.
U mess with the rest
and then guess I'm impressed? Dude…
I press thru your tests too.
I question your quest. Who
do u think I am? Sam I am?
I make Fett drool.
Depressed? Ooooh, I hex you
with cess pools, check 1,2’s
and force fed duress pools
of jet fuel and pet gruel.
…so….
U’d best check your spex. Use
Complex tools, like med school.
Reflect on the mess
I suppress like Atreyu.