Armed With A Word

I’m equipped  with action worthy words like verbs

I do sit ups with my words so they get abs-urd

let me reassure you my precision is deadly

my punch lines are known to get uglier than Betty

ice cold like Yettie, sharp as a machete

I write to kill like weapons that are deadly

my vocabulary’s nuclear, sinister like lucifer

my brain contains more toxic content than Jupiter

although I may get more nutty than Reeses Pieces

my lines are known to stay as fresh as new releases

similes, fallacies, and onomatopoeias

I’m a rhyme general with more stripes than a zebra

my flow runs non-stop like shitting diarrhea

and if I ever run out of words I use the dictionary to re-up

I stock up, and break em’ down

chop em’ up and shave em down

then I rearrange the nouns for you simple minded clowns

after that I distribute to all cities and towns

and get the world hooked on the best product around

Things I’d Do To You.

First I’ll look into your eyes and hypnotize you like a preacher

put my arms around you and closer than millimeters

till our body’s reside side by side like two seaters

Then I’ll get under your skin like your tightest white t-shirt

and tung kiss you at a rate similar to a turtle race

then I’ll whisper words into your ear like we’re sitting in a moive

and I won’t stop ’till your hotter and wetter than a jacuzzi

then I’ll kiss and lick your neck like a popsicle treat

and touch your inner thigh like a bicycle seat

best believe it’s real, I’ll make you climax like action films

and won’t stop till you shout and moan in defeat

and your body goes limp like a motionless heap

I’ll rub your magic lamp till you come out like a genie

I’ll grant your every wish every time you see me