Fuck that bitch

-sees a crowed as I held the mic. I took a deep breathe and exhales slowly. I opened my eyes while frowning with hatred builded inside me-

If I could just put it all from all I spit instead of trying to swallow it.
Instead of staring at the wall and shit can't call it shit all I know I'm about to hit the wall if I put up with another Ariana's stupid shit, last call that's all that it I ain't dealing with another hating bitch.
I am gonna skillet I can feel it filter up about to kill it I can feel it building up
blood is spilled enough
been sealed enough my cup hand it over haven't filled it up

The pen explodes and busts, ink spills my guts!
You think all I do is stand here and feel my nuts
Well, Imma show you what, You gon' feel my rush
If you don't feel it, then it must be too real to touch

Build the dutch, I'm about to tear shit up
Goosebumps, Yeah Imma make your hair sit up, Yeah sit up
Imma tell you who I be, Imma make you hate me, Cause you ain't me

You wait, it ain't too late to finally see
What you close-minded fucks were too blind to see
Whoever finds me is gonna get a finder's fee
Out this world, ain't no one out their mind as me

You need peace of mind? Here's a piece of mine
All I need's a line, but Sometimes I don't always find the words to rhyme
To express how I'm really feeling at that time, Yes
Sometimes, Sometimes, Sometimes

It's just sometimes it's always me
How dark can these hallways be
The clock strikes midnight
1, 2, then half past 3
This half-assed rhyme, with this half-assed piece of paper

I'm desperate at my desk
If I could just get the rest of this shit off my chest, Again
Stuck in this slump, Can't think of nothing
Fuck, I'm stumped, Oh, Wait, Here comes something, nope!

It's not good enough, scribble it out
New pad, crinkle it up, and throw this shit out
I'm fizzling out, thought I figured it out
Ball's in my court but I'm scared to dribble it out

I'm afraid, but why am I afraid? Why am I a slave
To the trio? Cyanide I spit to the grave
Real enough to rile you up, Want me to flip it? I can rip it
any style you want.

Imma switch hitter bitch Jimmy Smith ain't a quitter
Imma sit here till I get enough of me to finally hit a fucking boiling point
Put some oil in your joints, Flip the coin, Bitch come get destroyed

I make them tensed, they hate me
See me and shake like a chain-link fence
By the looks of 'em you would swear that Jaws was coming
By the screams of 'em you would swear I'm sawing someone

By the way they runnin', you would swear the law was coming
It's now or never, and tonight it's all or nothing
Nelly said she would be loyal, she pinkie promised, I don't think she's honest

I'll be back baby, I just gotta beat this clock
Fuck this clock! Imma make them Eat this watch
Don't believe me Watch! Imma win this race
And Imma come back and rub my shit in your face, Bitch!

I found my niche, You gon' hear my voice
'Til you're SICK of it, you ain't gonna have a choice
If I gotta scream 'til I have half a lung
If I have half a chance, I'll grab it, Till I'm done!

-I pant softly seeing everyone screaming with excitement. I looked away and walked back stage- I felt so much better...-smirks- maybe it's time to get a career before I join the army.