Destroyer Vs James - 3

DESTROYER vs' GARETH # 3 You hit me a bit on the 3rd round I'm not easy to knock on the ground Literarily I'm still on my feet In poetry, there are no side effects Still your words have no sound I came out of nowhere, like a threat Your mind blew a cold sweat Like a cigarette, I smoked you:-( I made you sit on your poo You don't have what it takes for Russian Roulette:-( I put your file in a shame book Stuck you in a cell hole, like a crook My identity I give it a twirl My only pearls found in a Play Girl Between my legs, take one last look:-) Gareth, permission to call a lawyer Surrender your pen, to the destroyer Apparently this you did not enjoy Sentence of community service, WATERBOY!! Under the supervision, "I am your new employer." You had your head start You miss like a blind dart Now you called the last stop Unfortunate I'm on top Vultures devouring sweet flesh, spit your words out like a fart. On your second round, cutting you slack. Are you done with the Anxiety attack:-( A fountain pen, paper, packed by your Mother. She threw them out by the gutter. Mr James, time is up, hit the road, Jack. The POETRY DESTROYER, just struck back. NOTE: (-: fun.:-)