Doing Me

I ended that last poem the undisputed champ like Apollo Creed

Making quick work of you haters turned out to be a simple deed

You couldn't catch my lightning fast metaphors and nasty punchlines

My eyes stayed above ground because I want what's mine

I beat up your sorry behind like I was Charles Liston

Your girl is relay running to me, but she barely makes a good assistant

Besides, I don't even like females, not even the best friend of your sister

I'm not gay at all but she's a psycho and I won't even kiss her

I'll just get up and leave and I will not even miss her

They hear me speak and are amazed at my sick wordplay

I play with words like Scrabble and at the end, what can they say?

I already hosed y'all down yet you remain dirty, so I simply sigh

My rhymes sting you like soap in the eye

I'm a moving target, can't be caught, so head back to ya corner to cry

I'm a red man, however, never bloody

Moving as quick as my thoughts, above ground, never muddy

Freestyling these lines for a bit like Wayne, I do me

I'm part machine and part man, like the Android and I move in threes