she a villainous vixen
my brand new nemesis
first she jacked me
and then all my premises
the strain on me is getting kinda of strenuous
my perspective is approaching perilous
cuz she’s proudly pilfering my penmanship
why didn’t i just stay celibate
she stole my work and now she’s selling it
we could be friends
sometimes have sex
but then it had to end to make room for whats next
but in her own way she stole my breath
cuz i hear my self in every thing shes says
she was kinda fine
so i spent a little time
just grinding her behind
i wanted to unwind
thats not a crime
now she writes rhymes that are just like mine
she didnt like hearing the words see ya
so now she’s stealing all my ideas
i thought it might be nice
to invite a little vice
i didnt think twice
about if its wrong or right
nothings ever free , theres always a fee
now i pay the price
every time she writes
she might change the words
more then a syllable or two
but certain things i heard just stick like glue
i feel like she confused my muse
does she peruse a few and then just choose
what she likes enough to use?
she didnt like hearing the words see ya
so now she’s stealing all my ideas
art is freee blah blah its all just fun
she seems to be going one by one
over every sound that rolls off my tongue
she just loves what comes out of my lungs
cuz its in the air and she just runs
to breath in what i just breathed out
im so sure not a lick of doubt
but im not pissed things would be all right
if i could just get her one more night
how can i get her back in the sheets
her old boyfriends making her new beats
oh my god I’m gonna kill her
all her poems so sound so familiar