Iam A Natural Disaster


My girl left me, she's tired of drought
So in this poem don't be surprised, I'm feeling down
But when I start to bust rhymes faster
They elope,that's cause I'm a natural disaster

For years I've been trying to diss a star,
Turns out to be disastrous!
And when I flow liver as I recite this piece
I drown Eses in the game as i flood 'em with this masterpiece!

For years my foes never knew that I'm a tidal wave!
If you wanna jot a few,try my ways!
I got my eyes glued,ain't no joke,no clowns,
But if you're immersed in my poetry scream for rescue,I drown your sorrows,I'm a flood!

For I to letter this,it took more than spontaneous combustion.
My rhymes are hot as me,volcanic eruption
In a few,just to wrap things up like a hurricane,
I'm brainwashing these young poetry lovers like a Cyclone!

Like Thunder,I rumble,
Just a minute before I stumble
On the concrete jungle.
Too be factual,this is cenogenesis, don't mumble!

I'm a natural disaster
I can write rhymes and similes faster
Than your athlete called Caster;
Its a pity you can't forecast me,but I make a few break a sweat
The sun fell from nowhere
This is a known disaster?? No way!!

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