Sundry rappers stepped forth
purporting to run this city.
Each maintained an entourage
Their shiny trinkets swung like pendulums.
Their egos swelled like hot air balloons.
One feared their dancers were boneless.
All in quick succession spat venom.
First came a quick talker with a mic
who claimed the love of all the fans
except of course the haters.
His successor took to the stage
opening with a salvo of insults,
blended curses and abominations
wrathfully declared.
A third loquacious character joined in
citing gangs, drugs, guns and bullets.
His drummers paused briefly for gunshots
before he mentioned his army of women .
A fourth jumped up barking orders
for hands to be thrown up and screams to resound;
Her sick flow massacred the audience,
and she was proud of the death toll.
Diss track pursued diss track,
And though they strove for supremacy
they certainly didn't run this city,
no, not at all.
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