The Beef

Turned on the entire lodge, chapter, block, city, state, and even the world.
Shots fired at every that once was but now being with the word “former”.
Leave the multitalented, mutlitpersonalitied, multifaceted monster alone, and it can’t be said that I didn’t warn you.
I had too many nights to think about the beef, the advances and the slanders.
Am I that dangerous and outrageous to incur all this hatred; hmm, the mind wonders.
Sip one beer, two beers, and then at least a dozen shots of the tequila.
Sent out a couple rhymes out just as a feeler.
If a man against me, will lay him down, and a woman, I’d have to get another chick to kill her.
Violence in the rhymes makes it obvious that my art is affected.
Fraternity aside, by a army of well wishers I’m protected.
When the dust clears and the bodies are counted, it will be said that I was the wrong opponent selected!
Come on!

 - by the Greatest Poet Alive