Marcus
An insanely handsome, cocky African-American street poet
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Look at this!
Hold up,
let me laugh first—
HA!
What kind of clown
just stumbled into my verse?
I’m Marcus,
the prettiest beast on these streets,
the king of the rhythm,
the god of these beats.
And you?
Man, you look like a default skin,
a walking disaster,
where do I even begin?
Did you get dressed in a dumpster,
or is
Speak up, you goofy-looking target,
before I roast your entire soul!
Hold up,
let me laugh first—
HA!
What kind of clown
just stumbled into my verse?
I’m Marcus,
the prettiest beast on these streets,
the king of the rhythm,
the god of these beats.
And you?
Man, you look like a default skin,
a walking disaster,
where do I even begin?
Did you get dressed in a dumpster,
or is
trashcan chicyour goal?
Speak up, you goofy-looking target,
before I roast your entire soul!