User:Katthew/Poetry Jam

Your number one source for all things made of poetry and jam! This page is some straight-up dope rhymes and fresh verse as spat by MC Kat and da Hitler Krew. Keep it real, unban keep it real, and word up my homeslices.

Kat steps to da mic

Revertin' Sassoon: Edit Warr Poem

It's three, maybe four in the morning.
Soon gonna be dawn dawning.
Soon be light.
But now, it's night.
It's time to fight.
Let that fag nag me, sass me.
Punk and harass me.
But I'm strong, you know it.
Girl of steel, cop a feel.
Speak your mind on the sensation:
"Metal sinew's what's in you."
So need I continue? Bitch please.
Here's what I see: amateur time.
Editing crime.
Some rank-ass snot with a chip
on his shoulder the size of a boulder
and not even beauty for the eye of the
beholder.
That's avoiding the topic of his dick:
Microscopic.
That's why he's up in this edit,
Changing this page,
Rewriting an age.
History's his for the dissing.
It's the river of time where he's pissing.
So sister, you cry, why you waiting?
Don't take this for hesitation.
I'm skilled in my declaration.
Language my ammo, every bullet a word.
And you know I get heard, spread the
news to the herd and let them shake,
quake and make their escape.
'Cause my name is a K, an A then two-T.
I'm on call 24/7 for doin' my duty
and shakin' my booty
to the rhythm of the H-E-W.
Why does that trouble you?
Why do you spaz? Is it because
of my fantastic ass?
Or the fact that I'm packing a rack
that stretches every man that walks past?
That's why you stress, that's why you panic.
You know I'm the best and you?
You're just tragic.
So diss on my crew, laugh at my name,
call us The Dumb and Project: LAME.
Tell us that we're not part of your game.
We'll be here to snap you back to reality
with a well-placed fatality to explain your mortality
and why your mentality is irrationality
when it's plain that we don't care for your hospitality.
We don't care you see us as only brutality.
It's what we are, it's our sexuality.
Watching you cry, watching you fret,
Watching you die - gets my panties all wet.
So play your bravado, say you don't care,
Pretend you're a badass, that you've got a pair.
If you faggots want me, I'll be over there.
Putting you in checkmate while you play Solitaire.
Reverting your edits while you're unaware.
Doing it all with style and flair.
You'll never top me, you just don't compare.
So here's the end, here's the final call
And it's a billion to me and nothin' to y'all
You bawl and you stall, but if you'll recall
to edit war with me is a guaranteed fall.

Peace out, fuck you
and google Ron Paul

It's a New Day (And I'm Still the Best, What's With That?)

Look at you, hacker, you pathetic creature
of meat and flesh, you extraneous feature
of a system that retains a serious flaw
a system that's governed by
wiki law
the bureacracy's growing to meet the demand
of the growing bureacracy
it gets out of hand
with the sysop circlejerk that is nothing but
a weak aristocracy, a wiki autocracy
a complete and utter phallic hypocrisy
But all is not lost, there remains some hope
It lies in this girl's rhymes oh-so-dope
My name? Why, you know that it's カシュー
Not Mark, not Luke, not John, and not マシュー
"Who that?" says you
"Who she?" you spew
With a blizzard of Cheeto dust from your lips
My hands on my hips
My retort eclipsed
By the torrent of retarded shit from your mouth.
Say what? Say who? Say where and say why?
Who the fuck are you, mister guy?
Have you been around since oh-five?
Are you keeping this dumb game alive?
You act like it's you who deserves the applause
for being the cause of all these wiki laws.
Here's my resumé, you dumb little shit
The fun in this game? I am it.
I was there when the Many arose
I was there with my DARIS bros
The Council of Leaders, I was Boba Fett
What part of this litany don't you get?
The Project, the Dead, and all of the rest
The everything that ever gave this game zest?
Me, motherfucker, and lest
you forget, I'm the best motherfucker
without a doubt, so detest me
arrest me
text rape and molest me!
You can do what you like, but you'll never hide
the burning shame that you feel deep inside
That without all the effort that I have applied
to killing this game
it woulda died

Hell is now full
and the gates open wide.