John Doe

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© badprimer
Punks couldn't touch this
They gotta threaten of a watch list.
Like I ain't already been on one boy what you think this is?
I'd like to see em make a case based on zero evidence.
Such a real dude they'll have to charge me for my saintliness.
When the state is full of liars, I become the nemesis.
These lames an me got nothing in common of relevance.
Comin with that knowledge from the 1500's
Ronin Samurai flow, two sword technique
devastating blow. Cutting is for emo teens,
I'ma stab em in a combo. Call me John Doe.

They already watch me, dudes try an copy
My style but they are not me. I just stroke my beard
and foresee a whole lot of wanna be's. You know
you should not be worshiping, anybody but the lord
Creator of the world. He is King. I ain't with a left wing, or a
Right wing. I roll with every living thing.
Souls to my Lord is what I am trying to bring.

stay at the range, practicing for when I have to engage
I got that close quarter, mid and long range exchange.
If one so inclines to battle out here on the grange.
Keep em stuck in my rhythm an hit em with an abrupt change.
Boy, I'm way outside your visual range call me Sensei.
I got this gun fightin business honed in like a ballet.
Child's play, everyday is Friday don't make me put your ass out on display.