Gang! Poem

So that's the ketchup and that's the mustard 

Holy to catch up and holy to miss tart 

That's the ketchup and that's the mustard 

Scary to cash up and scary to miss dart

That's where I am at! due to today's look so I

Will be called as a gang bat! without me trying to die

Trying the mayonnaise and trying the maze 

Trying the same thing over again the craze 

Trying to look out the boundaries zone 

But zodiac was killed by an actor clone

Trying to look selfish and a creep for real

B***es came to my high head as a nasty deal

Where is the cash? Oh me is no stash!

They followed me around all along the road

The came to my door but I scared their load

They shot me dead a lot of times but me was an avatar 

Not just kidding on that but I swear I broke heads with jar

They looked at me as mr. But me wasn't a sister 

I just left the scene without a scratch or a good scar

They told me shut up the freak who is inside you now!

I took him aside so far and decided to sing him a holy cow

I then drove back to where I am assigned 

They got people walking around with no mind

I then told them "gang I don't dance with a bank"

They said no cash with us it's under the tank

I said all I did was a stash road stylee 

I am not even there or dating a stylee 

I was there but they got shot by piley see

Then I shot them back but I wasn't highly 

I threw all cash back to the road

Their dead bodies were a code

I just figured out why all of this happened 

I drag myself to their zone as zodiac mapping 

But me no clue was but a newspaper corner 

And they laughed at me when I get mourner 

When zodiac ends itself it starts over again 

But you aren't the zodiac but flip in pain