Beef

Click, clack.
Click, clack, click, clack.
"This bitch know I can beat her
Ass, I'm black."

Remember when fighting was with fists?
You show up to the park and hope
That every time he swings, he will miss.
Or when an argument was face to face,
Clever words thrown up into the confines
Of space in a way that will slap that bitch in
The face, and make him sit down.
Yeah...it doesn't work like that anymore.
See, we are in the era where an argument
Involves the simple words, "You mad bro?"
"Yeah you mad bro. I know you mad bro.
You can't hide that you mad tho."
Shut the fuck up, I'm not your bro.
This generation loves to mix
Confrontation with punctuation.
"You spelled your wrong, it's
Y.O.U apostrophe R.E." and
Signed with an exclamation.
Oh, but wait, the only time my balls
Hang low enough for me to confront
Somebody is behind a screen, where
My face and babymaker are not
 in any way, shape, or form, in danger.
Yes that's me, the new era of society.
The era where my ability to type equals
My ability to argue and my ability to put
words together doesn't mean shit because
I can't type them out correctly anyways.
"We ain't...she won't....they cain't.... he don't...
Fuck it, Imma beat ya ass." But there is no ass beating
In sight, because these days people would rather
Argue like a bitch than bleed like one.

And so is the era of internet beef.
But I prefer mine on a plate,
Maybe with a girl, on a date.
And God forbid we look happy,
People hate when others are happy.
"Don't worry, I'm about to put her ass
On blast...on Facebook."

~Kai Alexander Means