This third sonnet is goin' out to Mr. Roach
He gets nervous when he sees me 'cause he knows he can't reproach
He walks puffed up and acts like he's bad
But when I'm not in school is the only time he's glad.
He steps up and me he starts to bother
I say "Shut the fuck up , fool, have you ever seen "The Godfather?"
Then his face falls because he knows he can't faze,
But I just smile as I start to blaze.
Bullets start flying all over the school,
But all my friends know to just chill and stay cool.
He drops down dead, the stupid-ass punk,
I fill him up with lead then put him in my trunk.
This right here is the end of my story,
The maggots get him while I get the glory.

				-Azul