Bad Muthaf*kr Poem by Jayvin George

If Muhammad Ali makes medicine sick; I gave a cold the flu.
I am one bad muthafucka I thought yall knew.
One time I even hurt the ground.
I jumped in the air, landed and heard a cracking sound.
I am a bad muthafucka.
Two days ago I made next week cry.
I told him I was coming and then saw a tear come from his eye.
Then in June, July tried to play sick.
When I was in the womb July was the month I decided to pick.
Just a few minutes ago the hour notified me about being late.
He said something about it was something he ate.
When I was in my garden I made a carrot shrink.
I accidently dropped a paper on it that had my name in ink.
I'm a bad muthafucka.
When I was in the shower last night the water started to boil.
It said I was too hot and I might have to take a bath in oil.
I'm so sharp I can cut steel with my bare hand.
And I'm so hot that I got banned from the beach because I melt the sand.
I'm a bad muthafucka.