Word to the wise: Don't drink Mountain Dew and eat the five donuts that the guy you live with gives you.

Sugar rush can make you do some pretty surprising things! For me, it was getting the courage to type up a Beat poem.

Well, I don't think it's that good. I just can't type what Beat can say very well. I like everything perfect.

Yo, man, it just ain't fair

Tell me how it's even fair

Trouble's everywhere

Except in my own hair

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Rhyme tries her best everyday

It happens every day

It's more than I can say

But I'ma find my own way

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That car just came screechin'

It was bloody murder screechin'

I was internally preachin'

But the impact we were each in

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I never though' it was true

Never though' once it was true

But she said "Nice to meet you"

Yo, man, my sis ain't you

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Then I met Shiki and Phones

Shiki was aight, but Phones…

Man, if I had the stones

I'da punched him to other zones

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I couldn't believe Rhyme died

It was 'cause a' me she died

I think I almos' cried

But tha's not my good side

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And then I left the group

I went with the Reaper Group

Jus' some continuous loop

I think I'ma been duped

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I left an' joined with Neku

It was jus' me and Neku

Seemed the proper thing ta' do

Since he was about to get screwed

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Altogether for seven days

We stayed fer seven days

Through the whole game craze

Yo man, you gonna give me some praise?

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Right when it was gonna end

Tha' is, the game about to end

I said wha' was there to intend,

"You ain't my partner, you're my friend."

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Then we all met up again

And Rhyme was with me again

I think we handled it like men

When tha' last week came to an end

Darnit, Beat has very poor grammar and speech skills. DX

Ah, I took a shot. That's what matters, right? It's much longer than usual.

So? Good? Bad? Horrible?

Ah, R&R. Please don't make me feel too bad. I did my best. .'