I used to be diva of this lyrical language shh.. Had words n phrases Busta Rhymes couldnt get, Had a new poem every day of the week, Life was so bad, i didnt want to get up to eat, Yea, they call me P.M.S, Cause a man did it to me, Now i feel as though im begging to be hurt, So i can set my inner poet free.. She dosent like to be locked up, Shes pizsed off and mad, You havent seen P.M.S on this street? so you better be glad. Cause she will lock up your rhymes, Have you thinkin about hittin that "edit" button just 1 more time, My Poetry hasnt Manifested itsself in a long ol'time. BUt just be prepared, when comes the time. Cause ill steal your verses, lock em up, in iambic pentameter, and make you simile.. at me.. lol. Just wanted to make it a fact, that my reps intact, Cause when P.M.S gets back, shes gunna cause a lyrical blasphemy, And i dont want yall runnin round, mad at me! This has Been a P.M.S Production..