Streetball: A Sonnet

Pass me the rock while I steampunk these fools!
Homie like MJ gon’ light you up like Kools.
Don’t bring that trash in my house you clownin’ hacks.
Home boy gon’ lay mad hoops as you lay tracks.
Now bring what you got, I got you on D,
I might be white, but I got game in me.
You bring the noise, I’ll bring the rain and funk.
I move and shake and rawdog when I’m drunk.
I eat fools like you each occaision I
shoot my hoops by the cage at ninth and vine.
I drop it like its hot like no other,
and you know its hot up in here brother.
And I love to trick these fools while they hatin’
Go back to yo’ stank ass momma boy, she waitin’.