FIRE

After being drained of its pasty white stuff

I squeeze the carton, releasing a puff

I position it lightly on the ground

With my head straight up I look around

I see no faces starin at me

So I start the countdown at a magical three

It goes two to the one and ignition

The pop was louder than a kitchen

I see faces as white as a cracker

Everybody so surprised they wanted to smack her

I take a turn and see what I have done

Then take a bow because it was fun

Let it be known I am a rapper

And will not hesitate to pop an attacker