Bitch, I'm Ron Don

Counting debts, late night sweats, a numbers game I play, Digits on the balance sheet, yeah, debts in disarray. Paper trails and phone calls, tracking every dime, Wordplay sharper than a blade, I'm on this debt climb. Juggling figures like a magician, watch me make 'em disappear, From overdue to paid in full, I got the skill that's clear. Debts are chess, I'm the grandmaster, plotting moves so shrewd, Wordplay's my secret weapon, got 'em all subdued. Knocking on doors, they can't ignore, their dues are overdue, Wordplay persuades, negotiations set a different hue. Debt collector by day, wordsmith by night, Crafting lines so tight, I'm a lyrical delight. Digits dance like fireflies, calculations in my mind, Wordplay paints a vivid scene, in every verse you'll find. From spreadsheet to mic, I transition with ease, Debt collection's my game, and I'm here to appease. So here's my rap, debts and words intertwined, No chorus needed, just rhythm and rhyme. Collecting dues with finesse, wordplay's my tool, A rap that's sharp and cool, breaking every debt rule.