Mom never told me I could rap,
Now thanks mom I've missed a lot snap,
Even though I've never trained I have a need,
To come up with a verse everyday,
Hungry like imprisoned wolf waiting for right to feed,
With sickening speed, to say if I may,
Crazy like some old hags gypsy curse used to slay,
Mad at the world for not not helping never ever,
Not any day, just kidding don't need anyones help no matter how grey the day, not clever,
Now for better or worse (I don't know)
Just started but already so good it's perverse
What is it - a thirst (btw read fast and if possible with a flow)
I'm not the first who wants to succeed
Out of a greed or just to show
That I can - that I'm better than any other lyricist man,
M&M and Logic did a collab okay nice they deserve riches and whatever money buys fam
But Bhad Bhabie and Cardi B rich and famous and
With no skill how can it be
While I'm not even though I murder every line
Like I went on a killing spree
To kill every single mot*******king rhyme!
Gee... What will this be
If I go on, a day z.........
- Author: swishbish57 ( Offline)
- Published: May 4th, 2019 16:08
- Category: Humor
- Views: 8
Comments1
Loved it could feel a real Beastie Boys kick, keep spitting those lines till you here a click.... Click... No that's not a gun it's the sound of your own inner drum, knowing you've become as awesome as anyone!
Cheers for the inspiration 😉
Much peace and respect
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