I've never liked Drake
I don't take to that corny music he make
Seems like a slithering snake
Whether he'll be singing or rapping
His voice makes me want to go napping
Aubrey dear
I guess I'll use his real name here
YES his real name
I'll make it clear
You were creeping on Millie Bobby Brown
Giving a little girl advice on boys
What an absolute clown
The 6 God is what you call yourself
I really think you need some help
Had to laugh when I saw the bee attack
You were in St. Tropez
But your raps are still the pussiest
- Author: Shaunmatthewcpoetry ( Offline)
- Published: January 19th, 2023 02:31
- Category: Unclassified
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