The action of rhyme, just following my flow
Words come around, but then I don't know
What's on my mind, all the time
I leave to the blind, playing hide and go seek and I bet you can't find me
People, places...man, all these fucking things
I'll scream so loud, it'll make your ears ring
You won't know what the hell I'm screaming at
I'll get up and go, leaving you wondering if I was mad
But I aint mad, I'm just sick of your face
I see it all the time in my rhyme and outer space
But, you're not the subject of all my petty thoughts
I think about money, even more than getting caught
In the game of what is shame, I'm not to fucking blame
They came and took me away, but I'm telling you I am sane
Just these paranoid people lurking outside of my house
Got me creeping all quiet, just like a little mouse
And I think they have bugged my cordless phone
Cause it only rings once, when I'm at the house all alone
But fuck em and feed em, I aint got no fucking beans
Can't get my life together, I don't have the fucking means
To rob a bank, steal a tank, load the gun, and then I'm gone
That plans wrank, man..it stanks, it's just a fucking song
At least I can rob this lady, walking down the street
Get all the money in her wallet, and get me something to eat
But money's not the issue, they told us that in school
Too broke to buy a tissue, but crying is for fools
Too bored and too lazy, to get off my dead ass
But somehow I find the money, to buy all this grass
Blazing up a storm, all the while, writting rap
The cherry is kind of warm, it just fell in my lap
And now I'm on fire, what should I do?
Don't touch that bare wire, what the hell's wrong with you?
I try to teach ya...what shit's all about
Now you're getting on my nerves...get the fuck out
My rhymes are outlandish, you've said that before
And you don't think you can stand it, but you're a fucking whore
People like to be pleased, all the fucking time
I cut the cheese, everytime I write a rhyme
You know it doesn't stink as bad as your mom's underoos
That shit's leathal, that came out from under whom
I shouldn't talk, about the lady all the time
But you don't know how easy it is, to make a fucking rhyme
About the way her hair looks...like molded spaghetti
If I looked like that, I'd shave my head and forget it
But, she bores me, just like you do
You like to ignore me when you have nothing to do
I'd like to beat you, even though I have no fists
And tie you up tight, leaving red and purple circles on your wrists
But, before it gets gory, i think it should end
I hope you enjoyed the story, see you later my friend
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