Rap is a craft and it oughta be,
But my rap is crap;
That’s just the way it comes outa me.
My rhymes and my rhythm are kinda feeble,
When I play a record sideways all I do is break the needle.
You lay a eight on its side and you get a infinity;
that’s how old I was when I lost my virginity.
Took my side piece out for a high class dinner
To show her I’m a winner
But I lost all my street cred when I ordered the sweetbread.
My homies formed a gang
And I tried to join the ranks,
But the only part of “gangsta”
I can handle is the “angst.”
I’d bust a move but my move buster’s rusted,
I’d pop a cap but my aim can’t be trusted.
One more thing to say
Before I depart:
Next time I’ll do a mic drop
Before I start.
Pizza? Out
Feb 25, 2021
Feb 25, 2021 at 6:28 AM UTC
I want to tell you the story
Why I cannot sing the blues
I want to tell you the story
Why I cannot sing the blues
It’s because I’m a white guy
And I wear inexpensive shoes.
I went down to the crossroads
To learn to play the guitar
I went down to the crossroads
To learn to play the guitar
When I walked into the crossroads
I got hit by a car.
I went back to the crossroads
I wanted to have it all
I went back to those crossroads
I wanted to have it all
When I got down to the crossroads
They turned it into a mall.
So I am done with the blues now
I need to change my style
I am done with the blues now
I need to change my style
Goodbye to the blues
I’ll try hip hop for a while.
... Yo!
Jan 14, 2021
Jan 14, 2021 at 5:39 PM UTC
I love to touch your skin,
Where everything else ends
And you begin.
Sep 23, 2017
Sep 23, 2017 at 9:55 AM UTC
When Rudolph became post-pubescent
His nose became non-luminescent.
The ladies, elated, said "Look, it's migrated,
And see what is now iridescent!
Sep 14, 2016
Sep 14, 2016 at 7:09 PM UTC