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Rap Trap           My life's a mess, let me try to explain,           I'm a 5 minute walk from going insane,           see there's way to much going on in my brain,           headed for a crash on a high speed train           my bones are acrakin', my knees wont bend,           ain't got no money, but I spend, spend, spend,           don't know why I feel, I have to pretend,           took some big blue pills, hoping to mend                      things changed so fast, I wasn't even aware,                       when it hit me in the face, why I do declare,           time to man-up, need to grow me a pair,           or I can turn my back and pretend I don't care           caught in a trap, betwixt and between,           should I tell everyone, should I come clean,           I'm so confused, do you know what I mean? ,           when I look in the mirror, I see Orson Bean           it's just jive talkin, some people say it's rap,           if you want my opinion, I think it's crap,           but I find it hard to get outa this trap,                       can't stop my lips from goin flap, flap, flap           Gomer LePoet...
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May 7, 2013
May 7, 2013 at 12:46 PM UTC
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Rap Trap           My life's a mess, let me try to explain,           I'm a 5 minute walk from going insane,           see there's way to much going on in my brain,           headed for a crash on a high speed train           my bones are acrakin', my knees wont bend,           ain't got no money, but I spend, spend, spend,           don't know why I feel, I have to pretend,           took some big blue pills, hoping to mend                      things changed so fast, I wasn't even aware,                       when it hit me in the face, why I do declare,           time to man-up, need to grow me a pair,           or I can turn my back and pretend I don't care           caught in a trap, betwixt and between,           should I tell everyone, should I come clean,           I'm so confused, do you know what I mean? ,           when I look in the mirror, I see Orson Bean           it's just jive talkin, some people say it's rap,           if you want my opinion, I think it's crap,           but I find it hard to get outa this trap,                       can't stop my lips from goin flap, flap, flap           Gomer LePoet...
a pull from the archives - an attempt at a rap
david-nelson
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May 7, 2013
May 7, 2013 at 12:46 PM UTC
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