Rappity Rap Rap RAP
Well? The lyrics might shock?
Tighter than a Bob Marley joint
So? The way I’m gonna rock?
Is whiter than a Spike Lee joint
And? Like the ears of Mr.Spock
Few loops before we get to the point
My rhymes still wouldn’t make cents
If the words were made of coins
I live with the Navajo tribe in tents
Skinned buffalo Hyde over my loin
Better than rick Ross
Rock your socks off
Even if you’re in flip flops
And fresh to death like ziplock
Tick tock
tick tock
tickety tick tock
Sound of the hippedy
hoppidy
hip hip hip
Hip hop
bomb
Im about to drippidy
dippedy
drappidy
Droppity
drop
Kaboom
Kapow
Mushroom cloud
How you like me now?
Got more punchlines than Pacquio
Left jab
Right cheek
Right hook
Don’t speak
Upper cut
Quiet down or shut up
Down for the count
Open ur mind & shut ur mouth
Before the bell even sounds
Punches in bunches whapow!
Ending the first round
Knocked out watch out pound for pound
Oh wow!
I’d say ow!
You’ve had more than enough
And you can’t even get up
I know it’s gotta be sorta rough
We all suggest you just give up
But I’m in it
To win it
For a minute
I’m gonna spit it and rip it
Even if you’re too confused to get it
Im smacking ya
with spectacular
vernacular
You suck like Dracula
biting a neck
&
writing a check
with mild respect
If you were your rhyme’s parent
I declare it
would be more apparent that you were guilty of child neglect
DAY ONE
“Rhyming” is something simply to forget
If it was a Blue Ray Disc? Just press the eject
DAY TWO
One buy a pet
Not the ice cream the kind That’ll sweat
DAY THREE
Let’s make a bet
You name the terms your price Will be met
DAY FOUR
You’re taking it to the vet
You’re killing your dog you’re The threat
And by…
DAY FIVE
Your dog went from living to dead
At a taxidermist getting it stuffed paw to head
After a coma as
A vegetable
Non edible
And the copay for medical
Bills have you
Ever so
Swimming in circular rows like the pool is the Target logo
Like speed boat motor strapped on Micheal Phelps
In incredible debt cuz you bought on lease you bozo
You’re bluffing but ain’t poker
You should only write on Yelps
In fact,
you’re precisely how not to act
like montegue and capulet
to be exact
how are you still in tact
If they’re asking us
you’re disastrous
Not to be critical
or cynical
or over-analytical
but the proportions are biblical
And carbon copy by more than a little tho
Practically exactly matching and identical
To Lazarus
Why don’t ya just Go to Africa
And have lions chase after ya
Maybe go work for McDonald’s
Then flip burgers with a spatula
Abra
cadabra
it’s magical after
a cadaver
grabbed a
latter
what’s sadder
is he looked 10 lbs fatter
With his photos scattered
splattered
on film by camera
But i had ta
Cuz the lines
I rhyme
This time
Two nickels
Pretending to be a dime
Fracture in the rapture
While I pitter padder
As if I’m broadcasting like I’m Dan rather
But this breaking news just in…
None of it Even mattered
