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bobhaddad (37)in #writing • 8 years ago

Gentleman and ladies

The show is about to begin

I hope you left your babies at home with your next of kin

These little tit suckers

Cry a lot it bothers

Me so i tie their little nut

In a knot till they stop

I'm kidding its a joke

Im an entertainer thats my job

My name is bob

I'm a blob

Forgive me if i rob

All your attention cuz i'm initializing my rhyming technique

And im hypnotizing you by the words i speak

I need you to focus on the beats

Im taking you off your seats

Levitation for the nation that's fighting invasion on the streets

Courage is key in the elimination of the enemy

so fight if you want to stay free

stand beside me for victory

Im building an army and

You are my soldiers

I need you to Grab your forks and salters

And follow me to the waters

Wait somethings comin towards us

Look its a flying saucer

Shoot it with the sauce and

Run for the doors ill

Rap a cork with some pork

attach it to my fork

set it on fire and fire the smoked pork

into my mouth and down my tummy cuz its yummy

Just like my mummy used to do it for me

When i was a little kid i used to write poetry

But Now i run a rap ministry thats shaken this whole industry and

Overtaken its military with an infantry of infants and infamous misfits

Bruce willis, two midgets

And a chick who gave me her digits

And said to call her whenever i need neo from the matrix

Together we erased this

Treacherous threat of evil dead

That has no respect for its peoples intellect

And has infected their heads

With diseases that spread

faster than you get out of bed

Or out of debt

Sinking to the depths of regret

Thinking will i ever forget

The neglect

Dreaming of a vortex

To jump in by myselfI’m making you pay. Sippin’ Bombay when I bomb bays,

Get zapped, left slipping into a coma, chest twitchin’

Even the best left wishing for death with their pecs missing

Next mission. flex with a tec got it pressed to my next victim

Its a mess when I get flesh rippin’ nothin less than the best writtens

I’m predictin’ “Fury”, got ammunition by the “tank” full

My blast hurts ankles like Kurt Angle, I turn thankful,

when I see ya neck broken and bent at a turned angle.

Look in my eyes, a devil in disguise like a burned angel

Bombs fly, fall from the sky, get ya shirt mangled

Im tangled in your girls fishnets just to even the score

Explode like a depth charge without even leaving the shore

I pack my mouth with enough C4 to make my teeth sore, so

Before you leave to see the sea floor better believe I’ll need more

When I see gore, all I want to do is make you bleed more

I’ll probably be sore, running this track until my knees tore

Im Iron Man mixed with Hulk and I don’t even need Thor

Im a masked villain committ