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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