Have you ever heard of a, rap song murderer/ that got worse- er & worse fur,every curse word/ every dispersed verb,this nerds got ass-burgers/ his raps further,than he thought it would go/ over shot the target,& burned in the snow/ been banned on every discord server I show/,my stupid little face in,let's face it,it blows/...the replacements that try & take his place with the flows/ but they can't make his clone/ his fabric is stoned,on average it's flown/ circles,while circling the caverns of Rome/-en catholic Popes,this rap here's dope/ crisis actors get soaked,the big jokes/ on them as I poke them with my pen/ & knock em' off their soap,box til they're broke/ spill their hoax,shills in cloaks/ smoke and mirrors, open your ear lobes/ I wrote this here homes, just as it appears so/ we never fear those,than can kill the flesh/ fuckin weirdos,worshipping Gilgamesh/ endorcing children's kept, in cages til they're necks/ get strangled,but will their deaths/ be in vain yo, I'd say no,I'm jus' sayin' though..Flatter Day---Saints--(CHORUS) If this isn't a love song then what's wrong, with the punch lawn/"YOU MEAN THE PUNCHLINE!?!"- I've done enough time,to know that sometimes/it doesn't pay in crunch time/leaving the bank after you robbed them with a gun blind/just to flee the scene of a dumb crime/get away clean,then crash into the back of a one time/unless you're a stunt driver,runnin' over umpires/ that can't strike back, if you need to eat a light snack/ before you get on that pilots lap,like flight paths/my life past,before my very eyes fast/ then I saw the light flash/ and time sat, still and I had to fill/ the empty void I had deep in my soul/ some people are cold,some evil I know/ some deceitful,lie low/ some of them vile, just a big pile/ of shit that you stepped into ,on the tile/ I'm on the mile,high club while/ I go down with the ship,into the abyss/ been in through the mist,got the plot,I was into it thick/ don't get your panties into a twist/ or once again they get pissed,& then they get drenched/& then they get sent,to the cleaners when they get rinsed/it's ten days from the tenth,I'm been late on the rent/workin' my ass off but it ain't makin' a dent/if it ain't makin' daneero,it ain't makin' no cent/- I hate takin shit,from these fake hateful men/who won't take it in,jest,what I say in my text/ what I play in my next, flat ,flat...flat..outta Compton, city,city of Bompton,like a bat out of hell/ it's a pitty they stopped him,and locked him/ in a cage with idiots, con men/ literally, figuratively ,metaphors,deliverance free/ on accident ,lost track again,deliberately/ cuz' without an education to get a degree/ I'm in it to be,what I was meant to become/ I wasn't meant to be plumb,,, Bob/level square pants,under the sea,with an air mask/ doing my shared tasks, groovin' to blaired trance/ with an impaired tramp, as we square dance..(CHORUS) soooo if you like this song I wrote..song song ,sing along,row row ya boat.."Oh NO,NO YOU DONT!"
FlatNasty
