Pointless Rap

This rap does not mean anything. I'm telling you that, first.

So you don't get angry if you think I half-assed this verse.

Four fricken hours flew by fairly swiftly since 'twas twelve.

That makes it four o'clock around now. Did the math myself.

Not even my dogs are stirring. Motionless like ragdolls.

Silent... like my hormones after I have just jacked off.

That was uncalled for, I say. My sorries are super sincere.

Those won't be the most eerily weird penis lyrics you'll hear.

You're still warming up to me. Recently registered on RapPad.

I hope you fellows and the Blueprints don't think my raps are half bad.

I'll bring a bunch of banter. You'll feel truly entertained.

I told you this rap was pointless. Please refrain straining your brain

thinking about how this rap might have subliminal messages.

'Cuz it doesn't, mothafucka. I'll cut off ya appendages.

Just joking, jackass. I wouldn't do nuthin' to hurt ya...

or would I? I might curb stomp ya 'til ya screamin' "Murda! Murda!"

I don't know what was up with that accent I had just now

but it kinda kept consistent and flowed like a busted nut. Pow!

Was that simile disgusting enough for ya? Enjoy!

If the rap game had a boss well then, boy, I would be employed.

Yo soy Tyler and I am knocking out competition.

To be one of the greatest rappers of all time is my mission.

Listen, I understand I'm required to prove some more

before you open the door to welcome me and explore

my raps and such but just trust me I can really bring it.

I plan on being a jewel not only a small trinket.

I'll blossom like a substantial sunflower in a garden.

Pardon me if I sound so sick that I might need a warden.

There I go tooting my own horn, but it's not very loud.

The sound must stand out in order to gain a growing crowd.

This piece was pointless but I think that my raps won't get old.

Now sit patiently and wait while watching this zero turn to gold.