Ways
• Written by rapkylle
rapkylle's Notes
Yeah, please read and review! constructive feedback, hell even a prop, would mean the world to me
The way I'm punching in these crazy phrases
To run it another way to say is that I got an occupation
As a hostile patient Hidden in a hostel basement
Waiting for the shot to escape, this nonsense and frustration
They often say it's impossible, It's bonkers you comical
bottom row of the bronze and gold social ladder, bother? don't
Ponder, just grow a fondness for a bottle of open barnacles
Well, total honesty, between you, your boss and me, you horny hoe
whatcha gonna go be, known for owning a benjamin?
Then you stand against, turn on your homies, thrown ashore alone,
die a hornigold, to atone, a hundred fold, for the sins you did admit
For those you claim friends commit, get in the thunder cold, plant the rows
for a sun that creeps but doesn't want to show, just so you could reap what you never sow
As consequence, once again with your constant rants, don't you understand,
Don't criticise, scold what he decides though, as unwise folly
Choices, just noises I'd best surmise fully, staying in this caste won't suffice for me
And if you're thinking I won't make it hot what they done thought
Well, ain't no prob I got the same shovel that daemon brought
Used it to tunnel against the rocks to a new place and bought
A cayman porsche, dropped his name adopt
An alias to suit the suit top he rocked from this crude snob he robbed
So what would stop me from copying his ways and doing the same
Hell, probably be scott-free, doubt I'd be duly caught
So much for being on duty cops, HAH!
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rapkylle
Member since September 23 2013