RAP SONG

yo my heart is made of stone i be at home sittin on my throne

callen people on my phone yea and you be sittin in a box

waitin on a fox and although there a ton you dont get one

i come straight from heaven your raps you cant even

sell so you better get ready cause ima send you straight

to hell

yo i got you feeling sore and your asking for more look i

already knocked you down on the floor you know what for

you look as ugly as a hippo named zippo but look try to

shake me but you wont break me im just saying

thats it cause you cant spit the mic i just lit

so stop having a fit im the real rapper every time you

rap i turn over to a napper

how about you come up with a real verse and stop tryna

curse i bet every where you go your just a little boy

carrying a purse i think you need to see the nurse

i think im gonna snap intil you come up with a real rap im

tired of your crap so quit being a sad sap

listen to me ok just shut up cause you cant even come up

with one rhyme so quit wasting my time