They Dont know
• Written by Lowercase-G
They dont know
what it takes
to make bank
they think its all great
its obvious, glaring, and its all of em.
They're shit.
Not a legend to be found.
Im calling em out.
Every one of you clowns.
I'm ready right here
to take yo ass down
you pick the time, the game, and the town
and Ill still bring my stupid ass around
to start a fight
Cause Its right,
to hold onto your word.
to write into the night
still knowing you're absurb
Its a wonderful world They dont know
Its a time and place they won't go.
Too scared of a beat that don't flow.
You should back up and take some notes
then take yourself home
but I know that you won't
'cause the thought of me helping
hurts you down to your bones
better be respect that I hear in your groans
I love your mom's sex best,
the way that she moans
Like she's choking on vanilla-dipped cones.
With A salty sauce serving
Served with a sermon promoting spermicide
Like microbial suicide on the side lines
Every single sperm, is waiting their turn
To burn in sight of her insides
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Lowercase-G
Member since December 14 2016