Booter

A rose by any other name would smell like shit

Bust out the papers and the Bic and take a hit

Take it in deep and let your mind get crushed to bits

But sit back and relax if you prone to epileptic fits

I am the master and you are a prima donna

Everything I do I do because I wanna

Dust in the wind, but forget about my mantra

My blood is thick with Lyme disease and marijuana

Don’t sell out, sell in, through thick, medium, or thin

Spent last year playin the game but now it’s time for me to win.

Feelin like a Gemini separated from his twin

Dreamt the finish line, but never really did begin

I’ve been rapping for just a few hours

But you’re intrigued by the beat and my lyrical powers

Businessman knocks from the Radio Towers

But they hold you at gunpoint as you admire the flowers

Whoa - We gotta slow it down.

i’m new to the game and there’s no need in racin for the crown

I ain’t looking to get money or for world renown

I’m just tryna turn Booter to a proper noun