Popin' Off
• Written by Conor
Conor's Notes
3rd Rap in one day, only started writing today so any feedback appreciated
Popin' off as I arrive at the scene,
They ropin' it off, damn they so mean.
There he is, my brother and his queen,
From another mother,
But damn we grew up together.
Why does it even matter?
I can see his shirt in tatters,
Oh and the spatters, its like the mad hatters!
How did he not realise?
Those fuckers were not real guys.
All he did was get badder and badder,
Then it all came down with a shatter!
A clatter, he got clapped in a drive by.
We at the funeral,
Time to say bye bye, Why?
Why, why, why?
Popin' off as I arrive at the scene,
They ropin' it off, damn they so mean.
There he is, my brother and his queen,
From another mother,
But damn we grew up together.
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Conor
Member since September 14 2014