Fame

When I ride, I cant tell who's with me. Like seriously, looking at the country. Yeah when I am forty. Yeah this is corny, now listen to this story. So when I was three I had these friends named Cory and Lory. So seriously, these were my buddies. My apologies let me actually get to the story. Me and my friends were always so adventurous. We believed everything, like mysteries. Like me and Scooby Doo. After the investigations, we never found anything. We thought we would have fame. Honestly, when we heard a scurry, we would hurry to check it out, but it was really nothing. We were suffering. I would rather be burning, feel the sting on my body. So call me Corps Z. Like that was not ez. Soon we would give up, but would never. Because I was clever. However, I convinced them to come along, it felt like we were traveling to Hong Kong. Like it would be lifelong, but I was wrong, it only took 10 minutes, so yeah. Like we were mentally and physically strong. We had to be. We were ready. The we heard something. It was like a firecracker. It was going faster. But my rhymes are faster. He challenged me to a rap battle. So I spat rap god, and he did godzilla. I was like a ninja. I was a killa'. It was a chinchilla. When I pulled the trigga'. Thats america for you. (Just continue). Ok boo. So I had a clue. Because no one would release a chinchilla (cute). So I looked for the culprit, and found him. He was sitting in the apartment, and he was being a couch potato. Like thats low. Then I was going shotta flow. Like hello. Knock Knock. Ding Dong.