Free Write (No Meaning)

I'm here sittin with my own breed, chillin wit me hombres, im writing on this cause I cannot make my own beat

These amateurs lines, paired up with amateur rhymes, creates the perfect concoction of drake and lil wayne

Another auction for these albums will give me some real pain.

So instead I fucked a Barista, her mother and sister, I pre-ejaculated and yelled Hasta la Vista,

Hitting them three in a row, I'm pretty much like Trevor Ariza, shit escalated so quickly, I was catching a fever

More bling than Justin Bieber, I'm gettin them rings calling me Bilbo, girls be playin wit me like dildos, but I was Baggins some baggage,

bitches think that im average, these bimbos and faggots better leave or they gonna really GET IT!

 

 

Walking to work on my new ride, people staring thinking that I got no pride.

Look at this guy, with vigorous eyes, thickness in thighs,

beneath all the sickness and lies, im seein through the disguise,

vigilant spies, indigenous guys from australian tribes,

i guess you can say i revived, got a messy tan spray in thai,

just a couple of guys, mussel and fries, never even ruffled or cried,

I guess women are just an emotional kind.

 

 

Highly predictable, can't hide my predicament, all these fatal fable like Romeo,

they told me to lay low, hide under the table, it's highly unstable,

like me on a friday night with two vodka bottles,

I broke the table in half, tried to stick it back with sticky plas

tic but it wouldn't stick, and they said its not fixable

but I grabbed both pieces and put in 200 staples,

woke up from this dream realised its all fictional

a fantasy within a screen filled with pixels and visuals

 

 

I play with cards in bars next to a board for darts, siphon my jars with thick cigar smoke and also my thoughts and farts

These tongue twisters are twisting my lyrical cypher, many hidden terms, learn it to dicypher

Considered to be a mysterious writer, hieroglyphics, unrealistic, my writing so perfect, blink and you'll miss it.

I Jack Kings and Queens, fucking Aced the little fighter, Peter Pipper's peanutbutter jar got a little tighter

I guess you can say that I tie up loose ends with glue sticks on both hands.