Rap Jesus
i sling rhymes
like i fling stones;
miraculous style
bound to rock your dome.
i got metaphors
like a fortune teller;
for sense like a psychic
when i predict futures.
my two cents
make so much sense
i gain interest.
i'm a bank-teller storytelling
shorty loving typo fellow;
clever like a rapper but lazy
wont spit it loco gringo.
just pen it and sling it
type borracho.
best go get your poncho
cuz im turning water to cerveza
then im dropping some rain on ya.
tasty styles token so your bound to be saying
is this hound playing or was he born easter morning?
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Copyright © Oldcrow Poet | Year Posted 2009
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