I cant remember the lyrics but it goes something like
then some lyrics about a girl
then the guitar goes
(ba ba ba papapapa
baaa babababa baaaa babababa
then there's a kind of cool rythm to it that sounds like a bongo being played under water.
I'm a mind raper
I'm a fine rapper
You'd better stay out of my way
Cause my nine's always strapped
Even on laundry day
Got my glock tucked in my sweatpants
Quarter cup of Tide® Enhance™
Roll up to the laundromat
You want yo titties autographed?
You may not be a playa
But you got some pretty eyes
You oughta find a pretty girl
Get between her pretty thighs
Buy her pointless gifts
And tell her little lies
Like how you'd love to meet her dad
And say you really like her hair
Claim you'll never leave her side
Your life you'll always share
If her friends don't aprove
Make her dump those f*ck*ng hoes
She dont need them if she has you
But absolutely keep your bros
Always care to keep her happy
If she's mad, it really doesn't matter
Just buy that b*tch some chocolate
Then ask if she thinks she's getting fatter
Then one day you come home early
Find some dude inside your bed
You'll ask "how could you do this?"
"I like this dude instead"
Then a few weeks later
Your fling over, her to blame
She'll max the credit cards you shared
They were really in your name
And somehow she turned your mom against you
Good thing your friends are on your side
Except of course for chad
Cause he's making her his bride
I always have to pity guys
Who fall in love with pretty eyes
And fly high in sh*tty skies
Father Christmas carries a sack
Filled with 420 kilos of crack
Father Christmas, give us a hit
Roll up a joint of your dankest sh*t
Father Spliffmas sing us a song
Get out your matches and light up the bong
Bobby is an amputee
He's got no elbows got no knees
But Bobby moves- to some degree
When Bobby bobs across the sea
Our love is like a pilot light
Burning long, burning bright
But if that light beomes erratic
And gas leaks out into my attic
The compresser on my fridge turns on
Bam! the relics of my life are gone
oh mum, don't kill me if you can't afford dowry.
oh mum,don't kill me if you want a boy to birth,
oh mum, throw me alive to live on this earth,
oh mum, don't dig a hole to hide me as indian myth;
oh mum, just educate me then never feel sorry.
i shall serve you as a servant don't feel pain my living,
please ask my brother if he can protect me if dare having.
I can walk on thorns to keep you happy don't cage my
why is Indian culture don't believe that I am also human?
why is security matter for me as a man is nudity fan?
don't afraid from gangs they are coward can't face a girl,
they can't love to daughter and sisters, looking beauty
they kill girls, demanding dowry, live in a cultural
when women 'll be free in india that's facing degrading
I got a bad case of the avian flu
It's a bad case and the prescription is you
There's a bird out there that's gotten me
That writes mad rhymes to a Rotten T
DRIFTING IN THE HALE-BOPP
The puzzle comes apart deep in the sky;
calls nothing that is concrete to the mind;
as far as we can tell and meets the eye
the reason for the tail's not ours to find.
We stand confused, and only guess at why
the wonder of it all has stilled our voice
did David Korish ever really die?
and is it all worked out, with little choice?
Mount Carmel but a coming of an age
the catostrophic ending of mistake,
what hope is there to ever quell the rage
appeassing what is wrong, for honors sake?
Is there a sign that's ever flown the sky
or is it just a dream where-in we die?
© ron wilson aka vee bdosa the doylestown poet
Today I saw a hawk suddenly appear swooped and
grabbed a sparrow standing on a phone line.
It sat on an old oak tree tearing it victim apart
and since it was sated other sparrows flew about
without fear. The human world is more complex
we use religion to commit murder, this time as
often Islam a peaceful religion, has once again been
used as an excuse for murder.
This modern life soaked in blood, but we only react
to what we see, grisly murder enacted by idiots,
who do not deserve to be understood by liberals.
Yet I wish there were a phone camera ready when
drones tear limbs from the innocents´ bodies, most
of them children who do not understand why.