Err Spray
Little Peep Boo
gonna give a ghost face
sneak peek preview
And the Casper Whine burgs
ain’t gon like
the skeleton keyhole truth
We be thee former chain gang,
(y’all know us)
the Menace to Society butt pang
Yeah, klan bruh ... we got the lynch spirit
hanging broken limb tough
Steal it seems,
the Cottonmouth Man (with the head-cracking Cain)
ain’t beat us down enough
Spitting viper shade
is the err spray
that the head cracker love
Hissing hate, forged link made,
is the money play
When push comes to shove
Little Peep Boo
ain’t trying to
subliminally scare you
So take a commercial break,
if your moral bowels
have to drop a few
Just remember to press
the refresh button
When you spray the err
Steal it won’t
conscience clearly absolve you
of the awful things you shackled allowed
sphincter lips to enamel do do
That’s the hard truth of it —
Little spook me
is gonna freely grin spit
shine on some shuffling shoes
Let the sunset crimson reflection
of those mourning blue hues
fall on pale faces
that darkly spread bad news
Lizard skin boots,
wearing dandruff suits,
are croc dropping flaky truth
Spitting viper shade
is the err spray
making follycle souls uncouth
Little Peep Boo
ain’t sunburn afraid to
nappy head bleating heart tell you:
There’s a rug on fire,
and it’s spreading to the roof
Seems the err spray can
of Medusa worms
just wasn’t self-explode proof
Copyright © Freddie Robinson Jr. | Year Posted 2019
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