Hooker's got paid
I can repeat the beat without knowing what I’m saying Just clap your hands and stand dead beat's just a playing Don’t shrink or think just feel me and keep on paying From the cantos to bantos from the pantos to rantos The desperate Esperanto’s all about the fat wrap They mime they rhyme fifteen minutes of their time It’s money in the bank skanks let’s make a phat rap From the cultis to multis from the Maltese to the falsies Words should cultivate and motivate berating literally I’m not getting paid haters hate but that's my itinerary Pull out your urban dictionary but listen to what I said I mean what I say in a relative way this is to be read Debating the tone you illiterate thugs Meaning is out there not under a rug Your deadly lyrics so you got paid Bullet to the head is all you repay From the Maltese to multis From the cantos to bantos You got paid
Copyright © John Beam | Year Posted 2017
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