Ode To Hip Hop

I got dreams of fucking a celebrity bitch So I'll be spitting on the pussies till I'm sucking them clits I heard that rap turned crap so I'm back in the shit And I don't need an orchestra to make a classic bitch You got to rap with auto tune that's cool with me You got your catchy hook that's cool with me You got ya tattoos and your jewelry But none of you motherfuckers can fool with me See it's as easy as cake Simple as whistling Dixie I guess I'm diuretic cause I'm making them piss Find the time for these rhymes even if I'm too busy Why yawl worry about what yawl drink smoke and sniffing So spit your game talk your shit Make it crack take your hit Quoting all the greatest I ain't playing when I'm saying this They got to love it I know they fucking hate it They acting like a bitch But I'm a dick so they take it I remember Tupac Shakur used to sing to me Had me feeling like rap was the thing to be Can't describe that feeling when I made my first beat Recorded my first track it was the air I'd breathe I never sleep cause sleep is the cousin of death I didn't need new shoes to put some pep in my step Got together with these dudes that would heighten my rep And now it's Phyr Squad till the fucking death You getting fucked by this white boy with no Vaseline Cause I'm all up on that ass like a tambourine If my rap was an act I'd be Charlie Sheen With a smart ass remark picked apart from memes It's hot in hell's kitchen But still I'm frost bitten Shitting like no he didn't Wiping my ass and splitting Why don't yawl pay attention Just shut your mouth and listen I'm paying homage I ain't here just reminiscing Why rap cause I need air time Why be on the curb with a why like I need a beer sign Would've could've should've motherfucker I must rhyme Yawl snaking on that munchie munch I'm eating up crunch time Forever, forever for ever ever I'll do that oh shit till his new shit is better My date with destiny I'm sure that I met her Probably a dumb drunk blonde so I'm quick to forget her I give a fuck about a bitch it'd be like me on dope I'd never find the time for the rhymes that I wrote Yawl ain't fucking with cause I'll stunt your growth Have you coming up short there Mugsey Bogus If rap was a bitch you'd have no pussy Maybe tongue kissing But still no pussy Hand in the jar But you get no cookie I do cause I can And they over look me