I Wanna Be A Rap Song Ft. Gina Da Lesbian

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I want to be a rap song But I’m feeling this folk Wearing cloak I ain’t a joke I’ve got the eye of the fucking tiger And I am not a liar I’m just a very bad guesser And you are a half tryer Laughing as he spins like a fucking load in dryer Flows fierce as fire Closed weird and higher Than a wire that I was hired And required to admire Squealing like a tire Singing like a choir And I must acquire Someone with which to conspire I’m the golden child Whos holding the style And smiles of the islands I hide behind eyelids And will die with diamonds Built bed stuy in minutes I feel bad for midgets Hear crickets at exhibits When I glue them to the wall For not having tickets bitch Pay me in biscuits triscuits Just not penis my seamstress Screams “stress” when she sews me up I’m known to run And own a gun I dont use Because Anshu Doesn’t want me too. I want to be a rap song But I’m feeling this folk Wearing cloak I ain’t a joke