Preferred Band/Artist: AKA
I committed a felony, a rhyming crime if you please
So get of your high horse and phone the literacy police
I’ve got this flow that I’m lyrically waxing
Like homeless man on the corner beat boxing
Just a guy who can’t seem to sleep
So I’m dropping some words to the sound of a beat
My hands can’t keep up with the words that I’m spewing
I’m like the those three little quackers Huey, Louis and Dewey
What’s up with that, did this white boy go bonkers
Now I'm loading Windows 95, playing Command and Conquer
What a trip this homeboy be on
If you add Weezy and Nicki this would be a hit song
Young money, with a misplaced guy from the farm
That seems hilarious, man you can’t go wrong
Yo Fat Mike, drop that beat
you crackers be hungry, for the other white meat
Snoop Lion goes Roar, and P Diddy goes Poof
I’m the rainmaker telling the base to go doof
This is where I’m at y’all, Jay Z aint got nothing on me
He is married to Beyonce, while I’m getting hookers for free
Oh please Rihanna, whose that chick? She reminds me of some soft serve she just needs a lick
I’m no gangsta I rap from my bed, pretending I'm in my castle or Katy Perry's bed
Whiteboy got skills, Whiteboy be preaching, Whiteboy be giving college girls a good teaching
I aint no Eminem I don’t rap about Mom, my skanky ex girlfriend or where I am from
Signing record deals and making YouTube videos is whack. Most of them yocals just do it for crack
Drugs are bad children stay away from that stuff, it makes you hallucinate, vomit and spit
Rather get to that dance floor while the DJ spins that track of this African Whiteboy who thinks that he's black.
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