Music Therapy

Okay, so I apolgize in advance, what you are about to read will: A. Make you dumber. B. Offend some of you, and in that case, I apologize for my language, and I assure you that my views are not projected by my phresh vherbz. C. You tell me.

Its a sadaday night n'I got nothin to do

All I fuddin got is my mudda fuddin crew

They dont really like me

But I buy them all these nikE(e)s

And I hate just gettin  stuck in mah room like at schoo

Conans alright

but im feelin it tonight

My geddup is tight

and my fists are-ready to fight, aight?

Im dressed to impress

and my whip is phresh

these niggaz never seen such skillz in chess.

We pull up to the club and we swerve like a lesbian

WE act like thespians

and look like the mezcreans

We walk on in that door and we cool like a ceiling fan

we glide like pedestrians

and stride on dem bitches nigga.

Our doh be flyin all through the air

all dem bitches be scream gimme more cyfokair (a variation of my rap name)

Its rainin is pourin cause i been on dat grind

I been workin hard and dat success i find

Its never good to be one dem hate-in nigz

because sticks can break yo bones and dem twigz, bitch

I was rollin home, my mood kinda sober

I took a shower and watched steven colber

He made my laugh

and he made me cry

will smith dont cuss

but that aint I

Okay, so basically, this is embarrassing, but i had a horrible night and I had to unwind, so i made a slightly vulgar rap. Believe it or not, it works though, I started this thing depressed, and I finished comparing myself to will smith. Never fails. 

Listening: Dem Phresh Beats playin in mah headddddddd