wanna be a rappa, not a checkout chick

who goes on the mic to get a price check on fish

I wanna be a rappa not a petropunk,

Who walks around for months

with oil stains on his jumper

I wanna be a rappa not a ho backstage

at an Eminem show

earnin' minimum wage

I wanna be rap-rap-rap-rap-rap-rap………….

I wanna be a rappa

don't wanna earn tips

I would've been-a gettin' pirate

and bombin' some ships

Droppin' some shells

from this elicit spit

Precise in the moment

and talkin' in the [bad word] 
I gotta secret

but I wanna release the info

I heard that you're a slave for the tempo

Slow back home beats the hip-hop intro

Sink it

with experimental rap flows

Freak it

with how your body would go, then just

Tweak it

and see how bright it would glow

Then just repeat it

so it will go in some more

Then just leave it

and walk straight out the door

You see I'm quick back

in a fast aria

Takin' powerful whacks

like I want to count back

I gotta check to see if I'm on the right track

Clickitty-clack

Wiggitty-whack

You see I

wind the vine

in mission of the rock rhyme

No-one mattered to my words I find

Bump-and-grindin’

Soakin’ the shock

Hip-hop’s

Hittin’ ya, lickin’ you from the top

Bill’s donor

shift of the crotch

Gonna

cease the moment

that won’t let you drop

Rap-rap-rap-rap-rap-rap-rap-rap

Been on stage

with enormous applauses

Havin’ the people

chant at my [bad word] 
Drop (Yo, give her some air)

Pinnacle of stained poses

You call that cheap but I’m on horses

You could just hear
 [bad word] the forces [bad word] hear

‘cause I wanna enforce it

Wa-wa-wa-wa-wanna enforce it

Wa-wa-wa-wa-wanna enforce it

Wa-wa-wa-wa-wanna enforce it

Wa-wa-wa-wa-wanna enforce it

force it, force it, force it, force it

Wa-wa-wa-wa-wanna enforce it

Wa-wa-wa-wa-wanna enforce it

Wa-wa-wa-wa-wanna enforce it

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