A COMPLETE JOKE OF A RAP I WROTE.  GIVE IT A LISTEN IF YOU WANT TO GIGGLE AT RIDICULOUSNESS AND GARAGE BAND QUALITY BEATS =D

Spit it then quit it cause i’m not in it to win it, 

Just wanna hit it and quit it and let my wigga get wit it, 

N words the end of, my reign up above, 

I’ll only use that dumb word when they cook up big bird, into fried chicken, 

That guys my childhood man, don’t get me wrong, I got swag, 

Call it my stylehood man,

But thats not ernie and bert impressioned on my shirt,

It’s a cookiemonsta with moneybags taken out from the dirt, 

No fungus, fungi, just a fun guy, with a rap high, 

Bowtie, no fungi rye, on my sandwhich, manwhich, 

sloppy joes, 

how many napkins do I need? 

nobody knows.

It depends on the ratio of meat and bread, 

And when it comes down to that, 

I’m already ahead

Don’t dance, don’t prance, just let it rock, 

Popin and lockin and looking like you got jock itch, 

Bend your booty over here? nobody wanna see that,

Be that, or it, you need some fruits putty cat, 

Call hitch ma girl cuz you need a date, 

Then the boys’ll follow you like penelope taynt,

Insert your name then “please” they’ll be hollerin out, 

Then stick your booty over here cuz thats what its about.