Like they be going out of style,
Changing up the mix,
Cuz you know it's been a while.
Freestyle rapping
Is a 'Thing Liked by Me'.
You better listen carefully,
These skills don't come for free.
I haven't rapped since,
Back in 1986.
When I lived inside the womb,
and my mom was playing tricks.
Just joking all my friends,
My mama ain't like that.
My lyrics often tell a lie,
But let's get back on track.
Erupted from her tummy,
Couldn't stand it anymore!
Got myself a crib,
Made of gold, with nice decor.
I grew up pretty happy,
A result of being spoiled.
Wait- spelling error,
I meant to say 'soiled'.
Huggies, Pampers, Wet-Ones,
Didn't help me none.
Poop was always coming,
Out my bummy bum.
Then my lil' sis was born,
and I was rightly pissed.
What the hell you doing here?
Come and meet my fist.
Ran away from home,
Came back that afternoon.
Taught my rents a lesson,
Still got sent to my room.
Then one day I grew up tall,
And I turned into a lady.
Watched Breaker High,
Dry humped to Slim Shady.
Spent a year in Israel,
Got to know the culture.
Spent a year in Israel,
Israeli men are vultures.
I got an education,
And it was worth the price.
Now I'm living like a baller,
Eating pizza by the slice.
I could rhyme like this for hours,
I could rap with you all night.
But I've got a million things to do,
Catch you later, Aight?
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