I never post my shit here and idk why, but anyway I just wrote this song I'll hopefully be recording tomorrow, I'ma just post my 3 verses without the hook
So I’m sitting by my lonesome, alone some,
checking for a girl so I phone one hoping for a homerun,
and I don’t mean that slut or this slut,
I switched up in disgust thinking what we discussed,
what I mean is, only if she picks up,
but it’s fucked, I didn’t mean to disrupt,
yeah check it I’m back to wreck it,
and misrepresent what it is you respected,
see I’m back to write the darkest shit,
so I start this envisioning a carcass lit,
and it’s marvelous, see the spark and spit,
and it's arsenic how’d I harvest this?
well I harbored it, and kept going with that,
and when I saw the lit match, well I harnessed it,
yeah I’m back to send the world this in thoroughness,
and it’s almost as amazing as when two girls kiss…
If you thought I was told to chill,
know I’m cold as ice and twice folded still,
and I don’t even rhyme I suppose it’s ill,
to bulldoze and kill and just, mow at will,
so I don’t gotta flow you should know it’s still,
as the target moves I just wrote for thrills,
I said it’s cutthroat see it’s dope until,
a real throat gets cut and blood goes to spill,
I do it for the sport,
I do it for the fourth of you who support the three fourths of you,
that never gave shit so I’m forced to do,
what I’ve done here, and on a course anew, until I’m horse and blue,
I wait to be judged when the courts are due,
and the jury in,
I’ll give an injury till the gurney spins,
it’s my life in a journal let the journey begin…
I guess I’m just a misfit, and I missed this,
did this even spark your interest?
you dipshits, I am back to lift this,
to pick this up cause it’s more of a gift it’s,
not a picnic it’s life intrinsic,
despite what you like I will write to finish,
I will write till I diminish in a sentence, relentless as critics,
so I really I meant this shit it’s,
like a storm to inform the weak,
that as a norm I speak I'm here to warn the bleak,
that I been there,
plead the fifth I’m in gear,
to sincere-ly reappear then disappear,
yeah it’s magic I grab her, then murder,
haven’t you heard a abbra cadaver?
yeah it’s funny so laugh at that rap,
but it’s only really a joke if I back track…
this isn't meant as a serious song, tho the lyrics might portray it that way, it's more of a funny/serious song