aight me and my friend get bored at work and start writing verses, he was like "write a verse about anything"
So I decided to try multi-syllable rhyming for once.
Sittin back chillin watching the dripping faucet,
It's some hippie nonsense, 4 tripping blonde kids.
Eating honeybaked rotisserie sausage.
Most of them quit school, they were bored in college.
There's a fairy on my shoulder, a 4 inch blonde bitch.
She says watch out for more horrid nonsense.
That tsunami? Caused by Corrine's twat itch.
So I hide in my adorable cottage, holding on to the bomb switch
I'm payin top dollar for whats in that bowl.
I'm too high for this, i'm seeing fractals.
Weed buds lookin like they were rolled on salt.
Hold on park, you were doomed from the start,
I gotta fart.
This is the part where animated cartoons dance,
prance like fancy ballroom pants.
This is more like a rant, fortitude chance.
Whatchu four to two Oh plans? (4-20)
Hang with ya fourty two old parents?