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- ABC’s of Alliteration
Assuming is for asinine analysts always angry and anguishing about augmented reality with aims to advance their alterior motives.
Backwards bigots blaming Blacks for being bottom-dwellers is blasphemous at best. Bloody bumbaclot bastards, boo!
Caniving cliche country chicks can cock-a-doodle-doo cash cows from countless (charitable) C-list celebrities.
Dictators delve in dimly dark dens, doing dastardly deeds & directly [...]
- 3s Company
You doggone right
She’s full of herself.
He took one look
His neck crook
Gestured a yep.
Then she told him
She needed some help
“I’m tired of tooting my own horn”.
So he blew it himself.
He flirted with her flute
And blew it to death
She came in humming herself.
Who you fooling?
She pursued it herself.
She’s the cougar
So he’s playing gazelle
And he’s doing it well
She’s [...]
- Animal Farm
My mama said there would be days like this
She aint say it was a rat race like this
Slow trap for cheese, but hoodrats holler quick
I kick it w/ my dogs who prefer the dark-meat chicks.
Police escorts, pigs in four doors
Napoleon complex, blue Ford Taurus
This is Manor Farm, the man is slumlord
Plantation 2.0, what you think [...]
- Sinners Prayer
He lived on the block like the rest of ‘em
But he was a square block so they tested him
His homeboys had no pops, lost to jail and sin
Both his parents were at home, pops was reverend.
He knew he couldn’t hang out with the “in kids”
Yes he asked daily, just to hear “no” again
His stay-at-home mom [...]
- Act 1
My life’s a play and I’m acting
But my lines are getting tired.
I play so many characters
Can’t remember which one’s mines.
This mask
This guise
I’m in denial.
The dis is just a disguise
Masquerade
I miss the old me.
I’m such a phony
I tried, to be honest
Till I saw hurt in her eyes
So I lied, like a dog does
Then my fleas turned [...]
- Shoulda, Woulda, Coulda
I shoulda been born rich with a silver spoon
I woulda been the golden child, like Midas do
I coulda had the green handed to me cleanly
Instead I’m dirty Richard, trying to get filthy Richie.
I shoulda built that tree-house in the backyard
A kindergarten-penthouse, tell me that aint hard?
It coulda still been standing while I sit and just [...]
- Strong Dislike
I know I shouldn’t use the word “hate”
I’m tryin
Mama said, you can’t say nothing nice
Be quiet
So I’ve been mime for weeks
But this meekness aint me
I’m tired of humble pie
I’m not lion, but need meat
I’m the nicest guy, um
You ever gonne meet
Till you hit my B side
Slice and dice you like beets
Tried to kill you with [...]

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