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- On To The Next 1
We got a million ways to pen it
Choose one.
Aye, bring it back
Now let them Dope Poets up on this track
I’m on to the next one
On to the next one (repeats)
- Understandably Untitled
Number one in my toolkit, #2 pencil
Will.i.write out the box? They call me jump-fence Bill.
I would’ve rhymed ’stencil’, but that’s too simple
You reap what you sew, so I needle nouns nimble.
Alliteration as absurd as abnormal AdSense words
Aka the Mad Adder of adjectives and adverbs.
Last name Smith, first name Wordsword
I eat nouns now & later hors [...]
- P[rude]nt
I used to be prudent
Second guess, dislike.
But now I’m being Judas
Betraying my right mind.
Usually I don’t do this
Still I just might
Since I express myself best
When I’m left to write.
Not ambidextrous but yes
Even my left is right.
Southpaw, jab left
On a NorthWest flight
Entendres doubled-over
No In-N-Outs, read it twice.
Now you double-doubled over
Can’t shake the fries.
Cause I’m sick with [...]
- Jacked and Jillted
Tell me how to break-up, quit
Someone you’ve never been with
No relationship, just myth
The relations continued forthwith.
They never committed
How did she acquit it?
Not a mistake
But she’ll admit it.
The empty space was erased
He filled it
Floating in space, no inhibition.
She was taken, so he hid it
He felt forsaken
Jacked and Jilted.
- Macintosha
iMac
She’s so PC
Told her to close Windows
This is not PG.
This is rated Macintosh,
OS X
I installed Parallels
Virtual, yes!
The best of both worlds
Powered by Intel
She gotta Dell on the side
But him she won’t tell.
Cause she likes my RAM
2.66 Gigahertz
I don’t play around
No m’am, iWork.
- Social Network 4play
She was pretty in the facebook
Slim in the waist.
He wrote on her wall
Friend me, post haste.
He. Could. Not. Wait.
She would say, “Nay
Facebook = myfriends.
Sent him a link to herspace.
He fell for the bait
He should’ve had a V8
Didn’t want her Top 8
He just wanted her AIM.
- Gangster Rapper/Actor
How come every rapper swear he gangsta?
Sold weed or coke, and done shot a whole gang up.
I’m sitting wondering if everyone slangs dust?
Who you serving to, your target market just aint us.
No respect to grandma’s manners you learned since pampers
Now everybody’s thinking you done time in the slammer
When you aint never once been arrested with [...]
- Word Smith
I write this with my right wrist
To be an author plus a writer
Does that make me arthritis?
My carpel tunnel is acting funny again
So I car pool in tunnels like paparazzi. Damn.
I didn’t say that, no that was my tourette’s
I’m on tour in Europe, rocking with The Jets
Audible like Brett, Audiger, so Smet
Not a metro-joe, but [...]
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