Writer boy, Writer boy screw Betty Boop
The bright lights are a callin
U sir are fallin
madly, completely
Truly, madly , deeply
Hold on don't shoot
Fuck her and her boot
Insatiable drive
Jesus is alive
An Atheist's parade
As blunt as a blade
Hook line and sinker
Boy ur a stinker
Victory march
Ur losin starch
The bright lights are a callin
U sir are fallin
madly, completely
Truly, madly , deeply
Hold on ,don't shoot
Fuck her and her boot
Insatiable drive
Jesus is alive
Jackson in heaven
Fuck Micheal Bevan
Scream ur lungs out
Whachu writin about
Ur sweating , perspiring
Hooters is hiring
Bare legged fools
Stupid girls and their jewels
Oh they are shiny
But them girls are just whiny
Writer Boy , Writer boy I said alley oop
Writer Boy , Writer boy what's the scoop
Ur ass is on fire
Premature desire
Heavily sedated
Tell Jim I made it
Fuck her words
Revenge of the nerds
Boy ur gna get it
Oh yeh, I said it
Final goodbyes
Post departure sighs
Interval arrival
Optimistic survival
Burn that hope
Smoke that dope
I said whoop whoop whoop!
Writer boy , Writer boy I said alley oop
Between her legs
You saw Golden eggs
Implanted seedling
Postmortem bleeding
Carnival of smoke
What a Joke
Soak, soak , soak
What a situation
Inbuilt Infatuation
The bright lights are a callin
U sir are fallin
madly, completely
Truly, madly , deeply
Hold on don't shoot
Fuck her and her boot
Insatiable drive
Jesus is alive
Pragmatic conclusion
Sodomy inclusion
Stop ur bullshit
Take ur last hit
Walk on down
Cut her gown
Wake up player
How Long to lay her
Morning sun rising
Rebellion arising
Walk that dog
Fix that clog
Writer boy, Writer boy I said stop now
Easy does it boy, don't have a cow
Words are unspoken
Hearts they are broken
Lay ur pen down
Lose the frown
Here's a dime
Thank u for ur time
Fuck this rhyme.
2 comments:
now THIS is how youre supposed to do it, see.
Saw :)
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