In a Flap

I'm more like a flapper than a white rapper I don't have the beat, I don't live on the street But I'm not clueless, cause my bro can do this U should hear him tell it, if u was a dawg u could smell it His freestyle's tite, he could rap all nite U ain't got to believe, I ain't here to deceive I know he's betta than u, cause u ain't got a clue So don't be missin his show, once he's got a demo U might learn sumthin son, if that could be done But u may be too slow, I'm sayin your intellect's low I may be pumpin him up and putting u down I can't help myself, you're such a clown If u painted your face, u wouldn't have to show it If u have a problem with that, u know where to stow it No offence given, you're too stupid to take it Show your face around here and I may have to break it I don't need a gun to pop a cap in yo ass I'm just using these words to make the time pass U keep messin with me, you'll do more than cry You'll be prayin to god that u lay down and die I'm wastin my time providin u with misery I got other things to do with my destiny And u ain't shit as u well know Son on that note, I gotta go Copyright 1979-2004 - Susan Elizabeth Mennecke