

Prompt / Lyrics
I started this day on the right side of the bed...got enough sleep so im right in the head... Had enough to eat so i'm rightously fed... Light up my blunt now im high off my meds... thinkin' to myself that my life's is the best.. Thats when my wife wants to stress... Me over some bullshit that she's made up in her head... To disrupt all the hard work that I've shed.... Blood ,swet and tears for... All the years yours... Truly, foolishly, doofis-me... Did everything i could do to please... Please you ..don't ...even....saaaaaayyyy... "Thank you"... I wasn't expecting the fake you... To break through the great you... To recreate a fake new ..ungreatfull ,breaking the bank through...all of the checks that your ass cashed laughing all the way to the bank too...that were blank ,you...had me wrapped around your pinky finger... Even when the stink would linger.. I was always completely eager...to eat your beaver... But wouldn't you know it...when it came owing me , you'd go and blow it... Literally, you pitty me... Metaphorically, you were the trees in my forrestry... My golden orb that streaks... Across the sky , when I almost lost my eyes.. You were the voice that led my blind... You blessed my mind..and gave me a peace of it.. You were my sword in the stone... And my heater click... Clack...b-b-b-brrrraaaattt...p'-p-appp...braaappp.brappp... That was the sound that you make when I take my tube steak and move straight ... Into your poon tank... And move all your new drapes... And re-arrange your furniture , Til my words are slurred... And the verbs i preferred are merged... With barely scratching the surface of this ice burg... Cuz when I write words... I keep em tight ,sure... There not as tight as your dike purse... For you girl, I ask questions later...never hesitate to fight first... Cuz your life is all that my life's worth... Or so I used to believe...so I choose to be decieved.... Be relieved by the way you be my seed... Collector, receptacle, You've ingested several of my testicles like they were breakfast served after sex with yer.... Fine ass self...tell all the other guys that youre mine...or else... "Or else what"??? Bitch I was self tutt... "You mean self taught !?" Not to sound conceited but who the hell else hot...as I am ,I mean my dam... Frank Sinatra lookin optical opera was unstoppable as a copper bull that offers full.... Scholarship, if the mighty dollar slips.. I still got a baller chick.. That will always lick... My obelisk, no questions asked... Just swallow dick.. Not just a little tip... But basically all of this, I remember telling you if youre tired you can call it quits... But you remained solid since..the get go ,but then had to slip so... Hard and far off the target that you must've had your arm twist...twisted outta socket...you broke my heart ...I know...I just oughtta drop it.. Like its hot bitch... But your games are nonsense...now that I see the obvious.. Youre just an eff word head...quick to give head 4 fetty
Tags
Angry story telling hip hop, Classic rockstar male vocals, melodic Alternative rock, gangsta rap serenade, piano, drums
3:07
No
11/5/2025