It's batboy. I got banned for a little while because of the profanity of my previous lyrics. In the mean time, I did this one; it tells a little story:
Preachers’ spreadin’ like leaches,
**** religion, I’m a belieber in Selena’s anal features,
Need these nuns to disperse and
Make room for puns in this verse
Stuck on-board a sinkin’ ship so
starts peter panning out of it
Litters gold with glitter and
Steps-up his framework like an alchemist
A depressed melancholic alcoholic
Starts to frolic
No longer ridin’ his majesty’s bonnet
Growls and prowls
Steps on calamity, shuns it
Still lonely though
You can find ‘em grabbin’
A quick grub at the pub,
Sub-atomic ice and lube in
A cold hot-tub while he’s
Aberrant flagelence starts
Spreadin’ again like diseased
Homeless tenants on house arrest
The crest of a pest inked on his chest
Scared like a priest checkin’ a toddlers assets
Starts fallin’ back in an overflowing
Barrel of spit
Forms an alliance of no guidance
Makes no attempt to slice the silence
Fruit punch mixed with crack and sherry takes toll,
Future recedes like blackberry bold,
Bulbs take flickering dips
Lights start dimming and the trigger
Marks the ending
Would Selena be Ms Scott the lissom news lady ?
try to be serious. Looking for feedback.
There are a few lines I really like actually
Guy. Feedback. Bad? Good?
Its good but you aint no jay z
try making the ending a little less crazy
A few of your lines are outta beat
I believe bieber has a fetish for feet.
There. Critism in a rap.
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