There's something called wine,
it comes from the vine,
it happens to warm up your throat!
It makes you feel older,
ur no longer colder,
u wish u could sober your goat!
Your goat? Your goat?
But what in the world'd u just wrote?
I once had a tiger, made out of fiber
but not like the type in your colon.
My tiger would stare
while I'd go do my hair
and he'd watch me, too, when I spoke.
Sometimes I rhyme, do it all the time,
comes out, easy, no prob.
It's fun, u know, to rhyme as u go,
as long as it ain't on the job.
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YO Marissa!
So you think you can rhyme, because you do it all the time?
This takes practice see..
Like going fast on a downhill ski.
I'm the rap master,
I can battle faster
This IS fun
Putting vino in my tum
Ironing my pants
I water my plants
While you get a tan
I drink soda out this can
and think about a plan
I'm fast, I hear it,
It's easy for me
I speak in dactylic hexameter naturally
While you iron pants and sippa da can
I rap, write, and chat, frying eggs in a pan.
What's your plan got to do w/ me?
I got a plan
Spinnin my words like a spider's silk hand
I got a plan
Walkin the town like I'm queena the land
And still findin time for the friends and fam
That's right don't mess.
I'm the rhymin woMAN.
A rhymin woMAN you may be,
But can you rap and swing from a tree?
I can because I'm dope
and I know how to tie a rope.
I was born with twine in my hands,
While other kids played in the sand
Why's this relevant? I dont know
When I rap, I just flow.
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