I tell you to get out of my way and you call me gay, you listen to what I spray comin at you in the Month of May.
You say my rhyming makes less sense than 50 and although that sounds nifty but quite a bit shifty, cause I'm telling stories and it all make sense, I am a bit richer forget the six pence or your two sense, not like I need it, I look at it and read it but no reason to keep it. I tell it and spell it and you're just like, "the hell with it," I say it all clear, so open your ear or I'll lose my shoe in your rear. I say it's your stuff that's shady, rhymes with no story, just random words lazy. They may have a nice sound but no meaning is found just words coming up lumpy like broken humpty dumpty.
Let me show you how it's done, this battle I've won here is one just for fun:
What’s up man? And I don’t mean Stan with the can of Spam in a frying pan, held in his right hand. I’m talking to you, Co, Dylan K, Polish Poppa, my dog who brings the laughs, non-stoppa. Even if you wanna, you can’t stop the man Co, who’s hitting up your baby’s mama.
So what’s going on, you keepin busy with workin, driving around the Honda Civic you’re jerkin the gears in the mirrors from the rear you see your friend in the back drinkin beers. Drop his ass off in the ditch, that son-of-a-bitch was trying to get you busted, that makes me discusted . I’ll beat his ass with my 20-pound bass, I’ve been fishin, yeah right you be wishin that maybe it’s true, but no fishing for me, I just let them be, let them live without a hook in they mouth, don’t look at me like that, you know what I’m talking about.
It’s about freedom to swim as they spin on the edge of the rim trying to avoid the pin that’s trying to suck them in, so they won’t have a life no more, pulled out of their home and thrown on the floor, beaten over the head with a 2X4.
I just realized something, I can rap so well, that what the hell, I should make it about vegans and animal rights, as I stand on stage in front of the bright lights. I’m doing it for a purpose, some sort of deeper meaning, to try to stop all the unnecessary animal beating.
I’ve got a gift and a talent and no need to waste it. I just spit it and spray it in their face so they taste it. I may have just discovered a new market, a vegan bodybuilder who can rap and hit the bull’s eye on the target. The best part is that it only takes me ten minutes to mark it, down on my paper, I am not a hater, but I try to be greater than you are, or I was, or that which I could be, so someday my children and childhood friends will see me, and hear me, and wanna be near me, cause I’ll be famous, shooting stars out my anus, collecting the payments from sponsors and shows, and pimpin my hoes. Naw, just playin again, I don’t need so many women, just one, just my only, my girl and my homey.
My vegan fitness model, riding full throttle, bouncing on my head like a bobble, all springy, not too clingy, but my friend and my best, above all the rest, my baby, my girl, my entire world. I know it’s a dream, but some day you’ll see me and my vegan baby eating soy ice cream on the swing on the porch lighting a torch for a candle if she can handle the night I have in store. Hanging out at the house, or the park, or the farm, all the matters is that she’ll be there in my arms…..
…Wait, hold up, back up for a minute, wasn’t this a rap song I was spittin? When did it turn into a story about gettin and hittin my dream girl, man I’m trippin. I need to get back to my roots, back to the rhyming about eating veggies and fruits, and the vegan stuff I was sayin, hopin and prayin these lyrics will be payin my bills off, so back off, and stay off, and don’t rip my words off. These lyrics are mine, it’s a trademark in time to copyright my rhyme, so I should be just fine.
Alright my Dirty, this one’s been wordy, so I’ll put my pen down in a hurry, come back at me, Mr. Napolean Dynamite Nerdy.
Keegan The Vegan
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