Chillin Like A VillainA Poem by Mario VitaleRap game lockedWord I gots this rap game locked homeboy do think a lot going up stream like a sperm was late for you momma waiting on her perm Bruh they don't make rap like they used to Hook: Got a bounce for the ounce and a baby in the oven got laid from yo baby momma Uncle Pete's second cousin you say you got rhyme but you can't rap working to hard can give you a heart attack So you look at this life as a court jester with kings & queens a drawn out wizard that drank to much that he lost his liver yeah you bet I can deliver put the receiver on check and I'm still on the mic living in a land so very mean peeps do scream switch to yo next flavor of ice cream nothing green yo momma's such a phoney said she know me so she blew me in the shower tower of power got screams of passion inside my brain stereo blasting my favorite song chillin as Rodney King can't we all just get along old school new school how you do homeboy bitten off more then he could chew so I slay the lion with my sword so spread the word as if you haven't heard rap is not for the love level p***y got junk in the trunk & my beats be busy standing alone on my own two feet once this life is done no chance at any repeat see ya on the flip side squeeze going to knock you to ya knees yeah my fantasy world is still in my dreams Satan laughing spreads his wings
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AuthorMario VitaleWolcott, CTAboutPublished 1,000 poems featured on Poetrysoup, Starlitecafe, Allpoetry & Neopoet.com more..Writing
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