MY RAP
I can’t say his name or what he looks like, but everyone would agree when I say he is bright
He is nice, and he doesn’t have lice, he’s liked by everyone he’s met in his life
He’s also liked by every girl he’s ever knew, he has a clue, about everything you don’t
He’s like a clone of Sylvester Stallone, to him you’re a joke he’s never broke
Don’t think you intimidate him, you can’t break him, your spots taken
He doesn’t even listen to your bickering, stop quivering, or he’ll just give in
To fists being thrown at you, he’s my boy Blue, he wanted buckets to chuck at you
But didn’t do, cause he can keep his cool, he’s not a goof, he’s not a wierdo, and fear goes through you
When I talk about him you’r a tool,leave from his house and close the door, or he’ll show you his 44”
It holds more bullets in the clip than before, he won’t even shoot it, but uses it to pistol whip
Listen this is it, the marks to his IQ test, buddy don’t test me, when I say he’s what they call man beautiful
He’s Jewish though, he doesn’t even use dough, to pay for nothing, im not bluffing
And he’s not clutching anything when he goes to the store, he just bores through the opened door
He’s no more than a genius, and he’s also the cleanest, and he writes thesis, that will give you diseases
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