Yea, I wrote a rap.

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Me and a good friend of mine wrote up some lyrics to a rap. Check it out, comment, w.e.

Name: Unknown at the time.

There's always a wicker who knew in advance
how humans fuck up so he'll give you a chance
You gotta make things right
Before yo life ends tonight
Think back to when you were a kid
of all the evil things you did
at thirteen you carried a knife in your pocket
you even crushed a man's eye socket
Started sellin' drugs
hangin' with the thugs
You thought you were bad
But you only made yo mom sad
That girl you raped and killed just for ya name
the only thing that did was put you to shame

-beat runs for a sec-

You dancin' with the devil now kid
sit and tell him what you did
stare at them evil eyes
they black as hell's skies
now stare at the dead girl's eyes of nothing
and try to tell us we are bluffin'
You know you gettin' locked away
so why you look like you gonna stay
They gonna put you away for a long time
So why you listenin' to me rhyme

-another pause for just music-

Go down to mexico
Make sure they don't know
As yo father I gotta say
This just ain't yo day
So now we give our last goodbye
I won't see you 'til I die
Life's a bitch, yeah I know
But see what happens when you try to run the show

-Last pause-

From here on out life comes fast
so don't look at the past
It's all about the street
and the mistakes you repeat
everyday you got a knife
willin' to take somebody's life
you a hard ass thug?
Bitch, what happens when God pulls the plug
What happens when karma comes to bite you
Everybody gonna live on despite you
You ass ain't so hard no mo'
cuz you just got pulled outta the flow
I was always there to give you advice
But now I can't be so nice
Motha Fucka you done too much to forgive
I decided you just cain't live
I guess I'm yo destiny and karma
I'm yo politician like Barak Obama
One lil difference, I ain't gonna be politically correct
I just ain't got that much intellect
I just put the gun to yo head
And pull the trigga, bitch you dead.