A weird little beat I threw together, and (below) are the lyrics to a random rap I wrote in about ten minutes.
"They told me not to talk to you, but I do it anyway!
I’m like a Spider, Takin back my vengeance, Eight little legs at a time, I feel sickness,
I’m so quickness, burnin without forgiveness, Frame myself for murder when I shot my own witness,
In the endless, no one’s ever sinless, the door kept creackin so I knocked it off the hinges,
Pop the needle out, flicking on syringes, adore my euphoria, ladies start your engines,
No sentence, holds my admittance, I aint sittin on the Prison Court Yard Benches.
I throw wrenches and everybody flinches, The smell of empowerment, that is what the stench is.
I’m 6’2” maybe give or take some inches, I aint miniature, but I still got pinches,
I aint a bunny but I’m still hoppin fences, and if that isn’t clear, then baby check ya lenses."