by BREE
Wet Rag, dripping down on
The floor, it's something you
Can't ignore, like ICE thinking
It's nice to put my Sha'yraa back
We ain't having it
It being scary follow
The red balloon towards
Your secured doom, where
A strange creep called
A clown looks to eat mine
And your dreams
Being mad, made sad
Because your personality
Ain't where it at, but keep
Playing and watch what
Happens and I'm not
Just saying
Your stupid, dumb, slow,
not-smart like those new
Commercials for pop-tart,
Those crusty, dusty, musty
Breakfast food
You a dumb fool, go get
Your tools, before granny
Go old school, it's like you
Too cool to recognize your
Mistakes, that you make
Seem fake, hmph
I can't relate
Tried to keep a straight face,
But like Prince's sexuality,
It's like a heart monitor,
Goes up and down, round and
Round, it isn't safe or sound
Put it on a poster make it
LOUD
LOUD as clout, like a fire, I
Can't put you out, my weed
Is like the seed of my new need,
To please my feelings, feelings so
Deep in my feelings, that it goes
Beyond the ceilings
Fag, I know the word is as
Horrible as jet lag, keeps me
Up like an old hag, I try to
Relax, keep it straight facts
That I spit what I feel like
Needs to be out like money stacks
Wanna know why boys sag
Because they booty ain't
Juicy, it's their stupidity
In their integrity, like How
It's in their blood, until it's
Their blood that creates a flood
This big juicy lips, from the
Tip of my head down to my hips,
giving me chills, can't be paying
Hospital bills, so use protection,
Trying to surplease my satisfaction,
Creating a fraction
Skin not on skin, trying
Not to lead to a sin,
put your clothes in the tin,
Wash them nice and clean,
Like the washing
Machine, fighting the stained
Feeling in me
Wet lag, wet swag, wet sag,
Wet dog, wet log, wet pussycat,
We spot where she just sat,
Can't laugh because
It's all the things that human
Beings, begins to add up, wet rag