My Mad Rap

Yo, my name is Martin, but don't get me wrong,

I don't sit around fartin' all day long,

I rock out tough, cause I'm a real boss,

You ain't friends with me? Well that's your loss.

I know I'm white, but that don't mean that I can't rap,

But even when I really try, it all sounds like crap

Cause I ain't got skills like them homeboys do

Therefore, my raps all sound like poo.

BUT HEY! I don't care how my raps sound

Cause my mad rappin skills make yer head go round

And if you disagree, then you're in for some fun

I'll knock ya to the ground with the butt of my gun!

I roll around my hood with my homies by my side

But we never leave the neighborhood in which we reside

Cause them bigger gangs will kill us with their mighty powers

And dispose of our bodies within an hour

Now listen up fellas, I don't need to curse

because those terrible words will screw up my verse

But god damn, nigga, why can't you see?

Those shitty assed words don't work with me!

Well, I guess it's bout time that I wrap this up,

and Tell yo mamas that I said "wassup"

Cause I'm heading out to rap in bigger places

Imma be melting off some homeboys faces

Peace, I'm out.