another rap thread

Cock my glock another shot.
The heart is cold the gun is hot
not sure if they seeing what.
feeling what.
they gotta stop.
The gun is cold the blood is hot
The hearts are weak the guns are not.

/discuss and post moar

Why does the UK think they can rap?

because rap is just ****** poems

my cock is top
your vagina's not
i love to walk
but i can't seem to stop

His palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy
There's vomit on his sweater already, mom's spaghetti
He's nervous, but on the surface he looks calm and ready
To drop bombs, but he keeps on forgettin
What he wrote down, the whole crowd goes so loud
He opens his mouth, but the words won't come out
He's choking, how everybody's joking now
The clock's run out, time's up over, bloah!
Snap back to reality, Oh there goes gravity