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Hobo rap battle
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a little writing excersize for myself...


the names producer joe, im the guy behind the glass
here with some more spit-takes in the form of a rap
ill battle a bum and leave'em how i found'em, smashed
cuz your hobo rhymes are like your bed, that shit is just trash
and ill probably catch a rash if i stand too close
ill treat this flow like zanes ribs and leave this hobo broke
except the bum beat me to it, hes broke enough i suppose
guess ill call up cat footwear and see if we can get this man some clothes
cuz im the donkey, why dont you honk if you saw me
i drop bombs on all the chicks and makem wish they were my carney
im the general on the front lines with the butter street team army
and green day gary at my back so that these bums cant harm me
when i do bizzare things i do it calmly, cuz i aint shook
ill leave your head spinnin like my wheel when my pranks booked
and choke you like zane with a chicken that aint cooked
cuz im producer joe, why dont you tell my how my taint look


kinda fell off at the end cuz I had to write around "tell me how my taint look" but whatever...doubt youll figure out the timing and flow of it...but i know it Smile
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