Rap-E

If I was a rapper I would go by Rap-E,
I would bust phat rhymes and speak so free-lee,

I would be so out spoken and beyond anyone's dreams,
No one would call me a rapper, but the king rap supreme.

I would demand to be called the best rapist alive,
And me and my rapist posse would spit words and thrive,

Thrive on the people who have ears that work,
We would sing at birthday parties, but mostly during circle jerks,

At the end of the jacking and spanking of dicks,
They would all shoot their load all over my tits,

All the meanwhile praising my rapist maneuvers,
As I would pull in the boys with my candy bar lures.

All praise me, the great Rap-E,
Singing songs about poop, periods and some pee pee.

I would mostly enjoy the ending of the shows,
Cuz young people would come up and offer me blow blows,

I would say "now, now just you settle down,
And allow me to turn that smile in to a frown",

And soon I would be culminating a load on their faces,
And the lucky people with fucked up teeth get the sauce on their braces.

But unfortunately I will never ever become a rapper,
But I'd like to find a swamp and rap-e me a snapper.

<3 Willie M.