Mowtown

Verse 1: Lonely kid in a Lonely city Witty Petty Bonny and skinny Felling Ghostly in a noisy town Hope to be known, But not much goes down So most Days are spent in a cold haze In the Basement felling pity for what he faze Only thing changing him is his own medication Special dedication Building a new generation Like a ticking Bomb waiting for Detonation Stacking up the nation Nobody got a Registration Artist Pilling up nobody got enough Can't make room for the new people to get a freaking cough When they're Feature arrives the don't fucking stop They die with a pen in they're hand so what? Who said i can't be like that? I just started my Spit stuff (spit spit Shit) Clean city weird city cause no city is clean I can clean it up and dirt it again nobody did a scene Not enough to move me not enough to rock me Not enough to move me Synced to the beat and clappi Not enough to so call rock my body My body is like a rock it can't be touched But if you really want its can be clutched Thoughts come out of it, felling spill out of it And its so weird i never though ill rap and be so ignorant And its so infinite and its so complicated That this shit is not long and u still get a migraine from it Man it freaking sucks, i rather go back to preschool and start from scratch But they're probably smarter then me those little brats Ill start writing the next verse cause this one is almost sober Lets pass to the hook cause now this shit is over Hook: Mowtown lowtown Trying to get home now Tired of all these rappers thinking they can own now Tired of everyone judging me, tired of them laughing at me U wanna just shot me in the head and cry for me x2 Verse 2: Props to you man for making it here Either u like my shit or your computer got spilled with bear Maybe i froze it. maybe i dozed it Just to get some of your opinion a little doze of it Just spread it on the table dawg' I can take everything, for that I'm white trash Short or stinky and can't give a crap What u think about me, cause words don't hurt me They're just words like i use right now I can say everything in the world and it won't get enough off my time I can spit every line, and go out with nothing but a dime I can say osamma lumma dumma and that shit will be rhyme Run out of paper, i write on my hand Cause i can't remember all the rhymes in my brain I should stop dissing myself my fans don't even like it Actually i ain't got no fans i just dissed myself again how about it? Welcome..