i wanna sell my soul to the world
cause all i wanna do is impress all the girls
and if i could find the time to learn a better rhyme
i could play you a song that actually sounds nice
i wanna be on the cover of magazines
chocking on designer drugs in the streets
and if you were to stop by and ask for attention
i'd tell you to ******** off and you'd learn a lesson
i wanna star in a big budget movie
where the violence is abundant and so are the boobies
and if you were to call me on set twenty mins ago
you'd find me out back sneaking a line of blow
i want to take over your radio waves
the same ******** beat in the same ******** raves
and if you were to ask me how i learned to dj
i'll tell you i'm a genius as i press the button play
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My writings and poems
I don't think i'm a good writer. I don't even think I'm good at anything, and if you want to waste your time reading these so called 'poems' go right ahead. I'm just sorry they're not as great as I would like them to be.
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