Lil' Breezy

Lil’ breezy always says “my gramma’s a monkey”

When he tries to bust rhymes they’re always kinda funky

Then he laughs and says “my gramma’s dead”

And he’s always way too hyper when he goes to bed

Lil’ cringy seems upset

I’ll beat him in around the world, bet

I’ll beat lil’ breezy, too

With hyperactivity like that, he belongs in a zoo

Lil’ trashy punched a wall

Bruised her hand, now it’s all

Yellow and blue

Step back, so she can bust a rhyme, too:

Megan’s over here, eating a BLT

She drinks so much tea

It might as well be an IV

Lil’ breezy’s lookin’ at me

Now to get back

To the point of this rap

Lil’ breezy, he’s rockin’

But he can’t be talkin’

‘cause we’re on silence

Due to verbal violence

Lil’ breezy, he’s gross

‘cause he picks his nose

But he’s cute so it’s okay

Man, I’ve been writing rhymes all day…

(This was written with two of my best friends. We don’t know why.)