Prize
This is lil’ salty, rappin’ to you
But this time my rap’s takin’ on a different tune
Nah, this time I’m pissed
So I’m sorry if my rhyme’s amiss
Everywhere I look around
And these people are fake
I’m sorry if this sounds
Like I’m haughty, if so, it’s my mistake
Lil’ trashy and lil’ cringy aren’t around for this one
So now it’s my turn to have some fun
Getting’ ready for battle of the bands
Lil’ trashy’s back now to give me a hand
I love these guys
Now lemme win this prize
(This was written with two of my best friends. We don’t know why.)
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