The Lone Writer...um...Rap?
My name Is Lone Writer
Don’t make me say it twice
Ima give ya’ll a lil’ piece of advice
Ima girl with a pen and nothin to do
So go ahead and run
If ya know what’s good fo you
My friends call me the Masked Stranger
Because of the speed and the danger
That I write
I don’t wanna start no fight
The random words just pop in my head
The second I decide to hit the bed
And when this happens I just grab some led
Oh no! The smokes comin’ off the paper
This rap is worse then a movie called the Christmas Caper
I must be brain dead
Or outside of my head
OMG There’s a guy named Fred
The sky outside is startin to flame
Perhaps it is going to rain
I like coke
No dats not a joke
Oh dat’s the bell
Yo Mama is startin’ to yell
So go home if you’re a man
The Lone Writer’s going off to grab a coke can
What? That’s not yo mama?
I don’t care if its Barack Obama
Go back home and milk ya llama
The Lone Writer’s going off to chill in the sauna!