Yo, here I go They call me Kathrin, yo I wrote ma lyrics down So I won't curse you all Without a microphone, in a classroom, yo I'm flipping, and skipping, and ripping, and dripping Every single thing that come to ma mind, you know? That's how we the niggas go, we alternate We write it, we spit it, we rap it, and we like it Everything we do is for a goddamn keepsake That's why when Vera said, said we could draw or rap The rap I took So you could fall in my trap So listen, listen well and mark my words For this show is going to go against your own accords Because without a doubt undoubtedly it's gonna get to the lords There's this guy, there's this dude, called Collins Billy Sounds like a black nigga, right? But he aint, he's as white and frilly He wants the students - hyphen - teachers, parents, readers and others To hold the poems and see through their colours What he wants, what he needs, where he lives, who he is?! Nobody knows, nobody cares Who spares time now-a-days to listen fricking bees?! When he quotes and says "drop a mouse into a poem" I quote and say "Hold On, Hold On, Hold On, drop a who into a what?!" Somebody tell me where this nigga grew at Dude, the only mouse I know is the computer's mouse. Then he comes, he returns, this crazy dudio once again And tells us to implore, explore and deplore a poem's parlor Man, that sounded French! This rap is getting out of control I lost the beat, maybe I'll go to water-ski and eat some meat All the way to the shore I'll wave to this author And tell him to keep an eye on my alligator Since I'm leaving to ma crib at nine quarter I'll be gone, busy, wanted, fricking away and missed So all that's left to do is to maintain suppressed Dirbalak going around tying things to chairs With ropes and hose... Mind your own affairs 'Cuz things like that you can't do without me For I am the queen of the Torture Army Especially if it poems that we're beating For those phenomena are un-understandable when greeting Collins, ma nigga, Im sorry, yo But your pals here, these poems you're talking about They're mad, you know? |