Writer's Block
I write a lot
That's why I end up with writer's block
Dawg tie this knot
Until I write something hot
If not
Let me dangle loose
Don't cut me loose
If I turn blue
This is what I'm meant to do
Concrete shoes is what I need
Started rappin' fast
I need to breathe
Timin' off put
Sound like I'm writin' with my right foot
I'm ambidextrous
Damn Missus
You're lookin' sexy
Would love to eat that coochie for breakfast
I'll make you epileptic
You are
Squirming a bunch
As I gurgle your nut
Piss on your lips
Give you a kiss
You dirty slut
As a kid I fucked with Dirty Doz
I'd flirt with these skanks like I was Biz
Are you listening to me?
As I spit this filthy free
This is just a gift from me
Mid-September get your Christmas tree
Every job I picked to leave
Bristle or pine needle
Issue mine be you
Typical mind tricks
If you've heard half the shit that I've written
You'd think that I'm trippin'
To be honest dawg I am
I'm the hottest with the pen
Daughters on their hands
And knees, can you believe this the world we live in?
My head is swirlin'
It's all a contradiction
To this fucking lie we livin'
Now what do I do
I was high preachin' this in high school
Shrugged off like a high fool
Covid hit us like a typhoon
When people start to die
That's why I end up with writer's block
Dawg tie this knot
Until I write something hot
If not
Let me dangle loose
Don't cut me loose
If I turn blue
This is what I'm meant to do
Concrete shoes is what I need
Started rappin' fast
I need to breathe
Timin' off put
Sound like I'm writin' with my right foot
I'm ambidextrous
Damn Missus
You're lookin' sexy
Would love to eat that coochie for breakfast
I'll make you epileptic
You are
Squirming a bunch
As I gurgle your nut
Piss on your lips
Give you a kiss
You dirty slut
As a kid I fucked with Dirty Doz
I'd flirt with these skanks like I was Biz
Are you listening to me?
As I spit this filthy free
This is just a gift from me
Mid-September get your Christmas tree
Every job I picked to leave
Bristle or pine needle
Issue mine be you
Typical mind tricks
If you've heard half the shit that I've written
You'd think that I'm trippin'
To be honest dawg I am
I'm the hottest with the pen
Daughters on their hands
And knees, can you believe this the world we live in?
My head is swirlin'
It's all a contradiction
To this fucking lie we livin'
Now what do I do
I was high preachin' this in high school
Shrugged off like a high fool
Covid hit us like a typhoon
When people start to die
Credits
Writer(s): Coleman Hodgson
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