rule number 1:
never show em your softer side
no one want to see you like that
“what are you a woman?”
underneath a gun or a spot light,
better be a tough guy
nice ones always lose big
talk that shit
when you on a mic
like a prick
call me faggot
if you underneath your breath
or a bridge
you still a bitch

prefer a pussy to a pig, dawg
second guess, y'all
i'm so sorry girls,
i meant vagina
no offense to the prima donna
on the fence or a bench,
primal optimist
best defense is count your nickels
primed for streets
like 1 minus 1 is...

rule 2:
don't make joke about China
when you a white guy
red in book,
first world problems
too much privilege
put you in at the bottom
of the pyre
amidst a wallow
in the mirror you will follow
wanna spit it like you conscious
rappin' like you got an audience
and you don't?

rule 3:
only talk about yourself
(holla!)
down like no hand clap,
what's your problem?
got yer soft clam
lookin' for a pearl or a nap
and the diamond
curled up with your momma
said you might be ironic
"tell me, what is the sound of silence?"
...
no one be buyin'

breakfast, driftin' continental
internet, inconsequential
you can call me crazy on the phone
but race relations make me queasy
beyond the thunderdome,
i'm throwin up
i prefer a breezy day
to a pizza party,
lonely? please, macaulay,
you so dumb
"haters hum alone, homey"
mmmmmmmmmmm...

rule 4:
well, i don't think i like you anymore
maybe never did
never scored, how can i have a kid?
nah, i'm kiddin'
do it for the LOLs
ain't nobody got no souls
with your head up in your ending
oh, how'd you get so bendy?
destiny: ouroboros
eh, effendi?

i didn't mean to offend ye
but nothing matters
where entropy will get us in the after
actor still want them flatters, tho
yesterday, got out of flatland
solipsism of the hangman
said, "your wang's out,
"way down south"
better take it out
your big, damn mouth