That’s Taylor

Hahaha…

Got Blitz in here dancin…

Welcom to the album mother fuckers!

My name is Ian Taylor

I don’t even know what the albums called yet…

Here we go

Hi, I’m Ian Taylor. I’m the guy you prolly wanna marry

All these other acts up on the stage look extra ordinary

I feel extraordinary, fresh up out the mortuary

Haters thought they killed me but I’m back. They cannot terminate me

I’m not uncertain. I’m certain I’m swervin through the masses

Buildin’ up my listeners curbin all your enthusiasm

Always wanted to be like Cooper. I’m no good at actin’

Rap became my passion subtracting the pain like having aspirin

So what they got to say now?

You gonna tell me Ian’s tallent ain’t insane now?

You gonna tell me I should give up or should stay down?

You better get up out my face before you’re face down

See I never ever really liked my high school days

I’m just really really glad we don’t recycle days

‘Cause if I went ever went back I’d become the next school shooter

Spillin’ out my bullets spraying blood on the computers

But instead I’m sippin’ whiskey in the sunshine

I got a blunt fryin, getting high for lunch time

And when it’s crunch time, I get that shit all done fine

Then I go home to my girl and let her suck my-

Ha.. Head up to the mountains got my snowboard

Got Brandon drivin us. I need to toke more

So I go and grab the wraps. Get the weed up out the sack

Then we roll us up some doobies and we smoke four

Then we..

Uhhhh… Shit... I forgot…

Damnit Brandon I told you I’m way too high for this shit

Fuck it, look

Cuttin’ up my competition often. It’s an odd addiction

Got some bitches on my dick. I gotta get ‘em on the dishes

Got a chick already if I’m lucky she gon’ like a chick and

Fuck her with me. Fuck her silly. ‘Till then sponge is all they getting

I been getting pretty nifty with these written words of mine

Getting pretty tipsy drinking I cannot discern the time

I burn a rhyme with confidence and rock it with a furnished rhyme

Shit I set the couch on fire! Good thing I ain’t purchase mine. Thanks Mom!

Still living at my momma’s place

But homie I feel great. I go across the states

I go and play to all the places for an honest wage

And finally I am not even feelin all that rage

That seemed to come across my brain in the past

Yea I went insane. It’s okay it ain’t last

But homie even though all of the pain didn’t last

I seem to find it left scars on my face and my back

Like whether I would fight, turn my back to run and hide

I’d always feel the damage on the front or from behind

But I’ve battled with my demons and I’ve rounded up a legion

So I’m pledgin my aliegence to the game and I’ma Lead it

‘Cause I breathe it live and dream it. If I’m ever gonna see it

Then I gotta fucking seek it. Gotta work ‘till I ain’t dreamin’

And I got it. Ain’t leavin’ bitch so stop it

If shit is what you’re talkin’ then I’ll wrap you in a coffin

‘Cause I’m sick

Ha… yea, that was tight

Brandon, Brandon did you hear that shit?

Wrap you in a Coffin cuz I’m sick

Alright, anyway, anyway, anyway…

Elegant rhetorics getting me evidence of my intelligence

Gettin’ me benefits. Shit homie, I probably could have been president

Settle for raking in Benjamins. Capital B ‘cause my edicate’s evident

Wreckin’ it every day is my settlement. Bettered my temperament

Never been better. I’m reppin it but it’s like

Everybody wanna tell me how to do what I do

What I do, Most em couldn’t do it if they tried to

They can’t do what I do, Fuck em if they try to

What I do? None of ‘em could do it if they tried to. No they couldn’t

And That’s Taylor

Yuh

That’s Taylor

Aye, Aye yo Brandon I think that’s what Imma name this song

Yea

That’s Taylor!

Shoooot

Aight Guys

I hope you enjoy the rest of the album

For now

Peace!