Albino Africa

Well hero we go
It’s my rap
Ok let’s begin
You’re a trap
But not for an animal but for a man
A man with whom you want to sleep
Not like you can
The only man you’ll get to sleep with you is Big Gore
Can you really call that a man?
You’re such a chore
But so much worse than sweeping
The only thing I’mma be sweeping now is you under the rug
Like a bug or maybe a slug
Wait a second
Why would you sweep a slug under the rug
That’s just a mess
Although I couldn’t care less
It’s inevitable, you can’t avoid it
Wait, that’s the same thing
My brain is so jumbled
Can’t stop thinking about how Vetetitty’s mom looked in that dress
I must confess
I may’ve undressed her in my head
Or maybe I undressed her in my bed

Let’s get back on track
Back to disposing you
Like a useless bent tack
You’re a hack, Jack
When I’m done here
I’m going put my sack in your crack
I’m a master of rap
You’re a dumpster of crap
You’re worse than Lil Malle and his Christian rap
It’s shit
Now suck my tit
Peace, bitch