Affiliate Marketing Secrets

Verse1
The kids first sin happened-when he was six and started rapping
As if he was sick cursing like a sickened prick swearing that
He was the illness spittin misfit to pitch illness from his stiffen lips
Slipping raps in, during recess he wasn’t napping z’s with the other kids
But he skipped passed it, with breeze
Like his A, b, c’s”
Instead he was dissin his kindergarten classmates with his phonics”
He was named the baddest, slash the hottest kid-noggin packed with lite wits”
Beyond his intelligence”
Flowin like the alphabet, he’s out to make kids pout and quit
His sound-bits were quick, swiftly trippin their lyrics with his verbal kicks
Sixteen minutes is all he gives, since
When the bell-rings (tick) he”s gonna have to file in(bing) he”s sounding ticked
so he beggined hiding behind the distance
Storytelling became his instant interest but story time this time is going to have to wait a bit
He stayed near the fence-storing raps in
waiting for his next opponent to roll in
Blowin with the cold-wind, his snipers breathe was frozen
The yard wasn’t packed, he was alone and moaning the fact that
A monster could attack fast if he turned his back (ahh)
So, he grabbed his backpack, packed his bags with his rap-pad
He was mad-sad scared to go back to his class last
Dashed and sprinted then went to the office and asked” Can I get a hallpass back to class miss?”
Trying to be slick”
Not know that, the office had called his parents in due to his lack of absent during recess filing-in
So, she said” sit here on the chair and we’ll let-cha skip class dear (yeah)
His eyes lite with gladness-thinkin” I’ve become an legend to infants, baby I’m the baddest”
But then Dad came in, with his fist uplifted tightly gripped and thats when he started
Singing his chorus-nervous, as he want like this..
(Chorus almost done)
Verse 2
As a teen, thirteen to be exact
he wore do-rags, torn slacks, snap-backs, phat-hats, and nike caps
Skills still spilling them tight raps but through open mics this time
He’s ill with his niche on his back, killing every track
(Faithless)
His religion was rap, and that’s what he practice at
he was a Christian but didn’t rep God like that-he thought it was whack
I mean, he was glad since he had everything that he asked, imagined and wanted”
A swag-cred-sizzling girlfriends-mixed in with the sickest talent
his own group-a-crew and he was always the captain
His style was miles ahead of their stylish
Quite-devilish, then depresson drew in the rest of his image
His characteristic was conflicted and become unhappy, sadly-gloomy, moody and plain nasty
His life was like a straight jacket-with one hundred and eight latches strapped to em
And trapped inside, he’s a maniac going crazy to un-attach it
As his raps are crashing so is his flow and his magic tone
He has this aching dome that keeps saying “leave Satan alone!”
“Drop the microphone and puck up a bible since faith is all you own”
“Place your problems in God’s hands, and believe in all his promises”
“And oneday you might witness the promise land”
“Promise man?”
Damn, and here is where he’s started singing the chorus again
Foldin his sinful hands, he went like this..
(Chorus)
how did you like my lyrics for a project that I’m doing so far/ There’s another verse but this is what I have so far. Well, place rate, comment, and if you have any advice please share. Thank you!