Rap Sucks

Got to write this down. Got to write it down. Concentrate. Concentrate. Keep it in mind. Keep it in mind. Keep it in mind

[Busdriver]

I don't love hip hop

I don't even like it

Let me break it down to its smallest form to everyone in your college dorm

I don't love it

I don't dedicate hours on it and writing sappy poetry in its name

Okay, maybe I do, but only on occasions to revel [?] of the unimportant cynic

[?] Feel the creative urge of encroaching written work

I run to the abortion clinic and do away [?] dark-green algae

Before it becomes a smart [?] style-free at your art scene gallery

Because I don't love it

I don't [?] cross long trips of countryside eating spaghetti non-dairy sauce

Trying to get between your girl's chunky thighs to make up for the heavy monetary loss

Just give kids my rendition of it

But... all right, all right, you got me on that one

But I'm cutting down - I'm down to one impromptu rap a week

But I kind of indulge [?]

Got into a battle and served this fool 'til they had put his vertebrae in a cast

But it was the week before my birthday bash

So I figured I owed to myself because I don't love it

I no longer [?] the connotative meaning of the usage of a word into a pissing contest

But as a Chicago native [?] sizzling August that I got a tour

[?] to the overexposure [?]

And that I was inoculating myself, but the call waiting didn't help

Because on the other line was a show promoter