Aftershock (last song of album 3)

by Dustin S   May 29, 2008


--Hey yall, c'mon now! Lets make this song last! Get up! C'mon! Here we go!--

As it turns out after all I Made the big time,
And now all I have to put together a rhyme,
And then it'll offend and I'll write to defend.
I rap, and reread my lines, Line by line,
You didn't have a sign this song made you blind.
Blow away you friend of mine
To rot the core to implode the mind
Ill show you destruction divine
Not heart of mine to be sweet or kind
Let me see, what else can I sturr up?
Oh I know! My song! That'll be wassup!
This long ago turned from rap to lyric,
And I can damn well hear it!
Now stop sayin you want a party!
I'll give you an entire freakin Monarchy!
Just chill out dog, have some fun,
Cause thats what I'm gon' do when this is done.
So get up and dance. And listen closly son!

Now it our turn,
to show them what we got,
yo man its you and me,
so lets show them an after shock.

But alright, thats just cool.
Dance and act like a crazy fool!
They say chaos is the only rule
I beg to differ destruction will do
They say we are rude no cruel
They attacked us left us hurt left us few,
Do you agree with me? This raps true.
If not I got a little news flash for you.
All this is true. And yall better get ready,
Cause I'm about to rain on yall heavy!
Make sure you are very steady,
Or you'll be in a hospital medically.
Just dont worry bout me dissin,
I'm just hissin and just listenin,
Sittin down writin and glistenin.
Maybe lay down and start listin,
Who will see my fistin,
There freakin face. We're in a race.
I'm kiddin. Just have fun, and dance to the beat's pace.

Now it our turn,
to show them what we got,
yo man its you and me,
so lets show them an after shock.

Keep it up! Keep mesin up!
Then you'll get f**ked up!
Dogg, do you get my image?
You cant go past my line of scrimmage!
I count all the way up to 8,
And say, Now! Open up the gate!
Here we go! Time to start the show!
Dont tell me if I go to slow.
So no, I dont really actually know,
Left and right. Or where I should go.
F**k with my rap son, oh no no!
I am rapping! I am white,
I dont care! I will freakin fight,
For my own life, for my right,
Which they say, Is my own might.
So bye bye, farewell, goodnight,
Thanks for the party. Leave now alright?

Now it our turn,
to show them what we got,
yo man its you and me,
so lets show them an after shock.

copywright (c)

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