tagNon-Erotic PoetryThey Never Change

They Never Change

byJasperMan©

I was listening to the radio of a few days ago and heard a rap song by the artist named after the little milk chocolate melts in your mouth, not in your hands candy. Hahaha.
I've noticed that he like many other celebrities and such never seem to change their still but bitch or moan about the same shit.

Testing,
1 2 3
listen up,
is this affecting me.

I look into the monster,
cause nobody sees
what weasles eat,
our minds,
like a bad electric pie.
Slurp it up,
and notice its just nasty (please)
Comin around,
someones mixin me.
Sounds like a wet pissly G.
He's white,
but he talks like mexican me.
Like nigger,
or a dawg in the hood life.
But his songs the same
all lame and tame
bitchin bout
the shit that just came,
yet he has money,
nows he's got a world of his own.
But he's bitchin,
someone tell him,
"bitch, please."

I got shit,
what you bitchin about.
poverty sucks,
but you don't know it no more.
You got a castle,
and you music sells,
like a plague.
...and you lost originality.
You got the whole on your shoulders,
yet you bitch, and spit out shit.
Mr. Candy man, will sell me seeds,
heres your payment,
a middle finger set your ease.

I'm no g,
not a mexican rappin b,
and I'm funny,
couldn't rap a damn
but what do I care,
at least I don't bitch about
shit thats square.
You seem irritated,
yet innovated.
and you feel obligated
to destroy Britany Spears.
And other music buffs,
but lets set this scene
imagine just you,
and all that you'd see.
Boring homies
rappers bursten at the seems,
talking shit,
about their bitch of mothers,
their whores wives,
and homo's for fathers.
Yet little daughter,
oh how we love her.
Nut lets just bitch about shit,
say "bitch, please."

I got shit,
what you bitchin about.
poverty sucks,
but you don't know it no more.
You got a castle,
and you music sells,
like a plague.
...and you lost originality.
You got the whole on your shoulders,
yet you bitch, and spit out shit.
Mr. Candy man, will sell me seeds,
heres your payment,
a middle finger set your ease.

Oh ha ha,
this shits about to get funny.
I just heard that you lost money,
well get this,
more money is coming,
though your albums all the same
nothing new,
hey thats funny.
Bunch of mindless punks,
white boys who think their black.
Act like doggs, and hood nigger rats.
Yet when pulled aside
cast with deep evil eyes,
for their money,
they gonna straight up piss themselves
cause theys a bunch of white niggers
who act big, (just like you)
and now their gone
and soon it will be you too.

I got shit,
what you bitchin about.
poverty sucks,
but you don't know it no more.
You got a castle,
and you music sells,
like a plague.
...and you lost originality.
You got the whole on your shoulders,
yet you bitch, and spit out shit.
Mr. Candy man, will sell me seeds,
heres your payment,
a middle finger set your ease.

I guess there's a sell out in all of us.
Fuck it,
lets all fuck up.

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