Loudest ones the weakest ones
Yeah I need my honey buns
Tryna eat my breakfast really….
Pay attention to no bums
Acting like they came from slums
But they look like rotten plums
When I write I’ll make you silly….
With the dough I’ll give the funds
Like a dog you’re barking mad
What happened? It’s kinda sad
Dropping F bombs left right centre
Situation wasn’t bad
Was I nervous? Just a tad
At my workplace yeah I’m glad
CCTV everywhere
Lying that you are a dad
Gave a sample cos you’re down
That’s just me with the crown
But you never fricking took It
Ego must’ve brought you down
So you know from out of town (you)
& you’re racist & I’m brown
But I’m British & you’re foreign
Miserable man with a frown
FYI you can’t afford It
Price Is high man yeah allow It
Even with your salary
Deep Inside you know can’t buy It
Guards were there you slagged them off
Deep Inside they knew you’re soft
You were high man wasn’t sober
Took you upstairs by the loft
Cautioned you & you got banned
Feds came In & got you slammed
Was It really worth It fool?
Innocent Is what I am
Tried to lie fool with the SA
Cos I’m brown I’ll get my ese
Mexican food Is the one
In the end man guess who won
Empty threats yeah It just shows me
You ain’t nothing you don’t know me
Take It as a lesson fool
Let me take you back to school
As a man you need to grow up
Fools like you It makes me throw up
Embarrassing you are so short
Like a midget got Import
Thank you though you’re In my rhyme
Had to write I needed time
Get yourself some education
Cos you’re stupid like a mime
Loudest ones the weakest ones
Yeah I need my honey buns
Tryna eat my breakfast really….
Pay attention to no bums
Acting like they came from slums
But they look like rotten plums
When I write I’ll make you silly….
With the dough I’ll give the funds
About the Creator
Haychie_Artist
Just A Regular Guy From London Who
Writes & Rhymes….
Writing & Rhyming Comes From The
Heart….
Voice For The Voiceless….
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