Answer

[trap.]

Name: Answer, Prowess, CHASE
Crews:
Where:
Repped: RM, UP









vs Rygar

Don't beef wit me nigga, I know how to handle fights
Writing in sleeveless turtlenecks, with quill pens by the candlelight
Pause...smile and sip some Folgers from a porcelain cup that's small
As I ruffle Osama c0n's hair, as he gently tongues my balls (ahhhh)
Finish in his mouth, give him one last smiling glance
Then pull up my Bambi underwear, and button my shiny pants
Follow him into the bedroom, give him tissues...massage his little feet
While he flops onto his G.I Joe mattress, and sobs into his pillow sheets
See, I'm waiting for Mr. Right...but I don't want to trouble Def
I've been in the closet since birth, next to my knight in shining armor's bubble vest
I love typing on my laptop, trying to pretend I'm not a faggot
I'll probably call someone a vagina...tee hee, whatever that is
Sometimes I wear fubu and rocawear, but please...it's just a habbit
I say "Sup nigga" to grade school wiggers, and "hello, how are you?" to the black kids
Anxious to start my next poem, oh jeez...it's hard to wait
But I'll tell you you're an artfag, while I'm writing "Over the Hills and Far Away"
I know you probably hate my pieces, so hold on...I'm not quite done yet
"Fuck you, you dumb vagina!" Then I'll gallop into the sunset