It's a rap song, it's quite long... Okay, I didn't mean for that to rhyme, but this time, I did, it's not a crime.. I haven't thought of a chorus yet though.
Hey man, my name is JC,
I hope I can be a star, like says Jay-Z,
I know, that my shit has wrong grammar,
so shut the fuck up, before I grab a hammer,
and fucking pound you,
until you fall on the ground,
scream "SHIT!" in your head, though it don't make a sound,
remember, it ain't an opinion til you say it,
like my opinion is my bro's a little gay and,
he just raps, drinks beer and smoke weed,
he always says pull out the stems and seeds,
remember that, when you're about to roll a joint,
or maybe a blunt-joint,
We called that a bloint,
back when, weed was the shit,
we'd smoke it,
make tea and drink it,
some times with peanut butter, we'd even eat it,
I believe, that it's called Firecrackers,
come to me, I'll make fun you your mother,
but not if you're marshall mathers,
or Jay-Z, Dr. Dre, or any of my idols,
yeah I know, it maybe kinda weird,
idolizing people in my song here,
you can, say what you want,
but I don't give a fuck, I'm a ghost, I'll haunt,
and hunt,
you down,
stick my dick up your ass crown,
making you scream "ahh! Get down!",
all I'll do is slap you in the face,
tell you to shut the fuck up, before I take off your neckbrace,
and break your neck one more time today,
But just let me say,
I don't give a fuck but hey,
maybe I'm like Eminem,
Saying things that I regret, like saying he'll kill kim,
or that slim,
is as crazy as kim,
and him,
combined,
what, you're saying that I have a bad mind,
well don't talk smack, those thoughts aren't yours, they're mine.
I'll take it outta my head and put it in yours,
make you think, that you should do my chores,
no, I don't do any of that,
But think about it, I still smoke weed and rap,
I started smoking weed at 9, you got a problem with that?
acting like you're gonna call me a twat,
well I'mma call you a nit,
and grab my medkit,
and guess what I'mma do, I'll hit you in the head with it,
Ironic, the thing that's supposed to save your life,
just took it, while I was playing flyff,
But still, I have slow internet,
so let,
me go ahead and hack it,
while you go packin',
talking as if that you could talk smack about me and,
I'll admit, you can, I got no one to protect me,
From being found dead at the sea,
Now this is pretty long,
so I'mma go ahead and and end this song.
