The bloke (scrawny white boy) I sit next to in physics today wrote a rap today, because he'd "finished his mechanics mock so early that he needed something to do". And here is his comically woeful attempt at waxing lyrical...
I've been waiting,
and hating,
all this trouble
you been taking,
I'm not faking
or making
up lies
that's just wasting;
all the love
in the world
that I have for you
and I'm sorry for the pain
that I put you through
I hate myself for it
I wont do it again
I wanna move forward
so I'm writing with this pen
the words I hope you wanna hear
so I can whisper sweet nothings in your ear
and take back the cruel things I said
so we can go back, and just lay in your bed
Terrible, I know. I don't even see how it works as a rap. I hope you've enjoyed the woefulness.
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