When Free Writing becomes Art

In celebration of ‘Lil Wayne coming to South Africa, I’ve decided to write a song which I’m hoping he will be performing at his shows from now on.

Compared to the crap he “sings”, I think these lyrics are very a deep, thought provoking and meaningful.

Please note: I have based the lyrics of this song on objects I can currently see around in my office at the moment.

Disclaimer: This is the WORST thing I have ever written. As in 5 Minutes bad

Cash, Money, Whores, Guns and Offices

1^st Verse

Tables and chairs, don’t you stare

Got a dick as huge as a pen, paperweight

The bitches be hating my whiteboard cleaner

But them bitches never know the size of my weiner

Papers, papers, money so fly it’s A4 shit

Chorus:

Money Cash Money Guns

* SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEECCCCCCHHHHHHHHHHHH, BLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH*

2^nd Verse:

Lunchbox money-hating, grew up on the streets

I ain’t let them motherfuckers see them tweets

Shake and bake, Lead solution

My voice sounds like a block of ablution

Stapler, I’m an ear raper

Chorus:

Money Cash Money Guns

* SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEECCCCCCHHHHHHHHHHHH, BLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH*

3^rd Verse

My business cards are money, suck on that honey

Shit be fly like a paper folder, eraser

I mark my pussy with a “controlled” stamp,

My calendar, shit’s made out of lavender

Telephone a whore, grab the wallet

I suck so bad I’m like a permanent marker

Chorus: (x3)

Money Cash Money Guns

* SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEECCCCCCHHHHHHHHHHHH, BLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH*

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I told you it was bad… but I’m sure ‘Lil Wayne will think this is a masterpiece.