Title: "Thrown Out of AA For Not Leaving My Name"
By: The Vanilla Gorilla

Yo, yo
I step up to the stage
It's like a notebook on a fresh new page.
Ready for me to jot down my rage
Ready to go on for days and days

Gimme a mic cuz I just love to hold it
Just like your new bike, after I stole it
And sold it
It didn't mean shit.

I'm the one that y'all don't know
Any time
I'm ready to go
Throw blows and still spill mad flows
While I kill hoes
Hey bitch, wanna be the next
Jane Doe with a slit neck

Don't ask me what's worse
The fact that I sickly curse swiftly on each third word of each verse
Or that I killed a pre-med nurse for the 2 dollars change in her purse.

I act on instinct
Often I don't think
Always on the brink
Of murder
"Shit, maybe you just hurt her?"
Nah dawg, she's dead, it's been an hour since I heard her.

I hold my own when a rhyme or a line needs to be blown
Doesn't matter where I am, man, it always feels like home
Just gimme a beat or a line, a whole gram or maybe a dime
I'm comin' for what's mine
Next time, motherfucker, I'll post a sign.

That's all I had
But I'll be back
Droppin bombs
Like y'all are Iraq
Until then I'm off to cough while I smoke some crack.