guess im da new kid on the block.
not gonna be rappin about a glock.
but i do got this shit on the lock.
comin from where the gulls flock.
reppin for the mighty W city.
most say its kinda shitty.
but when we rap its kinda witty.
kinda sick of this shitty city.
stoppin to think maybe grab a drink.
so im thinking while drinking
and drinking while im thinking
guess you can call it a pet peave
hard to understand let alone believe
askin politely for sellouts to leave
have the cats ive heard rap
are overflowing with of crap
so bad they eyes turned brown
some stupid dumbshit assclown
rappin about bling brings me down
its harsh when a flow is apocoplyptic.
specially when half the radio is narcopleptic.
got somethin missin, maybe thinkin its talent
i hate dissin, but theres alot of shit gettin me bent.

*first time typer* what you think?