Built Stuff

My divine team is swift rhyme scheme adrift without
Grammar I’m hoarse and my glamour source off route
Need sincere luck and tradition with clear cut ambition
Found myself renown and deft, I fear the slut competition
Been in debates trying to penetrate ear drums fear some
May strike back try sever my brain with clever plain none
Knows my hardship or my scarred script I got a lame ton
Fly above the clouds as try love be proud move about
Groove onroute to a party my mind in pain feel bind in
Chain got to find a dame deisign game go home for wine and gin
My neck need rest Check my dress everything’s handsome when
I arrive to the parking lot car sparkling a lot killed the motor
Thrilled over the booty sight need a cutie tonight to meet my quota
Saw a girl pure fine body mature like wine she sure to be mine
Before night end, see lace I can’t erase from my thoughts its time
To rap, she be sweet may have to delete her boyfriend get her alone
Prefer strong kisses, a blemish past must finish this task to the tone
Of a CD at home, my Ebonic slang soar like mosquitos and explode
Like Bangalore torpedos her body draw pictures like raw scriptures