[Talking]

On a rainy day, trapped inside, only my mind is

Allowed out. It wanders, looking only to find you

But you're too busy being so fucking cool

[Rapping]

Bored as fuck. Rainy days; blaze a fat one

Homestuck. Brainy babe, but she gotta flat bum

What a hussie, can't believe she trusts me

Must be imaginary. Of course, I made her up

In the crib alone. Did I get laid or fucked?

Afrofrenic, lacking schizodesiacs. Did I send it?

That last message sucked. Maybe I can mend it

I got a fixing for this chick's cuter hotter friend, shit

Still, hoping she don't end it or that there's an it to end

Spit to pens, drip ink on paper. Pink slipping in

Til I whip a Benz. Is it paid for? Nah, just off laid, sir

I'm out late for the sake of golden girls

Old bitches and new tricks. Folding under curls

Wishing witches could come quick,

But wishful thinking will get me nothing. “You dumb, Dick.”

Thanks. Richard seems to be the only one Who’ll run with

Such shit. Shucks, kids. We could make the sun kiss

The Moon goodbye. See ya

Soon my eye grows heavy

Third time I looked

Was the first time Betsy

Shook me Ross, yet she still let me

See her stars. Don’t forget me

I want my red stripes between your white lines

Feels of blue like I’m not your type

All right, luv, you got mines; blow me up

Balloon or kite? Nein, neither

Show right signs that left eager minds

In need of shine in the night time

No longer feeling like the plumber

Fighting plants in pipe lines

But my fiery balls might find

Lit summer love in your kind-

Ness, lest your mother Earth-

Bound you to your bed. Rest

For now. Light sleep in case

Your chest rises weak, or your face

Shows no peace. I could save you

Piece of cake. No lies, honest. This

Scout’s honor scatters other suitors

No contest. I only sit inside because the rain

Traps me. So I ride out the last bits

And fast hits of the day

Reminiscing the way her ass grips

Hoping she was joking and not really past this

Of course my coarse manners leave me classless

But she sees through me sweetly

Like a pair of iced tea glasses. Keep me

Next to you, while we feel green grasses

I mean, of all the lasses, you're the finest

And a classic. Your heart is fire

Mine is plastic. I perspire, this is drastic

Watch me melt. Getting higher. Got the help

But who could hire he, who's what crass is?

She's my Ms. Onassis and I'm missing. How tragic