Ok deze tekst heb ik een tijdje je geleden geschreven, het is gewoon een heel serieus verhaal over mijn leven en tja ik heb veel diepe emoties erin verwerkt, als je deze tekst leest zul je dat ook wel zien denk ik. Ik heb het papier gewoon als airconditioning voor mijn hart gebruikt.
Verder heb ik hem in het Engels geschreven, wat ik normaal niet doe. Met niet serieuze intenties verder maar ik zou wel graag serieus commentaar willen krijgen. Bij voorbaat bedankt voor het verspillen van je vrije tijd.
Once in a country far away lived a banana, he was called Split/
One day he was dancing on the street, suddenly cops said hold it/
Don't move bitch or you lose your abilty to make kids/
Aimed at his lil banana and Split cried like a insane bitch/
On period and dealing with ex boyfriend, the cops found him annoying/
So one cop grabbed his rocket launcher with the intentions to destroy him/
Cop shoots, Split graps his banana gun, aim, cocks, shoots/
Kills the cop troops while calling them cake of fruits/
Other bananas screaming, banana juice leaking from bodies/
Split starts to run while checking the fatties on hotties/
Jumps in a cab, gun to the driver's head, although a banana doesn't have one/
Screams: TO THE STATION QUICK OR IMMA MURK YOU IN YOUR OWN CAB SON/
Cab races through streets, Split starts dancing ruining the seats/
While hanging out the window giving a shoutout to his peeps/
Arrives at the station, cops not too far behind him/
Pay's cab driver, gives a freestyle at station, 50 tryna sign him/
But Split is a real G, so he say's no, 50 grabs his phone/
Calls the coppers, now 50 has blood leaking out of his dome/
Then he gets in the locomotive cabin while doing the locomotion/
Machinist refuses to drive, so he made his kids fatherless with no emotion/
A few puffs later, train is driving, Flava Flav is hyping/
Cops in the helicopter are sniping, boring people are hiking/
Split starts losing his cool, starts using his tool/
Gets hit in the leg starts walking cripple/
More helicopters are showing up now, shoots, ducks down/
Then he finds out he is on a dead track, thinks what the fuck now?
Suddenly a bell ring, Split’s pizza is at the door, pay’s the delivery guy/
Starts eating, watches porn, watch more porn with even a thicker wife/
Then he presses the transform button, train is now a F 16/
But the manual is Japanese, ‘orrigato’ fuck that mean?
Starts hitting buttons randomly, suddenly Nintendo cancels Wii/
Three day’s later Split shows up where crying people, caskets and candle’s be/
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