Some “Rap” Couplets Before ClassBy Andrew Knox

Monte Carlo, I bet the farm, that's what paradise cost.Holy Craps, snake eyes, my pair of dice lost.Google Maps to the past, I zoom in...Time Travel back to when the 'rents and Renault were union.

Then Third and Pike, pull the stop cord, unplug the mic,Seat before me, little tyke, can't stop the must not.Cause there's a lot / Of stuff the 'rents say not to do,Look right, look left, looks alright, don't swallow til you chew.I constantly defeat myself, knee deep in credit,I ain't givin' y'all a fuckin' dollar. There, I said it.

Please allow me to adjust my pants,So I may dance the good time dance,Listen to Blast Tyrant on shrooms, can you say Romance?If I was a lance, or a planet, I'd be tiltin',But don't call me rosy cheeked, or I'll be wiltin'...

Or would I be In Bloom? I'm studying the moon,Scopin' for that Cheshire Cat and his Worcestershire homies,Searchin the stars for a rhyme that words, I fall asleep and dream about the bees and the birds,

And If I was a Loon, I'd forever long to be double,But that verges on counterfeiting, Canadian currency trouble.And my sister was born a tadpole in a twelfth ave puddle,Shit was calm before Boots splashed, in the old days, we called it subtle,

And I was born an invertebrate, built a spine up over the years,My body's export economy: mining salt from sweat and tears.Just like the decline of Sears, shit really grinds my gears,Atmospheric pressure from my peers, I feel popping in my ears,My flow bobs and veers, and all Fox News does is profit off of FEARS!