Freeform Friday: Deez Raps For Hire

Deez Raps For Hire
by Belinda Roddie

Feeling like a child, so I got me a fresh snack pack
Living out my fun-ass life like it deserves a laugh track
Gonna wrap my love up like burritos in a duvet
"But I want to be free from the duvet!" Darling, touché
May as well sell my soul for a hundred bucks on Craigslist
That way, you can harvest it and choke it down for breakfast
Perching on my best furniture - Babies, it's a milk crate
Let's eat some Kraft Mac 'n Cheese and call it our best bad date
Got my bitches lined up like the sneakers on my shoe rack
Guess it's not a myth that I get pulled up by my bootstraps
Tell me, are you madly in love with an intellectual?
Hope that intellectual's also a homosexual
Wait for me to warm up, 'cause my body's oh-so-flexible
Nothings I'll hum in your ear will all be so subtextual

Thanks to Jocelyn, Laine, and Nina for the rhyming words!

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