(Alright, here we go.)
I got other rappers nervous cause
I’m sexy and i got the curves
And that may sound
So absurd
ut I’m like a nerd
With my words
I slur my speech
Like a stupid surgeon
Stealing purses
Flirting with nurses
Serving service
Better than other rappers
At my worst and
(deep breath)
I’m driving superb
Hittin’ curbs
Swervin’
In the suburbs.
Drinking bourbon
Spitting words
Faster than you can observe.
(Yeah, I‘m done.)
By Matt Nguyen
AKA Rallo
HI, MY NAME MATT,
And I’m like:
Green tea, Bruce Lee,
Nikes, on my feet.
Bedhead hair,
So people tend to stare at me.
Slightly an anarchist,
Choking on arsenic.
Don’t get work done quick,
So my grades are like movie flicks.
Badly graded,
But soon to be straightened,
I been this way since i graduated
7th grade,
I started getting paid
But not getting laid
Cause I don’t give into the fact
That teenage pregnancy is all the rage these days.
I’m more hardcore than a tootsie pop.
Not all talk like a rent-a-cop.
I go hard but stay smooth
Like a Halls brand cough drop.
I’m immature and obscure.
I go ham like kosher.
I don’t believe in swag
But I got enough of it to fit
A few large garbage bags.
I’m like a hockey goalie,
I just don't give a puck.
Stiffing up a ruckus
In the city like a monster truck.
I break the stereotype every time.
Ask my friends:
“Yeah, Matty can rhyme.
In fact, he (w)raps faster than a
McDonald’s fast food line.”