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(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.”