oh *redacted*, you a little slice of heaven
most girls sixes, you a seven, i’m not messin
you’s a blessin, and i’m barely gettin started
you don’t know me, n that’s ok, them baby blues
help guide my way, like santa’s posse, i fuckin slay (sleigh)
but my heart, i keeps it guarded
well you’ve got the look, you’ve got the touch
girl i cannot lie, i’ve had a crush
since the first day i saw you walkin in
cept we hadn’t gotten, much chance to speak
until that xmas party, the other week
now i’m dying just to talk wit you again
you have an amazing smile, soft and sweet
gorgeous eyes, no doubt petite
nose ring stud, for just a bit of flair
sandy blonde, and straightened hair
with a classy outfit, and a short mini skirt
no way in hell, i’d resist the urge to flirt
down to earth, with some hidden sass
a bachelor’s degree, prolly top of your class
you love to dance, be free, and compete
can knock a boy straight off his feet (and then some)
you don’t stop, til the bottle is done
i can almost guarantee, you’re tons of fun
when i saw you groovin, i jumped right out my seat
wit you on the floor, god damn, who turned up the heat?
i don’t even dance, lol, what am i doing up here?
who tf knows, you fine, just don’t stop and stare
you, *redacted* girl, make an old man wanna let loose
after seeing your smirk, i don’t really need any other excuse
oh the look in your eye, when i made you blush
was all that i needed, to feel that old familiar rush
i hope you felt the spark, when i lit that fire
all blazed up in my wanna-be golfer attire (comfortable af)
please accept my apologies, if this is all a little bit much
but tbh, i just wanna follow you round, like a bad case of thrush (medical condition)
or a lost puppy dog, sad, lookin for his mommy
a step up from the recent me, walkin round dead like a zombie
you see, i lost my wife to cancer, about six years ago
it’s been a cold, hard, road since then, for this here bro
but it was in that exact moment, i felt hope, n it felt good to be alive
instead of just being present, and getting by to survive
but it seems I mighta already been a little too late
like you and *redacted* hit it off, or might even date
well, just my luck, ain’t that bout a bitch? (that’s life)
if i had one thing to mention, it might be to tell you this
to make you laugh, to make you smile
i’m the type of dude, who goes that extra mile
i wear my heart on my sleeve, have a proclivity towards romance
love to write music and poetry, when given the chance
i also like rap, trap, n i’m a bit of a metal head
i play in a cover band, and often scream til i’m beet red
more often than naught, i’m tender and caring
got a beat in my car, and my music is blaring
i could go on for hours or more, but this already long in the tooth
but if i stop it right here, it’ll be a little uncouth
these last sections were dedicated, just so you could get to know me a little
and i’m not the mystery man, just droppin you one long-ass riddle
level 2 (deep breath)
see i’m a bit of a weirdo, kinda shy, but i get bold
dunno why, it’s no lie, i’m the guy who change face like a skitzo
hello, i’m jekyll, he’s hyde, n by the clues i provide
if there’s bounce in my stride, it’s on you to decide
might be putrid and snide (jk), or real cute n wide-eyed
aloof, with a side of recluse, and go hide
introduce, me a 10, i bust loose n i glide
shit i’ll blow the mothafuckin lid off this roof when i vibe
look at you, i decried, never knew, we’d collide
extroverted, assertive, on the move, is implied
simple truth, i confide, often shrewd, til i slide
lackin precision n vision, don’t mention dementia, u follow the scripture? it’s true, that’s a lie (seemingly misplaced hyper alliteration flex, i blame tech n9ne)
give it the juice and i fly, these engines boom when applied
spontaneously heinous, i come unglued n untied
poor plannin, plus prolly pretty proper excuses supplied
hell, i might even be pukin, if there’s gluten inside
livin life in the fast lane, i scoot, scoot when i ride
the tru-truth has been tried, on subterfuge they relied
so, in lieu of a dimlit view, with a skew, i reside
where others give up, i won’t be denied
a lion, wit my pride, but like the dude, i abide (stfu donny)
whew! (*wipes sweat from brow*) <3
at times, my confidence be soarin, like extra-monumental
strong and silent, but I keep it simple
my ego’s a giant (i kid), and my body’s my temple
so self-reliant, ripped, rugged, yet gentle
just when you know me, i switch it up, change the tempo
aptly defiant, so don’t even try it, i might start a riot, drop bombs like a pilot, get a wild hair up my ass, slip, trip, splurge, n just buy it
truth bombs, i mean
just say what you feelin, let that dirty laundry come clean
just give it to me straight mama, don’t hold back
cuz keepin shit to yourself is just hella fuckin whack
i know this, cuz i lived it
i’m honest, open, n speak the truth til it hurts, like a dipshit
even when it tends to get me in lotsa trouble
i ain’t no angel, but i love big, i shoot guns, n i burst bubbles
go big or go home, these are the two motto’s i live by
yes i work hard, i play hard, guess i’ll rest when i die
my bestest little homies are my two dogs and my cat
i practice yoga on a mat, downward dog, what is that?
that’s a rap (wrap), yes in fact, it’s time i finish what i started
this ending’s quite abrupt, and sort of leaves me heavy-hearted
since i love to play games in any form, often laugh and get retarded
in euchre terms, yo, i be the ace, and the rest then get discarded (blam *mic drop*)
may these words bring you much laughter, many smiles, and joy
wishing you a merry christmas dear lady, like a good little boy
*redacted*
lil n80 (Natey)