Hobo Unknown

Pulled another all nighter,,Feel like a failer tired of the hunger as I lumber Male nutrition skinnyc as the Rake Man ,,My stomach rumbles like thunder.. My ryhmes stay prime on the line up,,my own biggest fan,,Im 4th batter up. Mr. Clean up Man my lyrics flex like a rubber band...Unknown Hobo in demand... Breezing in got flow's like the wind. Yea fool Im way Cool more bounce then a Kangol Roo,,, Swiftly in & out of control, If you want to get down on flow, with the rapping Hobo. You gotta put down your phone park your car and come along and stroll.. Rock on and become a Hobo then your popping along to my Rap song Unknown... This bitch sucks like a Turbo VW,, I Nick named Her Roto, with a rub a dub dub!!!! You should see how she makes it grow emptys nut loads. Hot as Porno,, Sweating in the Summer Inferno,,smoke and im swigging.. Southern Comfort,, To quench my thirst, parched hardcore ryhmes stiff as starch no shoping carts. As I Rome high as a drone,,on thee upper road come along rapping to my song I'm the Hobo Unkown.. from city to city aint no mountain high enough aint no valley wide enough... To keep it from Comin along Rap along,,with The Rapping Hobo Unknown.. Rapping Hobo Unknown! Got no place to call my own, Known to the locals,,As the rapping Hobo !!! The Rapping Hobo Unkown as I strole threw town ryhming along 2my songs.... Talks going around town my waisted Talent,,Denied the Angel of music 4 his wrongs..rumors been let out,,could have been signed a well known.. Could have owned a mansion and fancy Cars,,Could of been a Star Born... But Ive been for warned of The cosequences,,I wont be sitting on the Fence.. Wont be waisting my GOD givin talents,,My lyrics arnt for thier World... No 100,000 dollar contracts could ever make me sighn 9n with the Black hand.. All that amounts to is Hell Eternal,,Money is tha root to all Evils,, Goes against my Wil...I kill in His name I don't make no deals with the DealMaker... I dont support those crossbones and skulls, Dont praise Ball, Didnt answere your call. All for your 15minutes of fame,,,more like an eternity spent in the Flames. So I remain ruff rogged&raw fighting the struggle thirsty with hunger pains,, Somehow I sustain..Just when I thought I wouldn't remain HE came threw again. All the while i smile on the rome , ryhming my songs,,As the Rapping Hobo Unknown... Drifting along...with my Long lost hit songs One day I will Perform for My GOD... ILL BE THE RAPPING HOBO UNKNOWN at my Home Sitting on my Throne,, No more hay makers,,No Mo No more fakers No mo No mo opportunistic taker I'm Now KNOWN AS THA MUSIC MAKER. Tha Hip Hop Baker OF Oildale Bakers. WE ARE THE MAKERS OF MUSIC,, HIS STEWERDESS who once romed the Earth.. We are HIS MUSIC MAKERS...the nonfakers Satan's deal breaker,, meet my maker THE RAPPING HOBO UNKNOWN! Got a whole show planned for HIM Wen I get HOME. Dont let it be known,,We Be Jamming While HE'S SITTING on HIS THRONE. Got it all up in my head these lyrics you best bet I won't be forgetting on HomeComing..