Rolling, rapping

Falling in your death Cannot stand your breathe Cause I’m going through What I’m gonna do Springing to the head Where I’ll find you there Hollywood is goo D I’ll drive to you’d Make me a hard life Done it cause i’m not dead I’ve got a plastic bag Here have some garlic bread This isn’t the big part It is only the beginning Doing this rap Maybe the reason why I’m living Now is the time to start the chorus 321 now it’s time for the cautious part Rolling, rapping Raging,riffing Wailing,storming Flying,hating Rolling down the hills Rapping me some chills Raging all my quills Riffing guitar tills Wailing like the wind Storming like the end Flying in the air Hating just don’t care Here it comes again Got a pocketful of friends This time I won’t play Ducks ducks no way This time I won’t mess around This time I have things all sound Full wait a minute Cause I’m talking now speaking Give me a second Cause I’m freeing now freeing They’re innocent people All locked up So how about hey That’s so messed up Oh no a lone jo So what’s up Do you know anything About those rocks Innocent people So messed up So now to face the wrath of Rapping pup Rolling rapping Raging riffing Wailing storming Flying hating Rolling rapping Up this crazy show Now it is time to End this rapping slow