the rhyme king
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When I go out, I'mma go out shooting
I don't mean when I die, I mean when I go out to the club, stupid
I'm tryna clean up my fukkin' image so I promised the fukkin' critics
I wouldn't say fukkin' for six minutes (Six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)
My baby's mom, bytch made me an angry blonde
So I made me a song, killed her and put Hailie on
I may be wrong, I keep thinking these crazy thoughts
In my cranium, but I'm stuck with a crazy mom
(Is she really on as much dope as you say she's on)
Came home, and somebody musta broke in the back window
And stole two loaded machine guns and both of my trenchcoats
Sick, sick dreams of picnic scenes
Two kids, sixteen with M-16's and ten clips each
And them shyts reach through six kids each
And Slim gets blamed in Bill Clint's speech to fix these streets
fukk that, pbbt – you fakkits can vanish to volcanic ash
And reappear in hell with a can of gas and a match
Aftermath, Dre, grab the gat, show 'em where it's at
(What the fukk you staring at, nikka?)
this is like a text book of a what a multisyllable rhyme scheme is to me imo.
like if i had to show what a multisyllable rhyme scheme this would be the verse to study
I don't mean when I die, I mean when I go out to the club, stupid
I'm tryna clean up my fukkin' image so I promised the fukkin' critics
I wouldn't say fukkin' for six minutes (Six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)
My baby's mom, bytch made me an angry blonde
So I made me a song, killed her and put Hailie on
I may be wrong, I keep thinking these crazy thoughts
In my cranium, but I'm stuck with a crazy mom
(Is she really on as much dope as you say she's on)
Came home, and somebody musta broke in the back window
And stole two loaded machine guns and both of my trenchcoats
Sick, sick dreams of picnic scenes
Two kids, sixteen with M-16's and ten clips each
And them shyts reach through six kids each
And Slim gets blamed in Bill Clint's speech to fix these streets
fukk that, pbbt – you fakkits can vanish to volcanic ash
And reappear in hell with a can of gas and a match
Aftermath, Dre, grab the gat, show 'em where it's at
(What the fukk you staring at, nikka?)
this is like a text book of a what a multisyllable rhyme scheme is to me imo.
like if i had to show what a multisyllable rhyme scheme this would be the verse to study