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3). Ain’t

Updated: Aug 9


 
INTRO


[voicemail audio]


 
HOOK


No, I ain’t got animosity

You know the money ain’t a loss for me

You ain’t shit, ain’t the boss of me

Ain’t in church, so you ain’t crossing me


 
VERSE ONE

I ain’t the one with the problem,

you’re the one hollerin’

I’m bullshit intolerant

What problem can I probably

Solve with this solvent?

Ain’t redacted no document,

I archived our content,

Every contract and comment,

Won’t delete a receipt,

Your defeat will be prominent!

You wanted lawyers involved?

Well, I’m already on it.

In jail again, you’re-in (urine)

So often,

I call it incontinent

This deposition’s a sonnet.

A flask in my hand,

Spittin’ this damn random anthem

Drinkin’ and drivin’ in tandem,

I’m amassina fandom

Driven like gas in the phantom,

I need one more aspirin,

Bars crammed on a napkin,

Cars crash and,

You eat while I’m

Trapped in a famine,

Call me the fodder,

But I ain’t the cannon,

I don’t give a damn-when

I’m being off brand

And I don’t understand,

how I’m getting hotter

Surrounded by fans!

Palming volumes of Valium

I’m drawin a crowd-in,

Show at the Bellagio,

I fall in a fountain,

I’m down and they’re countin,

Their fists up and pounding,

Too slow like adagio,

Get with the drowning!


 
HOOK

No, I ain’t got animosity

You know the money ain’t a loss for me

You ain’t shit, ain’t the boss of me

Ain’t in church, so you ain’t crossing me


 
VERSE TWO

I ain’t the one being violent,

But go on and try it,

I ain’t staying silent,

Promised me pitchfork,

But I got a trident

You wanna burn me, but,

I bring the hydrant,

You’ve been the tyrant!

You stay at the Hyatt,

And I can’t pay my-rent,

Ask you for my split,

And accuse me of entitlement.

But I ain’t the one with the loft,

This is kick-off,

Arm(ed) to the teeth,

Like you got a sick cough

I’m sharp as a tack, dawg,

Like an attack dog,

You better flee (flea),

Cuz I’m ticked off, so back off! I got receipts,

Sheets on a back log,

You ain’t seeing through the trees to me,

Like a back log!

When you speak it’s just perjury,

Cut deep like you’re in surgery,

The judge gives you the third degree,

Burn you, it’s a third degree.

If bull was taught in school,

Then you’d probably earn a P H D. That meanspiled high and deep

Congrats cuz that’s your third degree!

I guess I’m learnina lesson,

In how to spot a fraud,

Who only talks out his rectum,

I wreck you in court,

And then nod like you’re welcome.

Well I digress,

I’m a hard pill to swallow,

Even harder to digest.

Put you behind a-bar like Pablo Esc

You turn my stomach like IBS,

I’m so truthful when I speak,

It’s like, I undress,

Cuz I only talk shit, when I BS.

 
OUTRO


[voicemail audio]


 

© Erin Emily Wheeler, 2022.

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