Hip-Hop Poem by tiyler durden
Hip-Hop
I hate hip-hop
It makes me want to
Smack some one in the chops
When I sit on the bus
And I hear that noise and fuss
I scream inside
I want to cry
This damn hip-hop
It’s a shame
It will drive me to the grave
in Brooklyn we got all kinds of hip hop tough place to gargle words wind up gurgling blood switch to Mozart always possible
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4/26/2024 6:04:32 PM # 1.0.0.1119
IM WITH YOU I CANT STAND HIP HOP