Correction Lyrics Rhyme Zone writes a rap by MALINDA

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You think that I'm a no one, like I don't have the magic
All these haters like zombies bein' sarcophagic
I promise I won't live my life all clandestine
I'll sing it proud and loud, feel my pa**ion in your intestine
You try to define me, try to put me in a box
But I'll keep dominatin' like the 2014 Seattle Seahawks
I'm an entrepreneur, a bada** and a force
I own my own polo team and my own riding horse (weird flex but ok)
I'm loaded with houses from Tokyo to Bologna
And my rhymes are as clever as George Bernard Shaw

That… doesn't even rhyme but okay

I'm not bein' facetious or tryna be cute
But my decor is as crafted as accessory fruit
Yeah, that's my closet over there, nothin' but silk and satin
How could I make it any more clear? Am I speakin' Biblical Latin?
You just don't understand, and that fills me with anger
The trolls is annoying and insignificant as dander (ooh)
You better watch out (what?), 'cause I'm blowin' like a landmine
Risin' high in the sky as a Northern pitch pine
When I was younger, I listened to my daddy
He always wanted me to be a star real bad
He told me, "Honey, you gotta be strong and brave
Make 'em do what you tell 'em, read their minds like a theta wave"
You can't hide your light, you can't shut down like a clam
Be the star of the show like a honey roasted picnic ham
Because who doesn't like ham (yeah!), especially with cheese?
Well, except for people for whom it might give them a gland disease
But woah, never mind, this rap is a bit of a doozy
Better refocus, make it funky and make it bluesy (ohh)
I'm shootin' for the moon because I've always had a dream
But in the face of my fears, it melts like soft ice cream
All my ambitions be nothing and it breaks my damn heart
I'm lyin', I ain't rich, I still get my underwear from Walmart
Don't have a home with a roof or a door
I'm just sittin' here by my campfire and eatin' a s'more
But you'll see, I'll be back all quick like a bunny
My hopes and my dreams burnin' brighter than the sun, hee
I'm number one, don't mean last or penultimate
I'm just spittin' facts and you're just bein' a fussbudget
OHHHHHHHHHH

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