Let me start off with...
Some sick rhymes with weak arms I kick drums to pick up the pieces that you warm, the one to always stay calm, too late mum I'm on drugs, sniffin flee and grey worms, then stickin spit and red tongue
WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING? *lands in with a super saiyan kick and knocks the frog out of the house*
So... Erhmm *cough cough*
HAPPY BIRTHDAY MOM!
NINJA KICK HAAAYEEEEEAH *Snaps in and knocks the ghost out*
Dear mom,
A tribute by your favourite twin
[I thought Mom didn't pick favorites :o okay I'll leave-- *yeets away*]
(Who is thou!?)
Dear Mom,
A tribute by your favourite twin
I'm the nigga you need
I'm nigga who will grow a handsome breed
I'm the nigga who gon' be green as weed
I'm the nigga who loves you endlessly
Dear mom, nigga will keep you happy
Nigga is here if you feel sad an' sadistic
Nigga grows a beard, and they start calling him Slim Shady
But nigga knows better, he's a man of colour
He's a man of honour with three purple steeds
It may not make sense now, momma, but nigga is the propinquity of serenity
Nigga will bind the crazy fam together for you
Even when you leave this earth
As Captain Marvel to save Dearth Vader
Don't ask why, ask why not
It's your birthday, a poem to his mom, from son, with love lots
