You don’t want me for your corporate shill
That’s just fine, coz I’ll deal
But when you go and disrespect me
Well, I gotsta protect me
Y’all may say I’m mentally ill
And I'll forgive you for saying, “Man, chill!”
But all I can think now is kill, kill, kill
A quick drive over to your block
I see you, I whip out my Glock
Less than a second to pull the trigger
BANG! You’re dead, and I snigger
Nah, doin’ you won’t be no thrill,
But don’t think I ain't got the will
Coz now I know it’s time to kill, kill, kill!
Had some of you going with my psychopath-street-rhyme, didn't I?
For those who've been following along, I've had some job interviews lately. Well, I've found a new writing gig; it's temporary, and nothing exciting, but it'll pay the bills while I continue looking for a real job. Personally, I think I should be paid for blogging!
Thanks for your good wishes (and for not reporting this satirical post to the authorities).