"Acoustic Rhymer" as written by and William David Galewood....
How do I explain that I must entertain

to be deranged on the stage is like a thousand octane

I'm burning cells in the brain

And you must do the same and you mustn't complain

Though your hair never changes

Cause everybody's rain falls down

And you got to get up with the punch

Get your breakfast and lunch

and for dinner, a half a side of sin and now

If you ask who I am I be Bush W. the white rap man

The acoustic rhyme-er, and I get much higher, than you


Formerly a pain, and my life is a strange

With the pop and lock chain

And my pants stay stained

And another missed hits

With a thing like this

A love without a miss

Tune in the titty twist

And that's right I just said "titty!"

I'm banging it up that's me

Double what? That's me!

If you ask who I am I be Bush W. The white rap man

The acoustic rhyme-er, and I never tire of taking vitamin ME

(It's "Me Time" Bitch!)



Baby, Baby, Baby Oh you're my sugar baby

Baby, Baby, Baby Oh you're my little baby



Now that I'm done, with new song song

With the lyrics on the run

And the table full of pun

I feel another with a bun

And my breaks are nearly done

Now I'm rap with the chumps

With a brain all numb

And hey all out there, I love you!

Cause I'm the original gangster from Cleveland (OHIO)

And I I I, well I'm self proclaimed

If you ask who I am I be Bush W. the white rap man

The acoustic rhyme-er, and I'm feeling fly-er, along with you



Baby,Baby, Baby Oh your my sugar baby

Baby,Baby, Baby Oh your my little baby


Lyrics submitted by clarinut

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