Love Dove (Call Me That)

I’m at peace
With loving someone
Who doesn’t love me back
Hey, maybe I fall in love later
And my love for her will be replaced
That can happen, a lot of things can happen
I throw a beat on, I feel like rappin’
Maybe make a love song
About her, maybe someday she’ll hear it
Rap it to her on my bedside
I know, I’m getting cheesy
That’s just where my feelings reside


Love Her

I love her like tortillas, like the hottest enchilada
I love her like a rap song, I love her like a pizza baked Hawaiian
I love her like the slang I use, love her like a joyster
I don’t even hate her, I just like annoying her
Annoying them, I stand tall amongst annoying men
That’s the crowd I roll with
I told her whole family I love her
They said, no shit


The Observer Who Comments

I was raised on the streets
I had not a thing to eat except
A breath of air, and not even fresh
In school I took tests, pure memorization
No practicality, hops
Banality rocks
In a world that dreads boredom
We ensured its antithesis
In the highest office
This is my rocker, I’m off this
Some people are born with no towel to toss in
Woe is they, I am repping for they
Kuz some people have too many problems
To blog about them all day



I move like sliding gelatin in the valley of orange rust

I entered my Prius in a tournament of Monster Trucks

That’s the type of shit I do

I move like a tropical storm across a puddle of rainwater

I throw farther a football than most QBs

I knew a guy named Ubeee

Yes, spelled with three Es, he was truly African

When I grab the pen, it’s like I masturbate

Eww I’m gross

I blasted a song on my speakers

My speakers were Bose