Emily Clibourn

baby i want a tulip for my turnip,
then maybe we can burn it,
burn baby burn burn
the fire thats already been burnin

hot hot my brother, hot hot


i told you ive been rhyming,
well rapping and tapping more like,
cause when i make these things up,
its like its like an umbrella, im away.

damn, hold on, shit,
the frictions lifting,
shifting,
nope, now were falling.

oops sorry


c.2010 Clibourn