Monica Lewinsky

[Verse 1]
It's gonna be another cold winter
I lost my mentor, Master Splinter
He retired, come back here mister
I lost my girl to a guy and I got left behind
I lost my sister to a twister that was inside of her mind
I got two friends shippin' off to the military
What the hell do I even have goin' for me?
All I really know how to be is a dishwasher
I can make tea and I can smoke weed
Y'all don't know me, y'all ain't homies
I'm gonna put on my work uniform and go see my boss
Make a little over minimum wage, geez, thanks G
Same old car with the same old plain seats
I would've rather been a gangster
But I'm raised from lame streets
Before I found my confidence, I would retreat
But now I think I'd rather fight first
Try to put you in the concrete
Hope that they don't blast off
Cause they kept me off the edge
When I was feelin' depressed
And dealin' a bit of a mess
If you wanna come and take from my fuckin nest
I always gotta ask and wonder what's next
And of the homies that wanna dap me up
Can just hit me up with one text
Been a little bit since I've been sexed
Any girls that wanna hit me up
Just hit me up and hen we flex

[Hook]
Hip-hop Monica Lewinsky
Cause Clinton really fucked me
I know this town, they call it Clinton
Wait what's that sound?
It's what was written
And who's that clown?
Oh he's a dimwit
Who makes rap music
But I think he quit
Wait, what's that he's usin'?

[Verse 2]
Hi, I'm Joseph
I'm shy and awkward
Okay bye, I know I won't make it to Harvard
I made jokes about myself, called that self-deprecation
They called my old raps crap, they're shit like defecation
Now I walk up to the mic and you can hear my dedication
I'm actually tryin' and shit and I cut my education
Sailed out on a ship and I called that a vacation
I wrote 3 albums on the trip if fame ain't my next destination
(guess I'll quit)
Then my phone killed itself, I'm saying RIP
Then a lot of motherfuckers gonna want an explanation
Bitch they say I'm dumber than
Billy Hitchcock from Final Destination, post-decapitation
But I've got nothing to say
Except to sit there and wait and pray
That maybe I'll make it one day
But that isn't a day that'll come my way
I put on the retard act at school, man
Yeah that's right, I acted a fool
I played the part, man
You know you're not cool
Yeah man, well who the fuck said that I was?
Throw my notebooks out the window of the fuckin' bus
There were really days where my homies ran from the fuzz
We used to buy the rolling paper, shout out to **********
Getting stoned like *****
Shout out to Tyler for getting my name out there
And how could I forget about Miguel?
(I have to suffer with the earrape)
Stretch the caution tape, but who's soul you take?
His name was LEEJOE, we know that he had a gun
And a dab, the lyrics to The Eminem Show, a stick of gum
And a notepad
And how'd he die?
Some guy pulled out a gun, now he's toe-tagged
Looks more like a suicide
Nobody would kill this guy and brag
Well I heard that the motherfucker went to hide
I stepped away from all of this rap shit
You know that it's a sin to stay full of pride
I know you only bump this shit when you all get fried
I told a couple people I make music
Yeah the loser's makin' music in a Buick
Thinkin' that this bitch is the rap Stanley Kubrick