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A Twitter-girl got mad that I added her and insulted me without first asking me to remove her. Sounds like a rap needs to be written about her.

AuroraAsuncion (the one and only)

Aurora, you bore-uh
Wish you were my adorah
I'm a real person with feelings
When the sun burns, my skin's peeling

Your updates aren't private
Why don't u try some hidin'
You're open to the world
But your language makes me hurl

Aurora the warriuh
I think I will ignore ya
This is the last chance from me
I choose to let you be
But next time someone follows ya
Don'tcha fuss and hollah, yo

(I twittered the rap as well, but the lines don't show up well, had to post it in four parts and abbreviate words. Don't know if I will be doing that anymore.)

http://www.twitter.com/Matty_Rapper    

I'm staying in the game
but I feel so lame
I forget the names
Of those gents and dames
Don't tell me I gotta hustle
Cuz I have some of that muscle
I have the pieces of the puzzle
I just need a little nuzzle

Just give me another chance
And see how long I last
Just give me one more shot
And I'll give you all I got

I'd pretend I was through with you
But I have so much still left to do
Who knew I'd rise again
Just like Tupac should have been
I'd fear for my life
Or become somebody's wife
But I got a lot on my list
And I don't have the time to diss

Just give me another chance
And see how long I last
Just give me one more shot
And I'll give you all I got
No don't tell me what I'm not
Or ask what battles have I fought

I got a lot on my list
And I don't have the time to diss

Just give me another chance
And see how long I last
Just give me one more shot
And I'll give you all I got

I know it's mainly still singing.


I nearly forgot my password to this account. I tried everything. Almost gave up.

Have I really not posted in over a year
No one shed a tear
'Cause they're all drinking beer

They're drowning in their fears
'Cause it appears
Their accounts are in arrears

I've been trotting the globe asking
Why time's passing
And no one's doing a damn thing

People numbed into being entertained
By blondes without brains
I disdain

Sitting on a couch while our freedom wanes
And everyone complains
There's always someone to blame

No one wants a revolution
or to invoke the Constitution
They're too busy trying to get absolution

We live in an age of guilt
Blood spilt
Yet we're all walking on stilts

Instead of picking up the bodies on the ground
The putrid smell has got me bound
To wanting to throw the dogs in pound

The one in charge
The ones who barge
In with their large
Guns for fun
Trying to teach us how it's run

You know that leads to revolt
But these passionless dolts
Won't rise up, instead they sold

Their last ounce of passion
To trying to keep up with the last fashions

Let me tell you when your home has fore-closed
No one will care 'cause the whole world has their woes
You spent your money on all those clothes & iPhones

So the people in charge shouldnta lent you the money
The CEOs still get bonuses and they think it's funny
Whoever let them get away was a dummy

So I'll let you get back to your TV shows
Written by dummies and featuring hos
I'm too busy finding a solution to keep up with those

Love,
Mathilde