Rap Scallion, Verse 1

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Inspiration hits with a flash, stories written on the go. A rumble of laughter and the tale is heard only in echoes. The wind blows me in a new direction. Whom shall I visit next?


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I am the hip-hop green onion,

They call me the Rap Scallion

To quote Damon Runyon,

I look like a million

If you try to cut me, man, you outta luck

I’m nobody’s garnish you can go and get fucked

No herbs, no peppers, no not even salt

Better stay out of my face, or face my assault!


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