Lil Churro - Anomaly

Hi, this won't be dry don't sweat I'm the most wet
You guys will scream aye like the grades that I don't get
Better yet I'll make a better version with some better verses
I thought Yogi Bear and Yogi Berra were the same person
But right now, sit down its nice to meet you
I really don't know what this clown can even teach you
So strap in, relax, you might even laugh a bit
I'm blasphemous I'll commit rap sacrilege
Like anyone who says nothing rhymes with orange
I'll show you're horrid cause my flow is enormous
I tore the door hinge to my family storage
To make a more big orfice for this four-inch porpoise
First name Julian Last name Torres
I'm repping a legendary beard like Chuck Norris
I'm not sure how to pronounce the word clitoris
Anyway, segue into the chorus

I hope this is how I make a song
Cut it a bit short so it doesn't go too long
I might be coming on strong but don't get me wrong
I got very little brains and much less of brawn
And right now you're prolly asking what next?
So this is the part of the song where I flex

My purchases are great you'll think Louisiana made it
Slay with a banana katana and then I'll animate it
Got frostbite from the wrist ice amputate it
I'm too sick on this mic it's contaminated
People posting selfies give me issues
Caption it imma leave this here nah take that shit with u
Want me to hit u with some word play bet I can
Pass me the ball I'll verbally meg a man
I rock no capcom mega man
You beating me is harder than finding meg a man
So far I've written this with no curses
Fuck it that wouldn't be fun for anyone who heard it
Yeah I know my flow is far from perfect
But sans that shit I wrote this in cursive
This song is longer than another rapper might do
Yeah they got some rhymes
But they got like 3 good lines
That's not a rap tho
Bitch that's a haiku
You don't wanna spar with me I'm a bar machine
I'm hard to beat with accuracy like its archery
I gotta pipe down I'm really stressing out
Imma head out and find some more shit to flex about

I hope this is how I make a song
Cut it a bit short so it doesn't go too long
I might be coming on strong but don't get me wrong
I got very little brains and much less of brawn
And right now you're prolly asking whats next?
So this is the part of the song where I introspect

Full disclosure I'm kind of a loner
A girl once touched my shoulder and I got a boner
I'm a simp son but I'm not talking bout homer
Only things I play with are myself and a controller
But I guess for right now I'll stay an optimist
Act pompous exude that confidence
Clean up don't look so disheveled
But I wonder what can happen when I hit that level
I can spit about screwing bitches and doing business spitting hits and tripling tickets up In the double digits
Show that I'm the illest and sickest
But that's not the me I want y'all to witness
I'll stay myself I'll have this handled
And hope in the meantime I don't get cancelled

I hope this is how I make a song
Cut it a bit short so it doesn't go too long
I might be coming on strong but don't get me wrong
I got very little brains and much less of brawn
And right now you're prolly asking what's next?
So this is the part of the song where I end this mess

Alright one more rhyme and then I'll disappear
I don't care this is the dopest song no one will ever hear

Written by:
Julian Torres

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