Hot Rod: A Poem Analysis

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Yeah I used to know this guy They called him Hot Rod Him being Hot was a lie We all knew he was flawed You a Pop Tart sweetheart, you’re soft in the middle Tryna figure out why you’re so wack is like solving a riddle Come on Rod, I’ve been waiting to blow I wanna welcome everyone to the MCL Sprain show (Hook) Hot Rod, Hot Rod, Hot Rod, why you so wack All the MCL’s are doing are just spitting straight facts Hot Rod, Hot Rod, Hot Rod, hitting you harder than a warhead Meet me on the court and I’ll dunk it on your head (Verse 2) I could kill you with 4 bars, that’s a Kit Kat Kickin’ back, while I spit dumb flows with this sick rap You think you balling? Boy, you just sit the bench Meet me on the court and leave yo pants with a foul stench

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