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A Late-Night Talk With a Random Home Lizard
Can you guess what I call him?
I am not starting with an intro, I am too lazy for that stuff. My friends and my family know me by one name, and that’s “Lazy”.
Even the sloths in the tropical forest are thinking of filing a copyright case against me for stealing their title.
You feel me, right? Homeboy Lizard?
Do you think you can challenge me in a “Laziness Contest”? Nah, bruh, you can’t even compete.
But, I will give you credit though — you’ve been chilling on that wall for the past five hours, but guess what? I have been lying in my bed for seven. That’s a solid two-hour lead I have on my name. So, “You should drop a respect on my name before I throw something at you and end you like how Eminem ends rappers with a single verse.”
Don’t mess with me, “Homeboy”
You are not worth my time.
I don’t like your vibe, and your color’s not doing you any favors either.
Plus- stop looking at me like you own the place.
This is my house.
And I only party with the spider you see under the table.
Yeahh “That’s my guy “Spidehh the table-man”
So, do yourself a favor and crawl back into whatever crack you came from before I get up and chase you out with Spidehh the table-man
And if you don’t believe me —
Yes, I actually had a talk with my home lizard.
It was a man-to-man conversation.
Stay tuned for the next “P A R T”
“ Homeboy Strikes Back”
