He had landed in North Korea. Oof. He empties himself out and then decides that he'd try and find someone nice to eat. However as he walked through the wreckage as the only survivor and into town he realized. EVERYONE HERE IS SKINNY. Like twig skinny. But then he is dragged into some alleyway. "Help us" whispers a man dressed like some sort of gangster who was also skinnay. "Who tf you be hoe" Tom whispers back with a very unsatisfied belly. "We're the rebellion" shouts like 12 people as they emerge from the man dressed like a gangster. They all start beatboxing and then the original ganster starts rapping.
Yeah, yeah
Ayo, Tom Ham, it's time.
It's time, Tom Ham (aight, Tom Ham, begin).
Straight out the sad dungeons of rap.
The death drops deep as does my poverty.
I never dying, 'cause to dying is the dictator of antipoverty.
Beyond the walls of deaths, life is defined.
I think of Freedom when I'm in a North Korea state of mind.
Hope the lead got some speed.
My screed don't like no dirty feed.
Run up to the heed and get the breed.
In a North Korea state of mind.
What more could you ask for? The disgusting death?
You complain about Kim Jong Un.
I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the seth.
I'm rappin' to the depression,
And I'm gonna move your possession.
Hungry, starving, depressed, like a sadness
Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a madness.
I can't take the Kim Jong Un, can't take the need.
I woulda tried to crying I guess I got no feed.
I'm rappin' to the possession,
And I'm gonna move your depression.
Yea, yaz, in a North Korea state of mind.
When I was young my dictator had a shibboleth.
I waz kicked out without no beth.
I never thought I'd see that seth.
Ain't a soul alive that could take my dictator's breath.
A sharp dictatorship is quite the dip.
Thinking of Freedom. Yaz, thinking of Freedom (Freedom).
TO BE CONTINUEd
