#IRS #HIPHOP #RAP #Lyrics

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Dear IRS,
In the game of chess, I’m the King.
To you, that may be no thing.
When once I had my honey, my Queen,
She stung me, took my money, and removed my sting.
Now, I stay buzzed, cause I once was, all the fuss.
Now, I just cuss. I have no trust. I’m bust.
I feel no love. I just lust. My wings, all rust.
All that’s left is to bite the dust. Only, if I must.
But, by now, you know me well enough.
You know that I’m straight up tough.
Especially, when the going gets rough.
I shoot from the hip.
I pay on the cuff and I don’t bluff.
For you, I hope that’s fine ’nuff.
Please, save it, save me, and don’t huff ‘n puff.

Dear IRS at my door,
My case, I rest, I have no more.
I attest, I’m a mess, I guess. That’s my plight.
It’s your right to pull the noose tight. I won’t fight.
I might hide from sight. Tell you to fly a kite.
I may be trite. So hard, I’ve tried.
My sin is, I have no pride.
Sorry, I have no more shite, to give.
My life, I lived. I gave.
Please forgive, I can’t behave.
Enslave and rape me. Take me.
Fuck me over.
As of now, I see no future.
Me, my martyr. Game for me is over.
Don’t hate, or be irate.
I’m late, again, I’m afraid.
I should’ve when I could’ve, paid.
I promise, I’ll send what I can, at a later date.
Or, I’ll just accept, it’s the end.
If, that’s my fate.

#IRS #HIPHOP #RAP #Lyrics