Kanye makes music, and everybody knows;
Speaks of his greatness, everywhere he goes.
Claims to be, the biggest artist of all time;
Says he’s broke, not even a dime.
To the tune of, 53 million in debt;
Most say it’s hype, you wanna bet?
Promotes his businesses, with crazy Twitter rants;
Charges 500 dollars, for sweat pants.
Disses Taylor Swift, calls her “Fake ass bitch”;
Even though he’s rich, I wouldn’t want to switch.
71.5 million, on Swifty’s Twitter;
Him not so much, probably why he’s bitter.
Kanye wants to be like, Jay Z and Dre;
Asked Zuckerberg, one billion dollars to pay.
Begging for money, on his Twitter account;
Wants to fund his ideas, with a huge amount.
Says he wants to help the world, like he’s a savior;
Just looks crazy, from his nutty behavior.
Says he’s more influential, by 50 percent;
Hard to measure, what he meant.
Apostle Paul and Picasso, he says he’s bigger;
Talks to his friends, like “Hey, Yo Nigga”.
Bill Cosby innocent, is what he tweeted;
Just for hype, it’s exposure he needed.
I read some of Kanye’s writing, can’t spell worth a damn;
Part of his fame, is that he’s such a ham.
A lyrical genius, he thinks he is;
Won’t be long, and he’ll be out of the biz.
People think he needs mental help, more and more;
With his words and actions, it looks for sure.
Kanye is riding high, in the limelight;
Eminent downfall, could be his plight.
Never been a fan of his, his ego is too large;
He’s loud mouthed, and wants to be in charge.
Can’t wait for the day, when he takes his fall;
Maybe there’s others, happy us all.