/lit/ - Literature

Here's a rap David wrote in 1994.

Ayo DFW back up in this mawfucka
Bout to spit some PoMo Flow
My Nigga Tommy P, get at me
Prepare for hot bars of Doom
Also, fuck you, Harold Bloom!
Ayo, so, but then, it goes like this:
Ayo my homie pass the Blotter
Get my shit high. Epiphany: This Is Water
Weed smoke to my dome, white banner flying,
Thinkin of my Moms, The Bitch had me crying
Fuck Harvard, yo, I dropped the fuck out
That's when I met a new literary scout
I wrote some shit, yeah, it was 'ight
About some bitch and her crazy plight
Now I'm finna unload my Best
Shit's gonna cash, funny, a true Infinite Jest
My prose is swag-central, Swag-O--Matic
I wrote a potboiler, The Corrections,
I told my homie Franzen he could have it
I needa get my dick sucked to scratch an itch
I got no love for hoes tho, I'll throw a table at a bitch
Yo, girl, show me the tushy, let me at that Audience Pussy
Blast your O-Ring with my load
Orin is me, I still ain't no love for hoes
Let me tell you again who I am:
Davey Wallace, bitch, and this ends my jam

>tfw you'll never be this hot

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what's the deal with these?