Here's a rap David wrote in 1994

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

If you spent another hour editing it would have been funny.

You aren't funny.

>haters

also
>implying I'd edit a post I spent a total of 2 minutes thinking up and typing

Ya lad, we know how long you spent on it.

that's not what he wrote. THIS is hat he wrote.

Hey my name is david foster wallace and I'm here to say
I got the freshest lines, don't go away
I can rhyme orange with door hinge
fuck you dumbass ass niggas white people supreme
bitch don't ream
just cum and cream
lick my dick suck out the cream
this ain't no dream
you sucking my cream
right out my peen!

ok maybe five minutes
I'm sorry you lie about how much time you spend on things though

>projecting

I think you need to stop reading and reading about dfw

Here's another that goes out to you from DFW's ghost
it's called suck my dick, user

Yo, I'm getting sick if your spergy shit
Stick your head in a bag and take a helium hit
So not even your mother has to put up with your lack of wit
Your rightful place: on a chink board
Spewing your trite opinions on the written word
Your second rightful place: down on your knees
While I, Daddy Wallace, hit a blunt full of dem trees
Mouth open, user, as I unsheathe my thing
I call it Big Daddy, or The Pale King