The irony of this is saying the opposite of what you mean,
And I be thuggin in this ghetto, the city is what you see (verbal, Sunnyvale isn't that ghetto)
Yeah you know, I'll be racking up this dough, make some mo, (situational because I'm only holding a dollar...)
Yeah fosho, call me Temmy Doggy Dog so you know? (allusion)
And no I don't, I'm just cool, I'm on fire, icy hot, (oxymoron)
Sexy grills, tall and brown, don't be hatin cuz you're not. (imagery/hyperbole)
I'm straight up gangsta, best believe it, no deceiving, get this feeling (literal statement)
I'm appealing, five finger discounts cuz I'm stealing,
Why am I so ghetto man, fool I'm from the hood. (dramatic)
I never passed the 8th grade, get that understood
I care about the planet; putting trees in my lungs, (metaphor/symbol)
Fly as hell, I knock em out, tiny wanna be punks. (dramatic/apostrophe)
Or I'll let my gat do the talking, she says "you lookin fine" (personification)
Give them hershey's kisses, with m and m's and the 9. (allusion)
Trick or treatin may be over, but Thanksgiving's coming up
Thankful that your body aint under my pickup truck,
My verse is almost over, I thank you for your time,
And nah, I'm ain't no gangsta with my prewritten lines,
I love dogs and cinnamon cookies with extra spices
Did you know I just rapped about our literary devices?
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