Hahaha…

Got Blitz in here dancin…

Welcom to the album mother fuckers!

My name is Ian Taylor.

I don’t even know what the albums called yet…

Here we go,


Hi, I’m Ian Taylor. I’m the guy you prolly wanna marry.

All these other acts up on the stage look extra ordinary.

I feel extraordinary, fresh up out the mortuary,

Haters thought they killed me but I’m back. They cannot terminate me.


I’m not uncertain. I’m certain I’m swervin through the masses,

Buildin’ up my listeners curbin all your enthusiasm.

Always wanted to be like Cooper. I’m no good at actin’.

Rap became my passion subtracting the pain like having aspirin.


So what they got to say now?

You gonna tell me Ian’s tallent ain’t insane now?

You gonna tell me I should give up or should stay down?

You better get up out my face before you’re face down.


See I never ever really liked my high school days.

I’m just really really glad we don’t recycle days,

‘Cause if I went ever went back I’d become the next school shooter.

Spillin’ out my bullets spraying blood on the computers,


But instead I’m sippin’ whiskey in the sunshine.

I got a blunt fryin, getting high for lunch time,

And when it’s crunch time, I get that shit all done fine,

Then I go home to my girl and let her suck my-


Ha.. Head up to the mountains got my snowboard,

Got Brandon drivin us. I need to toke more.

So I go and grab the wraps. Get the weed up out the sack.

Then we roll us up some doobies and we smoke four.


Then we..

Uhhhh… Shit... I forgot…

Damnit Brandon I told you I’m way too high for this shit,

Fuck it, look.

Cuttin’ up my competition often. It’s an odd addiction.

Got some bitches on my dick. I gotta get ‘em on the dishes.

Got a chick already if I’m lucky she gon’ like a chick and,

Fuck her with me. Fuck her silly. ‘Till then sponge is all they getting.


I been getting pretty nifty with these written words of mine.

Getting pretty tipsy drinking I cannot discern the time.

I burn a rhyme with confidence and rock it with a furnished rhyme.

Shit I set the couch on fire! Good thing I ain’t purchase mine. Thanks Mom!


Still living at my momma’s place,

But homie I feel great. I go across the states.

I go and play to all the places for an honest wage,

And finally I am not even feelin all that rage,


That seemed to come across my brain in the past.

Yea I went insane. It’s okay it ain’t last.

But homie even though all of the pain didn’t last,

I seem to find it left scars on my face and my back.


Like whether I would fight, turn my back to run and hide,

I’d always feel the damage on the front or from behind,

But I’ve battled with my demons and I’ve rounded up a legion.

So I’m pledgin my aliegence to the game and I’ma Lead it.


‘Cause I breathe it live and dream it. If I’m ever gonna see it,

Then I gotta fucking seek it. Gotta work ‘till I ain’t dreamin’,

And I got it. Ain’t leavin’ bitch so stop it.

If shit is what you’re talkin’ then I’ll wrap you in a coffin,

‘Cause I’m sick.


Ha… yea, that was tight.

Brandon, Brandon did you hear that shit?

Wrap you in a Coffin cuz I’m sick

Alright, anyway, anyway, anyway…


Elegant rhetorics getting me evidence of my intelligence.

Gettin’ me benefits. Shit homie, I probably could have been president.

Settle for raking in Benjamins. Capital B ‘cause my edicate’s evident.

Wreckin’ it every day is my settlement. Bettered my temperament.

Never been better. I’m reppin it but it’s like,


Everybody wanna tell me how to do what I do,

What I do, Most em couldn’t do it if they tried to.

They can’t do what I do, Fuck em if they try to.

What I do? None of ‘em could do it if they tried to. No they couldn’t.

And That’s Taylor.


Yuh,

That’s Taylor

Aye, Aye yo Brandon I think that’s what Imma name this song,

Yea

That’s Taylor!

Shoooot

Aight Guys

I hope you enjoy the rest of the album

For now

Peace!