lmfao HE WAS being serious.. in his own words "i been rapin for about 15 years and dr dre signed me".. did i mention he also has a lamborghini with an srt motor and a jet pack? lol
Yo, Im a loser a hillbilly peice of shit from the Midwest fucking shit up is what I do best Im a virgin cause all I get is ass skipping class for a shitty dick and arash I need spellcheck, I cant type for shit but thats okay,cause I got alifes supply from this girls ass already today my minds blankin, yea I need more ass or maybe I shouldnt have skipped out on English class my brains hurtin I think the shit on my schlong went to my head Im completely mad, 100% insane,need to fuck some more ass now I need some brain I need sodomy, thats all I need dont need no pussy dont need no weed I just need some head, need some ass need some chest o there is one other thing I could use I could use some meth MIDWEEEEEEEEEEEEST!!!!!!!!
after i rap, the crowd don't clap, the guns do my shit speaks the art of war, like sun tzu look at my lungs, that shit's the harm that blunts do cause when i control a z, i'm not talking bout undo ....too high to rhyme.
I grew up abt a block from a crime scene My mom screamed as my daddy beat wit 5 beams n I dreamed Dat we will leave n b betta but instead I got bullshit Can't pay rent,can't do shit cuz my pockets barely had 2 cents Just a useless ***** skatin since I was 666 My fellow black folks teased at me n made me use my fist Now I'm 10 yrs older n my dreams still remain da same To get the cream n get the fame Scratch guns cuz my native tonge will leave ur cranium filled wit shattered remains I'm young wild n insane N its funny how I'm bustin over internet chats Where Internet cats b claimin hard lifes but da only heat dey see is from gettin tans I'm from la where even gbangers smoke u for havin spray cans Cuz out here its where u from N if u write u betta hope if u ever get caught its by a cop not banger Cuz they'll blast u n da head n hit up dey hood n yo blood to let othas know wen enter u n danger
yo, my pops wasn't much more then an alcoholic might be apallin' but the ways i see'em i call'im now im fallin', in the exact same sort of hole and slump just another chump tryna make some change so i can get drunk been high for days, binging on weed and booze choose to use and choose to lose eh
im a troubled teenager couldnt finish school how you want me to study if weed is still illegal let the dog bark, i spit sixteen for the sick teens hard people , skippin school just to hit trees atmosfear , im the one that a man must fear ill sneak in your house and youll wake up with your guts pierced this is fierce here , i aint playin you think you big time when you cant even sing fake gangstas get clapped , while i hit your bitch's ass your stupid career in the past , and i aint ever lookin back let the click clack , glock shots at your wrist watch its about time i bust at you til your shit stops uncouncious is how you leave your listeners with that small amount of views on your space wonder why you act like a prisoner? you a loser , a sell out , a bitch i dont even care about gitmoney's is the place and youre about to go out BITCH LYRICALLY , i fucked your mom's , your sis' and even your dog got a piece of it eat shit
for the lulz, dont take this seriously dead babies, eatin em so fast youd think i have rabies. a christians child fund couldnt even save these. sneakin into the fraternity ward, late at night, these babies dont even put up a fight. "why is so easy for you abor?" you may ask. because theyre babies you fucking twit. all they do is eat, sleep, and shit. so why should anyone give a fuck? to be honest, the crew and i are known to use one as a hockey puck. yeah. we the piss. we chop em into pieces, im a bad man, youre a penis, and your whole crew smells like feces. some dont get why we gobble these infants like turkeys. little do they know a steady diet of youngins is the only true cure for herpes. now that you know, get to munchin. umbilical cords are what youll be crunchin, theyll be punchin the clock, now go enjoy yourself a fried baby cock. word.
Lyrics like a volcano spitting hot fire burn you *****z like pompe leave you stuck in time nice itll gimmie to chop and roll this dime puff, puff, puff it's easy to compete but you can't beat what i skeet loll
this one is titled "gangsta lovin" g fat, if i could have one man, itd be you, id look you in the eye and itd be on, the love we would make would be bomb, wede hold hands an skip, fingers laced, we might get maced, by jealous lovers, but i dont care about that, because i plan on sodomizing you...with a wiffle ball bat no homo
gitmoney spits honey, its molasses, sweet, and drips from her clit the only time she collects change is when shes riding handles of compaing signs for tips you got no hope and im the death star blastin your planet quick im exposin your tits just like wat justin timberlake did to janets nips
Fuck incarceration, let insanity spark creation Start invasions, and let my crew conquer nations The light erases whatever the dark embraces I roam the streets rockin black like the hearts of pagans It's bonkers ain't it? The way we metaphorically change And grow out of old beliefs that we swore we'd maintain And nothing's the same, everything's different, for shame In a world inspired by televisions and video games
back to basics ill spit it and give you a facelift penetrate with the scalple til you tasteless cut off ya tongue like germanys past of racists flyin through time with a spaceship amazement no replacement my music be puttin holes in ya ears similar to them guages slaves to my sound like religions to their bibles pages concentration my flows somthin similar to my beats blow like rosker fosgates and subwoofers shakin the shit similar the bodies use of prostate n im constantly paid i gota get mine fuck the hatin im steady on the grind and i got the betty thatll boot you back like kickin clocks benjamine in the united nations britian be money makin im spittin flows like motions of boats on top of oceans sittin at docks in them lakes and im spittin it hot its like the lava out the mountains base but its refreshing like gatorade fountains taste im countin my cheeze like a rat mathmatition with pace for first place imitation is hilarious like you clowns eatin where shes menstratin face full of blood and disgraced investigatin me like you wanna kno my steez ull get ya life smoked like inflatin the dro within the bleez showin these fakes that its fuck em cop me a nine n i buck em both my nuts u can suck em and my bullets u cant duck em your feathers im pluckin and the ties at your funeral gets tucked in this is game over like O.T. n me shootin the puck in i am pure bred and to me you just muttin nothin you bitchs n hoes down to me like malibu's bill gluckman cluckin kill somethin cuttin necks to the belly button..
your rhymes are long and i dont have the attention span, im a bad man, i once stole a child from nusery school because he was sippin on his juicy juice thinkin he was cool, i took him back home and i tied him to my heater, then i took out the good ol todler beater, it might look like a belt but dont be fooled because in the school of sadistic torture is where i was schooled. i hit him in the taint and i hit him in the throat, you could say i pretty much got his goat, while im writing down this rhyme i can still hear him screamin, thats because i have him skinned and sitting in a pool of my semen. word life *b boy stance*
Scheme, your rhymin is wack it's like a 12 year old gangster will talk shit but'll never attack I'm still waiting, come on pussy boy, fight back I spit rhymes that'll make your brain sizzle and burn Until your brains nothing more than ashes in an urn Get out of the graff game buddy, practice some more Work on your handstlye, your throwie, wait your turn Your still a yungin, with much to learn The reason you can't pay attention the the rhymes that i say Is not because your attention span is inevitably weak But because your just so pathetic and gay That nothing that comes out of your matches with what i have to say I look at your sig, and am reminded of supremacist, white aryans that fuck their mothers, and are through and through european, american Naming their kids Joy Hitler, and Aryan Nation This is the rebirth of STR, shaping the graff game like the Blue Prints of a Mason*