I don't even fucking know how to rap
so brb while I take a fap
Oh lord I'm terrible
This shit never ends
I'm going to sleep to make
dream friends.
Yo
I'm hot
I'm fresh
I'm sick
Got a hundred million bitches on my dick
I be at the mall
I be at the zoo
Bitches be on my nuts
Like glue
Like this
Like that
Like this
I got two more bitches on my dick
What the shit
And this is
Another bitch on my dick
inb4 TH89 comes and rips it up.
[QUOTE=Carbo;31403244]Yo
I'm hot
I'm fresh
I'm sick
Got a hundred million bitches on my dick
I be at the mall
I be at the zoo
Bitches be on my nuts
Like glue
Like this
Like that
Like this
I got two more bitches on my dick
What the shit
And this is
Another bitch on my dick[/QUOTE]
But later I got them aids
because there were too maids
on my cock
fock
You see me postin all day erry' day.
Up all in that LMAO, yeah you know that place.
I might be compared to a shit posta.
But I aint no Arc Nova.
yo homie g I can't rap for shit
cause I'm just a little bitch
what that don't rhyme
fuck fuck um spare a dime
OH GOD
Looks like we got another brony, a homie
Avatar's Apple-jack, To be fair this thread is whack
oh god im terrible
Yo yo yo you are so stupid id
That ive just shit my pants
because i'm black y'all
cause i'm black y'all
cause i'm blackity black i'm black y'all
Yo yo i come up in around fast post threads just to find some shit rappers i cant believe what ive read,Only one close to giving a good beat is alex gt and he lives on the street.
They say but Jack you cant rap so just go but ima stay and titty wreck a ho.
I win at being the shittest at rape ever.
No surrender, no retreat aim the burners on em Death before dishonor is the only fucking motto Been this way since a kid, earned all my stripes
Made my way up, now everything is organized Connected with my USOs, VN down in san jo
We worldwide, mob shit, runnin with 454 Money to the sky, aint nobody could compete If you ain't ready to die, then you ain't ready to beef
AWW YEAH NIGUH
yo yo yo
yo yo yo wat up ya'll
yo yo
yo yo sheeeeeeit
word
Well Now don't you tell me to smile
You stick around I'll make it worth your while
Got numbers beyond what you can dial
Maybe it's because I'm so versatile
Style profile I said
It always brings me back when I hear Ooh Child
From the Hudson River out to the Nile
I run the marathon til the very last mile
If you battle me I will revile
People always say my style is wild
You've got gall you've got guile
To step to me I'm a rapophile
If you want to battle your in denial
Coming from Uranus to check my style
Go ahead put my rhymes on trial
Cast you off into exile
I see that this battle is lost but thy soul shall rest upon
Your grave, nothing you do will regain your fame
I have nothing to lose, I have nothing to gain except personal revenge
You're a shame to the castle, thou be hanged under the order of the king
You have no combat skills. You have no archery skills, you're as useless as
That town idiot, thy blood shall be used to clean my blade
Nothing will ever bring you back, not even a necromancer wants to bring you back
You're a fool, you're greedy, you're everything everyone hates
I just wish you followed my orders and went to hell.
I make raps alot better even though I hate rap, but I came up with that on the spot so it won't be good.
enter lyrics that make no sense at all here
[QUOTE=MrParalegal;31476416]enter lyrics that make no sense at all here[/QUOTE]
If you say/sing it right, mine makes alot of sense considering the words I used.
I'm really fucking angry.
I'm really fucking mad.
So if you don't let me rape you
I guess I'll tell your dad.
[editline]1st August 2011[/editline]
Fucking Fuckers fucked fucking fuckers.
Fucking fuckers didn't like fucking fuckers so fucking fuckers fucked a duck.
More or less a poem, but it still makes sense if you read it. :v:
Longest rap song ever. Also my favorite one as well and suprise! It's not about booty or gangbangs or whatever. It's also older than everyone on Facepunch.
[media]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NwaW4cZNwRk[/media]
[QUOTE=ragin cajun;31404810]Looks like we got another brony, a homie
Avatar's Apple-jack, To be fair this thread is whack[/QUOTE]
Yo, we don't care about your stupid fetish
I hope the mods are feeling a bit banish
because nobody gives a flying fuck what you say
Why can't you just have normal fetish like one that is cliche?
not some horse fucking one that involves horse nurses
you say the ponies are a gift from the gods, we say it gives us a fuckton of curses
I have a fridge fettish, that does not involve hooves going into your anus
what you call "hawt" is extremely over the limit atrocious
I be like
Boom, bang,
DudeGuy is insane
Be all shoot you up man only got yo'self to blame
You ain't gettin' me bro
You ain't hittin' me bro
Don't mess wit' me bro
Yo' mom be caressin' me bro
Cuz you should be runnin'
When you see me comin'
I got a 12-gauge shotty
And I'm out of Funyuns
And all the playas know when I'm all out of Funyuns
I get pissed, fired up, better start your runnin'
Yeah
I be stopped at the store, gonna show you some mercy
Got my money all ready, take it out my man purse yea
Look in the chips section and right then and there
See the Funyuns all gone don't know how when or where
And so I grab that gun man
And I pull it out the purse man
and I point it in the air man
And niggaz start to yell man
And bitches be all runnin'
They know that I am comin'
When I see an old lady
She be rollin' in Funyuns
So I stow the shotty
And I walk on over
She's substantially older
from her feet to her shoulder
And I ask for some chips
And she say, "Not if you Crip"
And I say, "Naw I'm a Blood"
And she say, "Aw, how fun!"
And she give me the chips
And I decide not to kill you
Yea, livin' in a Funyun paradise
I'm a white person who likes
watermelons and KF
C
Bitch.
From all the KFC I got fat
200 pounds later my cat got mad
that I ate all her food too, holy shit boo
I might as well keep fat
till im dead.
yea boi and that's coming from a nazi bro.
I'm actually black
but I don't rap
and there's a cat on my lap
his name is wrex
I am the stone that the builder refused,
I am the visual, the inspiration, that made lady sing the blues.
I am the spark that made your idea bright, the same
spark that lights the dark so you can know your left
from your right.
I am the ballot in the box, the bullet in the gun, the inner glow
that let's you know to call your brother "son".
The story that just begun, the promise of what's to come
And I'm gonna remain a soldier until the war is won.
[video=youtube;RGk6jniRaN4]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RGk6jniRaN4[/video]
Do you like
green eggs and ham?
I do not like them,
Sam-I-am.
I do not like
green eggs and ham.
Now this is the story all about how
my life got flipped, turned upside down
and I'd like to take a minute just sit right there
I'll tell you how I became the prince of a town called Bel-Air
In West Philadelfia born and raised
on the playground where I spent most of my days
chilling out, maxing, relaxing all cool
and all shooting some b-ball outside of the school
when a couple of guys said "we're up in no good"
started making trouble in my neighbourhood
I got in one little fight and my mom got scared
and said "you're moving with your aunte and uncle in Bel-Air"
I begged and pleaded with her the other day
but she packed my suitcase and sent me on my way
she gave me a kissin' and she gave me my ticket
I put my walkman on and said I might aswell kick it
First class, yo this is bad,
drinking orange juice out of a champagne glass
is this what the people of Bel-Air livin' like,
hmm this might be alright!
I whistled for a cab and when it came near the
licensplate said "Fresh" and had a dice in the mirror
if anything I could say that this cab was rare
but I thought now forget it, yo home to Bel-Air
I pulled up to a house about seven or eight
and I yelled to the cabby "Yo, home smell you later"
looked at my kingdom I was finally there
to settle my throne as the prince of Bel-Air
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