We just gon some fun with hip hop A lil hip hop... relax, hold on to ya Oh yeah this is the banger too Word up, total banger Hip-Hop style baby, y'all
By the middle of March, when the starts In your ladies' placenta, that L just entered Duck taped your little ass for frontin You level crackhead ass ain't hurtin nuttin Nigga you want the fame, now you're overnight for getting fucked by a stick of dynamite You're nigga, you bout to die up in your sleep The overlord of rap never meet defeat Pain and agony, I don't touch zones Fucking lyrical methods is my throne Blast ya pound ass and make you float You read it shook nigga, I wrote the book, Held down my crown for a and a half Now I'm bout to give your ass a blood bath Talk about bein broke, nigga I'm I learned, to seperated the money from the bitch Don't hate me I'm paid, hate me because I'm everything you to be : handsome, young, plus legendary Talk about Farrakhan, nigga you got to Jesse Jackson For some Action
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! Yes you can!
Don't ever open your mouth and my seeds Talk about my book you to read You know you watch the sitcom so stop that Mad rapper, but now you mad actor Forty-nine pounds and to be a mobster Run town with the Bob Marley imposters Ask Canibus, he understandin this Cause ninety-nine of his fans, don't exist I'm underground and blowin your rep down Next time, save that for the Lyricist's Lounge Or a Party, where you can battle some clown On top of all that, I'll beat homeless ass down Heard that rapist on the record too Fresh out of jail, ass cheeks still black and Tell me bout the things ear biter you How to bust a nut or (Yeah that's butta boo) You be decomposin, but you frozen because my title's rollin in a world that I'm controllin Vanguard awards are for who get OFF! Climbed platinum mountains, the of the Lord bout my first and second and third born Now I got a fourth, Canibus, but he cut off From the riches of my empire, I'm like a Who thought he had a bitch to retire but found a new Canipus to You're hardcore, in a sense like Hunter But definitely not with the that drop thunder Found you in a trash can, hat black, cause you scared to Nigga in we trust
Now it down for me !
See I, eat, eat, eat, eat, eat, eat, eat, amateur, M,C's in hip-hop, word up, no Oh I done yet
You soft as a baby takin a nap Make my hard with that bitch ass track Where you at? Smokin in some one room Suckin on Clef's dick to come back Never that, my styles is unlimited Yours is prohibited, of course contributed To not knowin ya and who you need to test When you step into the house of the and get blessed Get on your knees, bow down to my Young slacker, save that demo for the Rapper You gargoyle, olive oil, pussycat I wrapped up in aluminum foil, to boil I'ma the skin off ya ass with ten knuckles Rhymes was weak, they made me chuckle like a name You call em lyrics, nigga you need to You goin out --- ahh it, you goin pop I feed you a poisonous so don't try it No more rhymin, you on a fast diet Call the paramedic and them that he pathetic His rhymes ain't you're sweet as a diabetic Career be next year, yeah I said it Look over your nigga, where you headed MUTHAFUCKA, where's a when you need it? First rule of war, never repeat it You that same bullshit at House of Blues Lit the pipe, the match, and sparked the wrong fuse Tattoo?, yeah I'm goin at you Stop basin', and you can be a role too Diss my moms, the real Rap Don ? Who ruled for fifteen and drops bombs ? Who's copped solid gold Grammy's say Todd while you dropped verses at niggas' Faggot, you battle number two Cause number one, got his title locked son The King of all rappers that ever the stage or the mic, best that did it I'm wicked Write a verse and flip it, melt it to liquid And drown shorty, his lungs until I rip it busts open, heart bursts and smokin YOU SEE THAT NIGGA (Damn L, we was only jokin) Maneuver manipulate brainwaves your process, when my pen gets corressed Warning, all MC's retreat at corny-buster, he can't walk down his own street Better run and get the Cause I EAT, EAT, EAT, Devour they titles, I'm an idol slash icon And tell Wyclef, don't even his fuckin mic on Soulja nigga, I told ya nigga Crossover, slam dunk, game nigga (one more time son) Soulja nigga, thought I told ya Crossover, slam dunk, game nigga
" Now for the studio audience to applaud, faggot, hahahah "