Lyrics r8 & h8 thread

This isn't gangster rap
I give wanks for crack
Now crank the track
Smoke that dank and hash
Go into a bank and yank the cash
Tell the judge it was a prank, relax
Go to prison and shank the rats
Get out, have kids with a skank and spank the brats

I'm a narcissist
Your bars are shit
Get in my car and start it pissed
I'm a cigar you're on par with cigs
You go to schoolyards and target kids
I'll make you scar your wrists
I'm hard to miss
Not far from the bitch with the largest tits

I do a line a ket
Make vaginas wet
Break your spine and realign your neck
When I rhyme bitches climb the deck
Don't wine and dine just time for sex

that shit was too weak
suck my dick
lil bitch

yeah

uh

I think you need to babysit
your little ego trip
You think you're so full of grit
that you bleed when you shit

Like said, you're still too weak
Learn to earn a tip other than a point of a dick
You little creep
You think you can get click when your clique
Non-existant can't click clip
C'mon you don't even show your hardcore
Unless it's porn folder do you get to see some gore
Admit it, you're a bore who's already on the floor
You could only get more down if the syndrome of your dome was more pronounced
So time to kill your wackass fast with more class than a champagne glass
So come back as i draw back my pre pack gat prepared to attack
Click clack
and shoot off your fat and there's no mag left

Oh and cut the beard off your neck or otherwise i'm gonna kek

This thread.
Gangsta LARPers unite.

I'd listen to that sextape

i read that in a english accent in my head, mostly because you said wank

ya'll i be bustin' villians, superhero decisions
robbin' hood movin' swiftly, reelin' and dealin'
causin' pain to creeps, bustin' ya legs arms n' knees
everywhere i turn the city's full of freaks n' geeks y'all
smackin' every ass till they down on the duvet
fuckin' night to day i'll put that on ma mixtape word

What is love but an oven that's preheating.
Going to work so I can type in spreadsheeting.
Filing miscretive lyrics spaced in the excell prisons.
It's risky, gone home because I can't face their verbal slaughter.
I'm blinking, but closing my eyes has never been harder.
Lyrically sinking, the fog severs skies of mental visions.
It was wishful thinking, I revered the kind devil's barter.

Get some grub, lovers make amnesia easy.
Grab your gloves, under that you'll be luigi.
Games off Mario, is plumbing that ripe Peachy.

I rate all 0/10

try not vary the lengths of your lines too much

pretty shit but it has good internal rhyme lol
lots of works but basically means nothing lul

>good internal rhyme
>shit
Why?

nigga im a big boy
eating that soy soy
bitches on my penis
suckin on that penis
bitch i drink the lean-is

horrible

niga im big
make u quiver
like im in u wid my dick
im like apple ur just milk
all u have is calcium when i have flava

u may have the flava
but i have sauce
penis is big like a horese lol

y

u aint got sauce
u just anotha fruit
penis like a horse cause u fuk no bitches
word my dudes

y?
cus u suck like a fly
u are just a maggot
and ur a faggot
cant rhyme like a baggot

I'm a spiritual lyrical individual
Spiritual miracle lyrical individual
Spiritual miracle individual
Skippin' and flippin' and dippin'
And skippin' and flippin' and dippin'
The illest, the killest, the skill of the willest
I'm the realest, I'm the realest
I'm bringin' real hip hop back, don't you ever forget it

y
y u do this
y u sad
y u playing wid ur moms dads
im like fire
dont play with me
im like water
dont mess with me

I carry a big stick
I use big words and stroke my own ego because I know I'm the shit
You better practice your art-form
Or my free-form will make this another Brian McKnight suicide-love song
You can't prolong these tactics
Turn a sweet bridal shower into something ugly and drastic
The fantastic four minus three to cut the dead weight
Instigate until you get the full hate

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