God tier lyric thread

>why you gotta fight with me at cheesecake?

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Shout out to asian girls, let the lights dim sum

>i fucked you in half

My bitch she a Jew

Heard you never claimed the hood, heard the hood claimed you

That shit was garbage but, "im turning into a nigga that thinks about money and women like 24/7 that's where my life took me that's just how shit happen to go" is God tier

i stay high like giraffe pussy

>I finally find my past needs to ride with me
>because I wasn't trying to be against me
>but I'm easily friendly to people who are against me
>which makes me the enemy of me

>Stank pussy smelling like Cool Ranch Doritos

God damn

>cute

context? Or is that it?

what does this even mean?

I dont see how this is clever or insightful

I like this one... not god tier, but I like it

My personal favs
>Oh you know I'm no good... you know I'm no good at those court-ordered goodbyes
>You can watch us in the news feeds fucking y'all's mornings up/
>Until America admits that it likes dogs more than us/
>And I can see the Super Bowls of the future: The Ferguson blacks vs. Missouri State Troopers/
>The privacy rights vs. the personal computers/
>Concussion researchers vs. university boosters/
>I graduated college, I purchased all the extra books/
>I'm supposed to be living in a house with a breakfast nook

>We rock the house like rock 'n' roll/
>Got more soul than a sock with a hole/
>Set the stage with a goal: to have the game locked in a cage gettin' shocked with a pole

shit the first lyric was from a different song, there should have been a line break. I hate everything

(guy who posted guwop here) likewise, it's just a fun line

Bitch pussy smell like a penguin

Its him who wrote "The Tao of the Pessimist"
As Thespians maneuver through the now and it's messiness
I've grown weary of their kindesses,
The adled zen scientist with the inwardly infinite capacity for mindfulness
It's enough to send kisses down your arm like Gomez:
How he dazzle with the bafflegab,
Sisyphus surmounts the Aggro Crag
-cantillating grace, and they can't keep my pace

killa cam has some of the best punchlines

>she dealing with killa so you love her taste
>she swallowin killa cuz she love the taste

>cop me air ones, hon, lime and red
>you got pets? me too, mines are dead
>fox, minks, gators, that's necessary
>accessories, my closet's pet sematary

>look at mami, eyes blue, 5'2"
>i approached her, hi boo, how you
>pony skin louis? oh you fly too
>you a stewardess? good ma, i fly too

>now a nigga got bakin to bake
>harlem shake? nah, i'm in harlem shaking awake
>shaking to bake, shaking the jakes
>kill you, shoot the funeral up, and harlem shake at your wake

and that's just in one song

Suck my dick before I slap you with it

>Youve had a landscaper and a housekeeper since you were born
>The starshine always kept you warm
>So why see the world when you got the beach?
>Sweet life

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also
>aiyyo lock my garage, rock my massage
>fuck it, bucket by osh kosh b'gosh
>golly i'm gully, look at his galoshes
>gucci, gold, platinum plaque collages
>from collabos, ghostwritin for assholes
>wanna use my brain to give killa mad dough
>it's all good, increase killa cashflow
>increase my fame, that's why killa smash hoes
>you'll get side-swiped, look at my life
>first movie ever, merked out mekhi phife
>and papi got jerked outta pies twice
>dipset, we workin with five dice
>cee-lo and craps, c-notes and stacks
>i send bodies with "read this note attached"
>ya youngin fucked with boys in the hood
>gave her a son like ricky from boyz in da hood
>on the couch bloody, old lady sighin
>wifey screamin, pissy little baby cryin
>....fucked up man, shit
>there you seen it
>senpai man you terry cloth - that mean you very soft
>gravy mercedes, add the cranberry sauce

>i find jahova in the darkest places, empty as apartment basements, it's a marathon go ahead and start the races

>she's in the buildin and she's feelin herself
>she's lookin bad man i'm willin to help
>stop it baby you're killin yourself
>come on, i got your back, you could chill in my delt
>i'm feelin myself too
>man just imagine some of the things we can do
>you under me, me under you
>then we can catch the liquor store before 2
>we can hit my nigga and go get some shrooms
>and if you still wanna kick it we can go get a room
>it won't cost you much, i'm a good buy
>dick on discount? BITCH GOODBYE
>what i look like mr. frank fuck for free?
>no dough ho? you can't fuck with me
>get the fuck out, bitch you still in my delt!
>you're full of shit and i'm feelin myself

real rappers is hard to find

like a remote

>I'm that bitch, baddest chick in the game
>called me a pussy, it establishes what I claim
>fattest hips when I hop, grab a nigga and drop him
>and that isn't no faggot shit so just stop it
>rap is faggot-bashing and stabbing the bastard for acting as if his actions are badder than the master
>so why would I not improve in front of everyone
>music is fun, I abuse and punk everyone
>Hardy har, the Matt and Jeff in one man had to step on a beat and unland

>Killing every beat like I hate Dre's headphones

>you like animation right, here's some spunk in the junk I spit
>shit is this what you want
>I feel like smacking these journalists
>music was pure, word them niggas murdered it
>the talentless prevail while the cold shoulder is given to those who's pros and flow are both the perfect fit
>goes to show how slow most of these professional hoes can go when the dough shows who the person is
>damn right I'm going berserk on this
>I'm so sick that it hurts to piss, I don't need a head start it'll burn your lips
>don't get too enthusiastic, curb it quick
>Larry David to you Gary Paytons
>you ain't really work for yours but I'm sure you're happy waiting
>so much so that you would marry satan to get hot again
>until you realize you'll be unhappy baking
>I woke up to take a piss with this verse
>I washed my hands of it, nigga pass the bacon

>I thought of death in a sense of innocence and since there was a form of militance
>that's my frame of mind and I been in it since my birth
>at funerals I would pretend that it hurts, but it didn't
>so I figured it's worth living at first but I'm a quitter so the minute it hurts I'ma sit in that hearse to be dipped in the dirt
>finished with all the sinister thoughts and while the minister talks I'll rock the casket
>standing up screaming 'fuck you bastards', you placed me here
>you and the voices you made me hear

"I'm in the ocean gettin shark pussy" - Lil Wayne

>why in school they didn't teach you about taxes?
>in the real world man it's all about taxes
>all about TV and living above average
>where the fuck you staying, all about your status
>what the fuck you drive to the size of your mattress
>how big your chain and the girls that you smashin
>how much you work plus the time you relaxin
>time spent in jail and on the street savage
>mixed with the robbers, the stress, and the addicts
>mixed with the greed and the guns and the havoc
>mixed with the weed and the pills and the acid
>killin off my people and the media is laughin
>learn about the past but the present is what’s happenin
>probation, slavery, pissing for the master
>the cops is a gang and they really beat your ass
>and the courts is the mob and it’s ran by the cash

Penitentiary chances, the devil dances
And eventually answers to the call of Autumn
All of them fallin’ for the love of ballin’
Got caught with 30 rocks, the cop look like Alec Baldwin
Inter century anthems based off inner city tantrums
Based off the way we was branded
Face it, Jerome get more time than Brandon
And at the airport they check all through my bag
And tell me that it’s random
But we stay winning, this week has been a bad massage
I need a happy ending and a new beginning
And a new fitted, and some job opportunities that's lucrative
This the real world, homie, school finished
They done stole your dreams, you dunno who did it
I treat the cash the way the government treats AIDS
I won’t be satisfied til all my niggas get it, get it?

>i always saw you for what you could've been
>like when chrysler made that one car that look just like a bentley
>i always saw you for what you could've been

Three-hundred and sixty-five degrees of a full-blown pyramid!

Buncha' out of season woman fuckin' off-season niggas to get last season wardrobe

OOOH NANI NANI
THIS FEEL LIKE A QUAALUUUUUDE

bicycle

Last girl, she'll lie on the seat, she'll fart on the seat
Now she jog in the streets, say