UH UH UH NIGGA UH YA SMELL ME CUZ? UH UH UH FUCK YOU CRACKER ASS WHITEBOYS, YA'LL JUST MUH PLAY TOYS, I CREEP ON YA IN YO SLEEP WHIP OUT MUH GAT & IT GO 'BLAT', FUCK YO WHITE BITCH AT YOUR FUNERAL IN THE BATHROOM, SHE COMES BACK TO MUH ROOM, I PLAY WIT DEM TITTIES LIKE TWO BASKETBALLS DEN SLAM DUNK DIS BBC UP HER CORNHOLE, & YO AS IM BOUT TO BUST IN HER ASSHOLE TIGHTY SHE SCREAMS AN MOANS 'FUCK WHITEY'
YOU SMELL ME?
WE WUZ
AYO DJ TURN DAT SHIT UP
***D-D-DJ KANG EXCLUSIVE (USIVE) ((USIVE))****
I STR8 BANG LIKE KURT COBAINE
I MAKE DAT TRAP MUNEE FROM SLANGIN COKAINE
I FUCKIN BITCHES AND STACKIN UP DA RITCHES
HAD DAT SNIPA SNOPE POINTED AT THEM FUCKIN SNITCHES
AYOOOO DJ RUN THAT SHIT BACK!!!!
***D-D-DJ KANG EXCLUSIVE (USIVE) ((USIVE))****
I STR8 BANG LIKE KURT COBAINE
I MAKE DAT TRAP MUNEE FROM SLANGIN COKAINE
I FUCKIN BITCHES AND STACKIN UP DA RITCHES
HAD DAT SNIPA SNOPE POINTED AT THEM FUCKIN SNITCHES
WHO DAT WHO DAT I BE DA KING KONG
MONKEY MUTHAF*CKA WITH A BIG OL DONG
CALL ME THE CHING CHONG CUS MY EYES ALL SQUNITED
GET AWAY WITH MURDA HOW OJ GOT ACQUITED SHIIIIEETTTT
nigga with the gat
heard yo mommas fat
but im still the cat
I MIGHT HIT A LICK (AYYY)
I MIGHT FUCK YO BITCH (AY)
DIAMONDS ON ME DRIP (AY)
YO BITCH ON MY COCK (OOO)
LONG STICK ON THE GLOCK (OOO)
DIAMONDS WHEN I WALK (OOO)
DIAMONDS WHEN I TALK (OOO)
DIAMONDS I'M A BOSS (OOO)
POCKETS GO RICK ROSS (BRRRR)
>what white nerds think hip-hop sounds like
reminder that these lyrics do not come from a hip-hop album, but were created by a Sup Forumsack, and are quite psychologically revealing in that sense
Million 5 on the Visa card
Hundred bands still look like the fuckin' Titans
Nigga servin' great white like I'm feedin' sharks
I won't do nothin' with the bitch, she can't even get me hard
Somethin' wrong with the pussy
Even though I ain't gon' hit it, I'm a still make sure that she gushy
Me and my woadie, we don't get caught up like that, no way
We ain't got time to go see doctors, J (Who said money?)
Hop up in my bed full of forty bitches and yawnin'
Hey, think this a show bitch, I'm performin'
I do this shit for my daughters and all my sons, bitch
I'm a run up them bands, I'll take care their funds, bitch
I got a moms, bitch, she got a moms, bitch
I got sisters and brothers to feed
I ain't goin' out like no idiot, I'm a OG
They're not wrong.
DJ WHITE KOKAINE SNIFFAH ON DA BEAT, BOIII
*hi hats and snares kick in*
DIAMONDS ON MY DICK AYYY
DIAMONDS ON ME DRIP AAYYY
I MIGHT TAKE A TRIP AYYY
I MIGHT HIT A LICK AYY
I MIGHT FUCK YO BITCH AYYY
I MIGHT LICK SUM TITS AYY
>DJ KANG EXCLUSIVE
lol
YOU DON'T SAY!?
good thing the nu-males of Sup Forums are here to tell us what anyone with half a brain could figure out!
IT GOS IT GOS IT GOS IT GOS GUIIIIIIILTINE!!!!! YUH!!!
Rap is so fucking obnoxious.
This is like your 60 year old racist uncle's impression of hip hop.
[Intro]
Yea, yea
I geek on a bitch, yea, I'm for real (fuck I be geekin')
I geek on a bitch, ay (uh what)
Yea, uh what, oh yea yea!
[Hook]
I geek on a bitch, ay
I geek on a bitch, ay
I geek on a bitch, I geek on a bitch, I geek on a bitch, ay
I geek on a bitch, ay
I geek on a bitch, ay
I geek on a bitch, I geek on a bitch, I geek on a bitch, ay
I geek on a bitch, ay
I geek on a bitch, ay
I geek on a bitch, I geek on a bitch, I geek on a bitch, ay
I geek on a bitch, ay
I geek on a bitch, ay
I geek on a bitch, I geek on a bitch, I geek on a bitch, ay
[Verse]
I geek, I geek, I geek on a bitch, ay
I geek, I geek, I geek on a bitch, ay
I geek on a bitch, ay
I geek on a bitch, ay
I geek, I geek, I geek on a bitch, ay
Uh yea, uh what, I geek on a bitch, ay
I buss up right up on her face, a 30 all up on my waist
Uh yea, ay, I geek on a bitch, ay
I'm bustin' up mollies, ay, I'm bustin' up percs, ay
A geek, a geek, uh yea, I swear
I'm geeked, I'm geeked, I swear, I swear (for real!)
I geek on a bitch, ay (what else?)
I geek on a bitch, ay (uh yea!)
I geek on a bitch, ay (what else?)
I geek on a bitch, ay
Uh me and A-Town we in a porsche, uh yea we looking for some birds
All we do is smokin' herbs, taking xans from em' then we swerve
Uh yea, uh what, I geek on a bitch, ay
Uh yea, A-Town, we geek on a bitch, ay
Yea, yea, I geek on a bitch, ay
So yea, I geek on a bitch, ay
I geek on a bitch, ay
I geek on a bitch, ay
I geek on a bitch, ay
Uh wait, uh yea, I geek, I geek, I geek on a bitch, ay
I geek, I geek, I geek on a bitch, ay
I geek on a bitch, ay
I geek on a bitch, ay
I geek on a bitch, ay
Uh yea, I geek (Oh man god damn!)
this. it's embarrassing how Sup Forumsfags think they're funny when they're just completely out of touch. you can tell this person probably squirms and looks at his phone when a black guy is near him
...
Trips to where, few have been
Out of thin air, upon high winds
Rites begin when the sun descends
Have felt what few will ever know
Have seen the truth beneath the glow,
Of the ebb and flow, where roots of all mysteries grow
I am below, so far below
The bottom line
Transmitting live, transmissions rise
From the depths out of controlled by
Suspended glance of an unblinking eyes
Imminent gaze cast 'pon the path that winds
'Pon the path I find, and claim as mine
To ride the waves, of unrest
Made to make me shine as a testament
To why the ways of the blind will never get
Shit but shanked by my disrespect
Dismiss this life, worship death
Cold blood night of serpent's breath
Exhaled like spells from the endlessness
In the bottomless wells of emptiness
Channeled to invoke what we represent
Monkey see (bitches)
Monkey do (bitches)
SEND MY BITCH TO THE STORE CUZ I RAN OUTTA SODA
BITCH I'M TRYNA COOK THIS YOLA AYY
HUNNID ROUD DRUM ON THE BOOTM OF DAT SHIT
CHOP A NIGGA DOWN LIKE A FUGGEN LAWNMOWA
HOL' UP
ROLLIE ON MY WRIST
ROLLIE ON MY BITCH
30 ON MY WAIST
30 TO YOUR FACE
60 TO YOUR FACE
90 TO YOUR FACE (YEAH)
THAT'S A CLOSED CASE
The voice of a generation.
Show me these secret high-brow verses.
Unironically a good line
White poetry:
Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.
Black poetry:
My nigga dick gets sucked
by a bitch my nut in her mouth
fuckin slut ass bitch niggas suck my nigga dick
cut a fuckin bitch who steps dont step my dick
dat fuckin ass and pussy slam my nigga
dicks and niggas ass and pussy niggas
pussy ass niggas with my dick
guns
uh what
So let me start off the third verse
Bigging up y'all favorites as I curse
Fuck the system, fuck the truth, fuck religion
Fuck the government, fuck the law, fuck the prisons
Fuck George Bush, fuck rappers who love dissing
Fuck you because you don’t see my vision
I fucked your new girlfriend too because she’s cute
And the ass looked like a grenade within the denim
Fuck the groupies, fuck the gossiping bitches
Fuck niggas who can’t fight, so pull triggers
Fuck the new broke ass price, the cost of living
Fuck your love, fuck your hate, fuck your snitching
And whether you fuck with me or not
I don’t give a fuck, you can keep your props
Fuck keeping it real, I'ma keep it K. Dot
This is me every day, Jay-Z didn’t lie, fucker
Go watch hitler speeches on youtube in your room fucking loser