Promise Heron I'll put my fist up, after I get my dick sucked
Quick buck, maybe a gold chain
With that fucking flow that s-s-so belittles men
They tentatively tend to turn and go when I am finished
Stone cold, hardly fucking with these niggas, nigga listen
The description doesn't fit, if not a synonym of menace
Then forget it, in turn, these critics and interns
Admitting the shit spitted, just burn like six furnaces
Writ, it affixed, learning them digits
And simultaneously, dispelling one-trick-pony myths, isn't he?
One adolescent, fucking six-nigga energy
And crawling down 'Fax like a rich nigga centipede
Crack ceramic and slap a hand out of cash account
Stamp and shouting, thrashing
These niggas done let the Kraken out
Crack-a-lacking, like snap, crackle, popping your ammo off
Hide your face, and throw your flannels off, Sweatshirt, nigga
10/10 rap verses
It's just one of those days when you don't wanna wake up
First one to try to get me gets touched (Oh!)
Take a moving picture get rushed (Rushed)
Run to the cops and get crushed (9-1-1)
Mess with my Monet, get brushed (Painting!)
All the bullpucky gets flushed
And that you can trust (Okay)
These rappers are specs
Microscope size, but trying to flex
Brag about weight, but gone with the breeze
Get out my face, cause you making me sneeze
Please! (Damn!)
Rappers don't ride bikes cause they can't handle bars
Your girl's on my two seater while someone tows your car (Hey girl)
She says I gots game
Love in the bike lane
We skip when I switch gears
I should've brought two chains (like a replacement)
Eeee!
>drugs
>dick
>money
>dick
>nigga nigga
>drugs
>nigga
>drugs
>shooting
>nigga
10/10
what is it like to be so fucking empty inside
white people are cancer
Just because I rock the second hand Versace
Wash me, watch me
The second hand couldn’t even clock me
You couldn’t see me like a Cuban playing hockey
Cracker in the chocolate, that’s human Pocky
Papa look stocky, Mama look chalky
Me I look a little something like a young Shock G
Words come through me like I was a walkie-talkie
All I do is open up my mouth and just rock, see
You, you are not me
Me, I am possibly
Everything plus everything that is not me
Jokes, that is not T-R-U-E
Are you understanding everything, do you got me?
Catch me in the trees where it’s shady like Lockheed Martin
Sparking in the shade of the trees in the park, B
Hark! the angels stay singing in the dark
Like the rainbow in the Ronnie James Dio joint
Hit it from the back court
Like it was a three point
I don’t give a fuck, I’m a duck to a decoy
bruh Earl is the best rapper of this generation bar wise
Squadron full of some lost souls
Sergeant of all, it's autumn and Nak just nollied a pothole
Non-cooperative with his momma's wishes for college
And coppers labeled a problem since paying for Damianos
So shimmy through the swamp, nigga, follow me through the foxholes
Moral Orenthal with a pretty bitch in a Bronco
Hopped right off the seven and stumbled into some Vatos
Threw a punch, got jumped, dusted off and then walked home
Shit, it's like 6 P.M. and his temple throbbing
Hand in the cabinet by seven, sniff the prescription oxies
Logo in the boxes, all my niggas hostile
Cautious of your crosses, scoffing at your doctrines
Bitches augmented, stupid, as the group is, only slightly
Write precise to get a pussy nigga tooth chipped
Man these stitches shut the loose lips, stumbled in a Ruth's Chris
Slid into a booth and hid the luggage from his shroom trips
See, Lionel ball with Leonardo on the weekend now
And Maui on a scenic route, we on the second season now
Small fry got 'em seasons salty, weeded, coughing
Ease up off me, end is breathing easy as bulimics barfing
From a different breed of doggy, from a different seed and cloth
And teeing off, believe it's Golf Wang, nigga
[Eminem]
G-SHIT
[Bizarre]
Whattup
I gotta tell you motherfuckers the truth
This is straight G shit
And all you can do is respect it
[Verse 1: Swift]
Well I'mma state my name, Swift McVay
None of y'all niggas got shit to say
Rhymes keep coming off like a toupee
Plus I'm big headed running things my way
A selfish man, the back of the hand
Be slapping the hell out of hoes because I can
Prostitute, I want my loot
And I don't give a fuck about your broke-ass man and
Y'all giving niggas what they needing
'til bitches understand I'm mean and
Swift McVay is, blowing up
Courvosier 'til I'm throwing up
Wanna playa hate me, bitch so what?
What's yo' function? Where's yo' bucks?
All you wanna do is wanna stick him up
You wanna rob me but I got too much (hah)
D12, naturally lifted
You niggas better duck when I cock the biscuit
You fuck wit me, I fuck wit you
Your entourage, nigga fuck them too
I got grenades
What the hell your little twenty-two gon' do?
(Y'all ain't gon' shoot)
Y'all major soft
Cops getting mad cause I paid 'em off, made 'em cough
Blood and shit
That's what the hell you motherfuckers get, we runs this bitch?
So hey, you ain't gotta be scared to fuck
If you want head, then prepare to suck (do it)
Even if the nigga don't care to nut
For every stroke, it's a hundred bucks
Respect the game, you just a slut
So open your legs up and get my duck
favorite eminem line
>we ain't eager to be legal
>so please leave me with the keys to your jeep eagle
>i breath ether in three lethal amounts
>while i stab myself in the knee with a diseased needle
>I'm not a real person
>I'm a ghost trapped in a beat,
>I translate when my voice is read,
>through a seismograph and the noise is spread,
>picked up and transmitted trough Royce's head
>trap him in a room possess him and hoist his bed
Bad Meets Evil is patrician.
He doesn't mention drugs in that verse
Check, now let me show you how I blaze it
Leave niggas in amazement on ways spit
Shit trickier than a maze get
Everything I drop raw cut you like a chop saw
You should stop, like when a cop draw before he drop y'all
You get your fort crushed actin out of sorts
You don't support us, you must snort dust ridin' the short bus
Cause I'm an animal, scratch that I'm the manual
Pull out, swingin' the metal like mechanical
Movement, soon as the groove hits I prove that you need improvements
Since I'm so smooth with whatever I maneuve' with
And I ain't braggin' player you get your spot got
What I jot is hotter than the dragon's lair
It's only right you should show me light
Because the flow be tight, I wouldn't slip on a snowy night
I vex, now who should I bomb next
New schooler or an old timer like a timex
Simple minded with a complex
My glare disrupt the cameras
I keep promoters scratchin' their name out and tearin' up they banners
When I write cigars flare again
The bars buried in the song is bout as strong as barbarians
Far scarier than the Omen
Chicks give me dome in my home while I'm sittin' spittin' poems watchin' Conan
This for my real heads and paragraph addicts
I kill the air time impairin' the asthmatic
It's like that, you know it's like that
I'm who you internet haters want to strike at
Don't make me show up to your porch with a spiked bat
And leave your front and rear tires on your bike flat
Defeat and kill, delete your skill you think you sweet until
I cut you off and leave you in the cold like you haven't paid your heating bill
Fuck your squad and your street appeal
Eat a dilznick click fleet until my kicks is in your leader's grill
For real
this is why the only people that like white people are other white people
>assblasted niggers
lmoa
Earl is shit
shit taste desu
go listen to tmr in your cave
>"assblasted"
yep. you're definitely white.
Already woke, spared a joke, barely spoke, rarely smoke
Stared at folks when properly provoked, mirror broke
Here, share strawberry morning, gone an more important spawning
Torn in, poor men sworn in
Cornish hens switching positions, auditioning morticians
Saw it in a vision, ignoring prison
Ignoramuses enlist and sound dumb
Found 'em drowned in cow's dung, crowns flung
Rings a Tinkerbell, sing for things that's frail as a fingernail
Bring a scale, stale ginger lingers
Seven figures invigor
Nigga, fresh from out the jail, alpha male
Sickest ninja injury this century, enter plea
Lend sympathy to limper Simple Simon rhyming emcees
Trees is free, please leave a key
These meagre fleas, he's the breeze
And she's the bees knees for sheez
G's of G's
Seize property, shopper sprees, chop the cheese
Drop the grease to stop diseases, gee wiz pa!
DOOM rock grandma like the kumbaya
Mama was a ho hopper, papa was a Rolling Stone star like Obama
Pull a card like oh drama
Civil liberties
These little titties abilities riddle me, middle C
Give a MC a rectal hysterectomy
Lecture on removal of the bowels, foul technically
Don't expect to see the recipe
Until we receive the check as well as the collection fee
More wreck than Section Z
What you expect to get for free?
Shit from me, history
The key, plucked it off the mayor
Chucked it in the ol' tar pit off La Brea, player
They say he's gone too far
DOOM'll catch em after Jumah on cue lacka!!
Do whatcha gotta do, grarrrr
The rumors are not true, got two ma
No prob, got the job, hot-barred heart throb
Scotchguard the bar with cotton swabs, dart lob
Bake a cake, sweet
Jamaica trade in treats on the beach
Make her skeet til her feets meet
We know that it's a selfish thought
Thinking we're the only youth distraught
Selfish be coming from slums of any whose been torn
Scorned, or left folorn
From the belly of the horn
Still as night, still I step outside
Sippin as I mourn
Yawn, dusk till dawn
It's forlorn and trust
Brush from a Dark hush, still adore them such
Its Still Bill and Rosie, names that'll hold me
Two names shaping my brain sane if I'm lonely
The only reason I'm here this evening
Reason I'm breathing
The reason that all my Demons
Been beaten out of this Eden
Still the reason strange
Seasons have changed in the grieving
But the new relief Is releasing
These feelings to ceiling
So I'm kneeling with deeper meaning
Seeping through believing
If you see me sleeping
I dream of sneaking through into freedom
So I'm leaving
I'm fleeing, leaping, deep in to the green
And forget a heathen
Cos me I need something to believe in
From a city that's recession-hit
With stress niggas could flex metal with
Peddle to rake pennies in
Desolate testaments, trying to stay Jekyll-ish
But most niggas Hyde, and Brenda just stay pregnant
Breaking news: death's less important when the Lakers lose
It's lead in that baby food, heads try to make it through
Fish-netted legs for them eyes that she cater to
Ride dirty as the fucking sky that you praying to
So here I sit, eye in the pyramid
God spit it like it's truth serum in that beer and then
Disappear again, reappear bearded
On top of a lear, steering it into the kids' ear again
Provider of the backdrop music
For the crack rock user and the mascot Earl
Rawer than the skinned knee cap on the blacktop
Salivary glands, lighter fluid for the matchbox
Striking, wait, wait, who the fuck you badder than?
Boy, oh boy, I'm bad as burnt pollo off the grill and shit
Spitter of the Little Nick, nimble, rickrolling
Bitch niggas pick litter, piff-blower, plus I pillage shit
>>"assblasted"
What would you rather me say instead?
>yep. you're definitely white.
About as white as you, wigger
I bomb atomically, Socrates' philosophies
And hypotheses can't define how I be droppin' these
Mockeries, lyrically perform armed robbery
Flee with the lottery, possibly they spotted me
Battle-scarred shogun, explosion when my pen hits
Tremendous, ultra-violet shine blind forensics
I inspect view through the future see millennium
Killa Beez sold fifty gold sixty platinum
Shackling the masses with drastic rap tactics
Graphic displays melt the steel like blacksmiths
Black Wu jackets Queen Beez ease the guns in
Rumblin' patrolmen tear gas laced the function
Heads by the score take flight incite a war
Chicks hit the floor, die hard fans demand more
Behold the bold soldier, control the globe slowly
Proceeds to blow swingin' swords like Shinobi
Stomp grounds I pound footprints in solid rock
Wu got it locked, performin' live on your hottest block
how is this 10/10 when vince literally dominates the song and the whole album
The irony is that Vince's verse is much better.