ITT: God-tier lyrics

Bruising gimmicks with the broom he usually use for Quidditch
Gooey writtens, scoot 'em to a ditch, chewed and booty scented
Too pretentious, do pretend like he could lose with spitting
Steaming tubes of poop and twisted doobies full of euphemisms

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Poop filled ass fire crack it's the slap list
Backfist lay ya ho whole team on a mattress
roman candle doobie backflips pack twist
shoelifts pussycat to catatonic catnip

You start OP

Some hate the image that I must portray
Critics say, "Go to Hell", I go, "Yeah
Stupid motherfucker I’m already here"
Frustrated, mentally aggravated
To be the rebel that society created
I’m good most times but when I’m foul then I’m flagrant
Living in the shadows like a government agent

tfw Earl's lyrics are so good no one can reply with a serious answer and have to be ironic

Earl truly took rapping to it's technical limits. Too bad he just whines about being an addict now.

Grab mittens who have to spit blizzardous
Actually flick cigarette ash at bitch niggas
Harassment, ate nickels of hash, delay quick, and then
Dash to Saint Nicholas pad to taste venison

Pen? Naw, probably written with some used syringes
From out the rubbish bin at your local loony clinic
Watching movies in a room full of goons he rented
On the hunt for clues, more food, and some floozy women

the fuck is this guy even talking about?

LOL no one cares bro.

I'm not your bro, dude.

ok dude bro guy man

Take it off, baby, bend over, let me see it
You looking for a real pussy eater? I can be it
Quit playing with me, girl, and bring that over here
And climb aboard my face, put that pussy on my beard
I ain't tryna take you shopping, buy your ass no shoes
I'm tryna lick that clit while I'm looking up at you
No shame in my game, girl, look back at me
I don't give a fuck if it's shaved or it's nappy
Long as it ain't nasty, sanitation smelling
One whiff of that bitch, I'mma be bailing
If it's smelling sweet, I'mma lick it for a hour
And even if it's sour, I might lick it in the shower
I go dumb and ignorant when I'm on that clitoris
Lick your ass delirious, my tongue game so damn serious
So bend that ass over, let me eat it from the back
That pussy so good, have a nigga coming back

Take the security guard out with the slap of my hand, yeah he's wearing a badge but he's an old ass man

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

OH SHIT SHAKE YOUR ASS NOW LEMME SEE THOSE HIPS SWING, UH-OH LEAN BACK, GIRL YOU GOT SOME MEAN RACKS, YOU GOT A MEAN ASS, AND I REALLY MEAN THAT,
I'VE GOT TO THINK ABOUT IT, I THINK THIS CLUB IS CROWDED, UNTIL I HEARD SOMEBODY SHOUTING OUT "SAVAGE WHERE THE CHORUS AT" OH SHIT SHAKE YOUR ASS WHILE MOVING LIKE A GYPSY STOP WOAH BACK IT UP NOW LEMME SEE THOSE HIPS SWING

o shit I like that song

Your story’s so tragic - On some Dickens shit you could lift from a page
You thought your father was absent. but your mother stole you off then shipped you away
And though you had no examples, And no authority figure to chase
You taught your son what a man was, even though you were lost, you’d spin in one place
Bitter frustration became centrifugal rage as you flipped your shit for a chick
With 5 kids to her name, you overcommitted, filled up your plate
A way to fix what you missed in the case of family
A slave to decisions you made at 20 - now with an infant to blame
Driven insane. Quick to dismay. Drink yourself to a primitive state
I know how addictions limit the pain
So, you get your kicks when you stray, It’s a vicious cycle decaying your platelets
So when you get sick it's your end of days
But it isn’t, your Mrs. nurses you back to existence, you’ve changed
A new beginning but your ambition’s the same
I wish you’d quit playing the victim, switch up the aim
Live for the day and then rage while it’s still in the tank
Listen to a son with no children to raise
A son who’s afraid that his image will mimic mistakes
A son who’s drifting in space, but inches away, fit with your face
Before this shit gets too late, then listen, this is my forgiveness in spades

Listen Up Motherfucker
I Got Something I Need To Say
If You Dont Use Mammal Sauce
You Might As Well Be Gay
I Feel It Running Through My Brain
I Feel It Running Through My Eyes
You Hear The Name Thats Calling You
It Makes You Hypnotized

Williams

Sliptoflappy Rappy
And A Carpal Tunnel Pudding Flanker
Nabble And A Stampy And A
Pigeon Smelling Generator
See A Chitlin Wafer And A
Chocolate Buttered Horses Ass
Frabble Obble Abble And A
Stupid Monkey Chicken Gas
Chinese Diarrhea Prison Carpet
Chunky Harplegig
Nopaliaseah Perforated
Purple Parkle Pig

My Mammal Sauce Is The Best Mammal Sauce
Spread Mammal Sauce On My Wang
We Make Mammal Sauce In Bill Williams Loft
And We Eat A Bucket Of Tang

the last one was gravediggaz bro wtf

I'm not your bro, senpai

Wake up to the mathematics of an erratic rap
Rejuvenator of rhyme, that sort of come automatic
Poetical medical medicine for the cerebellum
I divert em and flirt em insert em then I repel em
A breakdown, poetical shakedown
Fifty-two pick-up a stick-up so get on the floor facedown
The ammo to keep the people steppin
Breakin open the vault because I'm like a verbal assault weapon
I'm mathematical, acrobatical
Attack the wack take rap to the maximum
You're strung out, you're hung out when you heard the style
That I brung out of thin air must come out my mouth
Where I stick my tongue out in the at-mos-phere
Take a good look at what's happening here
On the microphone, I'm rappin'
Pickin-em-stickin-em up, breakin-em-shakin-em up, and bashin
The lyric dictator, the aviator of antonym
All beware to prepare for the guillotine
Rhymes go express, expert, extreme
Be up to par with wisdom and intellect
Detatching one's head directly from one's neck
Still I've been illing and drilling your brain
Like a villain I came in the darkness to spark the literature for sure
When I rhyme for the prisoners of war


6 Feet Deep is top 10 hiphop albums of all time

WHY YOU GOT SO MANY NECKLACE

WHY YOU GOT NECKLACE

And it was then it finally hit me
I'm standing here nervous as I can be
It was nothing that can prepare me for what I'm finna see
I'm praying this is a dream and I'm bout to awake
But the closer I got the more I realize fate
Wasn't fair to change for me
And why would I think so
My homie had a date with death
He had to make though
I'm feelin' eerie, I'm liftin' up the yellow tape
By the time I get to the scene
They rollin' this away
I wonder whats under this sheet, my knees get weak
To the point I had to take me a seat
This shit's deep
When they put a nigga down that you was raised around
What was once a minor statement's turnin' major now
Never woulda thought in years that my homie was suicidal
Had it all; money and kids and a wife that read the bible
They say it's life and death in the slum
He had his reasons I shoulda believed him
Anotha soul no longer breathin'
Hate to say it but this one been heavy on my conscience
My nonchalantness just took a life over some nonsense

Hear ye, hear ye! How dare ye
Go up against the king who do his thing tri-yearly?
They're too carefree with their mouths around here
Off with his head, and display it at Town Square
On top a seven-feet spike, make sure it's on tight
In light of when the peasants throw stones with all their might

Villain get the money like curls
They just tryin' to get a nut like squirrels in his mad world
Land of milk and honey with the swirls
Where reckless naked girls get necklaces of pearls

My mother said, "You sucked my pussy when you came out
Don't ever talk back
I handed you life and I'll snatch it back"
I'm just a latchkey kid with a snotty nose
High school drop out
Space I'm around need whiteout
And I ain't dealing with no minimum wage
I'd rather construct rhymes on a minimum page
Cynical ways, cats sin for nickels these days
Pulling the chrome out
And you acting like pulling the chrome out
Hated the sound of grandma's crying the crooked letter
You could hear it from the ground or where the sky thunders
Make you wonder about early Sunday morning
Relatives dressed in black and they all mourning
Flows be banging in the paint, throwing elbows
My first fight was me against five boroughs
I lost my first wish
But remembered every detail of my first kiss

Compliments of the town jewelah,
Left-back now-schoolah tryna sound coolah,
On the microphone known as the crown rulah,
Never lied to Ma when he said he found the moolah;

Five hundred something dollahs layinright there in the street, huh.
Now let's try and get something to eat

>Seasons change
>And I've tried hard just to soften you
>Seasons change
>But I've grown tired trying to change for you

>Cuz I've been waiting on you
>I've been waiting on you
>Cuz I've been waiting on you
>I've been weighing on you
---
>As it breaks, the summer will wake
>But the winter will wash what is left, of the taste
>As it breaks, the summer will warm
>But the winter will crave what has gone
>Will crave what has all
>Gone away
---
>People change
>But you know some people never do
>You know when people change
>They gain a piece, but they lose one too

>Cuz I've been hanging on you
>I've been weighing on you
>Cuz I've been waiting on you
>I've been hanging on you

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Niggers

SWEAR MY BITCH WAS MOODY
SHE LEFT A DOOKIE IN MY HOODIE

basically all of Whoa

>MF Doom
Back to plebbit

Patrician choice for GOAT lyrics is AZ.

Earl is an ugly ass nigger