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23 style rapowania Mercury001 • 2015-06-14, 11:15 IGNORUJ TEMATY Z DZIAŁU "INNE CZARNOŚCI" 90 None Like Joshua wykonuje utwór w 23! stylach rapu. Nie wiedziałem, że jest ich aż tyle... Przyznaję - wyszło całkiem nieźle {tradycyjnie polecam oglądać w HD na całym ekranie; więcej informacji i utworów na jego kanale YT} Słowa: spoiler Why am I yellin at this volume?Like I’m telling it off a bad script in a small room? – Society’s ProblemDo you know why? Do you know why?I’ll tell you why – I don’t know. Too DeepI’m better than youI’m sweatier than you I’m hotter than youI’m smarter than youI fart more than you doI’m more racist than youmore homophobic than youEven though I sound like Dr. SeussI’m the best rapper rockin a tracksuitI will call you out if your rhymes are wackWhite people were like, “hey yo let me try that!”I grew up in suburbia, no I won’t murder yabut I will challenge you to a game of tennis!And let you win From New York to CaliTo the bloods and cripsMan fuck all the pigs selling drugs with clipsI’m violentTerrifying places I reside inin these times the gangstas just lying Saw their face on Scared Straight and crying.Then they tattooed the tearsPump in the gymGet on the dance floorBreak it down break it down on the dance floorShake your booty on the dance floorUnless you’re in aerobics classYeah I smoke with your motherLike we’re brothers in a communeDon’t say bad things, unless you got a problemWith my hair or with my smell…I never popped my cherry before I got marriedPlease stop, I’m wary if your Potter is HarryMarriage is defined between a straight man and a woman causeIf it’s legalized, I’d hold hands with the groomsmanBaptized in a lake that’s holier than yours, duhSatanists and pagans pray for rain in CaliforniaYeah I’m so fuckin angrythat I want to kill myselfI fuckin hate my parents and I hate my schooleven though they want to help meget a jobMy dead family thinks that I’m a jokeso I cut off their limbs, and slit all their throatsI’m just kidding, they’re livingI rap about my dreams and hopesInternally rhymin every line that I’ve ever writtenAlways violently describing all the times I’m with womenThe only 90’s white rapper never been inside a prisonBack then, I used to make fun of the pop stars and celebrity childrenAll you got to do is yellOKAYthis is what they listen to in jailSay what?!Do this dance yo It’s only gonna last a monthCause this song needs more autotuneGirl, I’m a sang to you.You ain’t got to worry about a thang my boo.I got all this money from my bar mitzvah.Oh yeah, and from Degrassi tooOil companiesTax the richDefense contractorsTax the richCorporationsTax the richGovernmentWait, don’t tax me bitchThere’s a toaster on the goosewhile I’m stroking on the fruitsPoking holes in the rootsof the helicopter sinkingyour velociraptor’s drinkingmarmalade with the crunchy tails If you don’t understand, then you’re not smartGot the girls ridin in the back of the tractorJust as misogynistic as the other rappersBut the audience is happier I’m not blackerDon’t call me cracker, you racist assholeRap about a VG, anime, no CDs or MP3s, I’m down with that.OGG lossless when I record in my PCMaster race.We drinkin brewskies with the brosI’m a pro with the beer pong getting the tailSmokin on a cig, no inhalefreshman girls start showin their vageThen we’re goin to bangAnd it better be consensual!Yo I’m from West LondonSoundin like Pygmalion with a crumpetI don’t think you understand meI’m the Prime Minister of the drum n bass beat I’m a gangsta where guns are bannedIf you a wanka, I’ll hit you with a panSeriously, we will beat the bloody shit out of you if you talk bollocks about our soccer teamWhy – am I – rappin – like I – couldn’t – even – breathe?All I rap about is pussy – money – weedRappin in triplets, I’m rappin in tripletsI don’t need a man, but I’ll make a love songMoney in the bank, fake butt in a thong- fuck skinny bitches, I eat em for breakfastthen he does the dishesno I don’t do dishesjust rhymed the same word: repetitionIt’s a Flo Rida, Pitbull songThat a ghost writer wrote cause this shit’s so dumbYeah we gonna get drunk in the clubOn the bub, let me rub on your buttWith the nub in my pants22 spit itin front of you, differenta minute beginningin chronological orderbut did I miss it?I’m kiddingWhere you can comment it below, the Like: you hit ityou can always share the video subscribe to me if you didn’t - Rappin about everything that you would listen to when you’re chillinSo I’m NLJ, and now I’m finished mygyry • 2015-06-14, 11:49 Najlepszy komentarz (33 piw) Bardziej by tu pasowało "23 style of raping", tylko odtwórca musiał by być ciemniejszy 8 90