I want a hot good rappa, but not a famous 1. I want to find 1 like on the street or at a battle. Or maybe on here, but I dought that.
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fag r hennessy go back 2 drinkin cuz best believe, wen ya testin me ull need more dan 2 c a dentist 2 rest in piece, u a exercise bike’in freak, try excesserise in crillatine twice a week, yo u shud know its nice n cheep, id sudjest lypo but price is steep, cuz a price 4 guys wid ur kinda thighs is risin high as we speak, 4 u leval thirty must b twice as earnin not 2 mention it hurtain tryna turn n get each cheek onda seat, da reality of beastiealty is a turm i cant meet, i mean “bellies gonna get ya” jus amit defeat, u bin livin ona stretcha 2 rest ya feet, levi jeans rippin at da seams, a messed physique, ur a big lump of fat blessed wid speach, a cess pit 4 da best bit which is a whole inya head wid lips dat preach, so educate me bitch less c u teach, ooh learn me 2 make solar power, fossil fuel n wind towers n play wid flowers, natures 4 all u soppy cowards, dat aint wat i seek, skills on how 2 reduce bills 4 those who burn all there money on wat 2 eat, or owe money 2 da libary 4 books on how 2 cook 4 free, ima pupil wid a trick up his sleave,ill b last 2 ya class n 1st 2 leave, bitch ura burger fiend who can murder a desert wid cream, wid a perverted dream, of becomin a slim person teachin fat people in a cookery team, u bin desserted perpously, ur crap raps bin spat n ad me laughin huirtfaly, cuz ya obserdity isa workin entity, yo bitch i can here ya stomach grumbalin ya bellies empty, king kong condoms bin long gone ya shlong done a dissapearin act, ya fat das a fact u neva gone get it back, da sooner u get dat, it can be a goal 2 work at, so stop actin da twat n drop wat ya obviously not good at, my advice college boy pick another hobby 2 coincide wid suckin other boys in da lobby cuz ya rap aint all dat 2 brag about n stop frontin like u all dat so shut ya mouth, we’ll let da bitch of dis shit decide, IloveMe300 a’l soon chuck u out
peace
Yo, yo, yo…
It’s no surprise that Chichester, West Sussex
Rhymes perfectly with molestor, best butt-sex
I’m the king, oppressin’ all my subjects
Nasty like Soze in The Usual Suspects
See, I’m the fuckin’ CEO of Rap, Inc.
Lloyal wants to be my intern, but too bad he stinks
Dissin’ so bad, I’ll send you to your shrink
‘Cause I’m the guy who doesn’t blink
Wouldn’t let that motherfucker use my damn fax machine
He can’t copy or collate, don’t even let him clean
I’m makin’ 4 trillion a year, rollin’ in the green
While Lloyal tries to find his missing Y gene (1)
Yeah, I’m the only rapper good enough to need footnotes (2)
Fuck your moms, take off the condom, wrap it around your throats
They’ll need Angela Lansbury from Murder, She Wrote
To solve the Mystery of Using Condoms as a Rope
Yeah, I’m fat, as in “fat in the crotch”
ILoveMe takes care of me while you can only watch
Call Parker Lewis, I need to synchronize my Swatch (3)
And drink orange juice with a gallon of scotch
Just like Parker, you know I can’t lose
On coke, tranqs, or just drunk on the booze
You know I’m the one that she’s gonna choose
So watch me jump on a couch just like Tom Cruise
(1) This implies that Lloyal is a woman
(2) This is a footnote
(3) This is a reference to the television show, Parker Lewis Can’t Lose
dis bitch got bitch tits
fag r hennesy, ma fat lard arse arch enemy, ya bra staff jus got da best of me, they deserve a medal best belive, ya man breasts jus detest in me, bitch u got da biggest tits of da centry, in da guiness book of records ya bits need a 2 page entry, a fold out page widda suppliment center piece, focusin on ya cleavege complete wid greasy condencesity, dat messy image mentaly affends me, i guess ya regret wen ya went n mentioned me, ya week u hate da fact dat im da kat dat brought tention surroundin ya new age invention 4 ya heavy weight suspention seat, da dream of dat physiqe u seek seems so bleak, even wen ya bin bench pressin college geeks dicks 4 weeks, jus keep feedin ya greed 3 keys of meat at least a week shud fill ya need, 2 b da best upon request at festival an all team eatin contests, ya fat fuckin reject i bet ya all fat no arms legs or neck ya fuckin paraplegic, yur a actin rappa charicter slash wank ass amature, ma tactful rap act a’ll smash slash damage ya, ya raps belong ina trash cannister, y ya let loose bout my head ina noose? wen ur da one hanging from da banister, ima real rival, attack me n ill giv ya a real reason 2 feel suicidle, u shud change ya ova name 2 “bitch boy vynal”, if our worlds eva colide den i will, giv ya a wave im talkin bout tidal, ya 3 times a lady n i aint talkin bout linal, big bitch tits, equiped wid lip stick 4 both slits n pussy lips on ya head n between ya hips, any way im done ond thee attack, im good infact im better dan dat cuz ma lyricall tit 4 tat compared 2 urs is n imperial miss match,
so holla back wen ya done startin from scratch….........
peace bitch tits
Lmao ,, ya rap is funny ,, yuh went type hard ,, i was wonderin if yuh cud do me a favor ,, got beef wit this chik shes fat & she wants my man yuh think yuh can make a rhyme about that 4 me and send it to my email?? lilaisha571@aol.com ,, yea ill do u a favor in return w.e it is


