rappas are so hott
3 years ago
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.
Comments:
im right here lol
im all dat ya need, im cool as can be, jus look at da words dat u see, yal b like flirtin wid me, fools b like shit “dat verse is curtains 4 me”, cuz ma thurst 4 hurrtin em’s free, n ma work 4 u’s yurnin 2 please, u want hot? ill take ya 2 a spot wid a unknown certain degreeze, so many uncertainties?, well not wid me ull b burnin wid ease, c these other rappers only jus learnin 2 tease, ill av ya wobbalin at da knees, wen dey b b tryin not 2 freeze, wid me ull be hand holdin tryin not 2 sqease, wid dem ull b dam moldin! cryin i got desease, screamin who can stop these evil species?, me of course dey get shocked wid force at da heart of der P.C’s, bunch ov tea leave thiefin O.G wanabe TV believin M.C’s, ma lyrics b leavin em empty, depressed b left intense mentaly, den shit aint left 4 u kenzie but 2 exept destiny, Ilove300 ull b out numberd went sent 2 me, ya rap games tight n ya know im right wen i say u n me r ment 2 be….......
yo lady holla back 4 a fresh attack
hit me back peace
Yo, forget this fool as I represent
When I drop the rhymes, it’s the main event
I got M.C. Hammer moves like David Brent
‘Cause I’m the guy who pays your rent
Motherfuckers like Lloyal got no education
Misspelling words calls for his castration
I’ve been trained in classical oration
And when the plane goes down, use my dick for flotation
Maybe guys who love vampires really get you going
Lloyal masturbates when Buffys cleavage showing
Reading Anne Rice, his jeans bulge is growing
With me, you can depend on the rhymes I’m sowing
See, ILoveMe, I look like BJ Armstrong
But better in the bed with a Kong Kong dong
Producers pay millions for these modern folk songs
I spit like a pro, so you know I belong
Fuck Lloyal, you don’t want his “Jedi” shit
Hittin’ up VampCon, thinking he’s legit
When I head into the forest, all the bears split
‘Cause they know I’m no one to mess wit’
Alright, Lloyal, now’s you’re chance
Rap like a pro or do a “shit-my-pants” dance
ILoveMe and Henn are in for romance
What you got to say, lest I put you in a trance?
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
hennessy baby
u got style but i dont go with a while. u just come up. well whats wit dat. u dissin shady gets u no rap. so sorry 4 dis but u anit it.
hennesy ur da bitch tht say rap aint worth it
man ur shit is completly crap i meen dam im not sure if i should eavin rap w8 ya i should u could use a lesson on dissen u gotta make it ur mission like wen u bangin ur dad in da kitchen and tellin ur mom’plz stop bitchen’ shes sayin il shoot say u fell in da kitchen see rhymed 2 words ova an ova like wen ur dads sayin hey i wish i new ya then we could get frendly gettin blaze daily so tht 1 day u wouldnt such a bitch and be on see
SHADY!
thats just it. my u da shit. htat was awesome. and go get urself some. man u made me drool. using ur tool. that is what i call a rap. now take me away u sap.
cheerz ya sexy beast
ima sap!? cheerz lol ya cali shit! c i can rap soft 2, is not always bout da dissin, oh yea soz 4 callin ya a bitch indat 1 against dat r hennesy twat, i diddnt mean it literaly, is jus lyrical shit u no ow it is..
peace
holla back
damn u fine
ur just gettin 2 me. but ya Hennessy anit got nothin on u. u so much betta. damn whys he tryin. he anit gonna get me. so thats the word up.
peace, kenzie
so we cool now?
sounds good, he be attackin ma goals n shit so das y i ad damage da kid, av u read his goals der whack! “ooh, ive spent half n hour on ma exercise bike at level 30, ooh look at me” fuckin fag lil college boy bitch still suckin dick in da libary after class, oh yeah das wat i wanted 2 ask u, av u er of da bands “linkin park” n “him”? der da shit
holla back peace
Yo Yo
Step back y’all, lazwah is here to call, i’ll be droppin rhymes and making you fall, you think you got mad skillz, well i got big billzzz, yeah boi, you know it’s true, its the lazwah stylie here for you! i am the dopest of the dope, and my VL turbo don’t need no rope, coz it’s fully sick bro, watch out before i hit your toe,
yeah boiiiiiiii
tell me you gonna beat that foolz! yo! that’s the dopest, illest rhymin in the whole country, ain’t that a fact. WORD UP!
Here’s another one I wrote for my wife:
Yo, we are getting married girl, you know i aint gonna cheat for another month, i got the cash to go to the doctors, so we can fix your face and remove that lump. you’re the love of my life girl, yeah you know it, that smashed crab face is so sexy baby girl, oh yeah! WORD.
Thanks,
Dopeboiii
Yo lazwah
why u come here if u got a wife. so go back and give her some u aint got the tym.
peace
henns lil bitch
lazwah urda real r hennesy’s college boy dick wanker, dont holla back cuz henn a’ll av 2 spank ya, so get back 2 school n poppin ya cans of fanta, 4 dat shitty ryhme ill av 2 thank ya, cuz wen i read it drinkin time’s like sippin ona laughin gas tanka….
yo yo
watchu talkin bout, don’t be wak, coz you know i’ve had more girls than you in the sack,
i aint got time sittin’ readin your rhymes, coz it’s more like listening to a baby whine,
“boo hoo lazwah, im better than you”, go have a sook fool, and go back to school,
i did have respect for your rhymin sentences, but now it just reminds me of your penis agenesis.
PEACE OUT Y’ALL!
Oh ma gawd, Lloyal, can’t believe what I read
“Lazwah wins battle with a 20-point spread!”
Lloyal went to sleep thinking he was ahead
Woke up in the morning, a horse head in his bed
is not surprisin u boys mention penis’s inya ryhmin, frontin u aint gay? bitch jus admit ya lie’in, horses head in ma bed? of course its wat da real slim said now it makes sense, wat he wrote was 4 u 2 instead, “laz walks in da bedroom n all he smells is les claypon, n seen henn spread accross da bed watchin gay porn” yo grow up, more woman in da sack aye? well im affraid wid me dat dont involve blow up dolls or a fat gay, i spose a man 4 u wid bitch tits isa bit distinctive if ya swing dat way, 4 u a dick n tits cant go amiss onda street dasa heavy billin 2 pay, fuck it im done wid ya, ya soft, friend or foe yet i dont know but ima let swoop finish u off….....
yo get at em dawg, rip da shit outta these drag queen brawds lol
peace
lazwa dam!
i aint gonna complament cuz homie honestly ur shit wasnt much just a represent of how bad raps supposed 2 sound real loud noisy and kinda lousy destroyin wat raps really supposed 2 b a song of lyrics not noise destroyin ur hearin so if ur gonna keep makin tht crap th u cal rap jus makes sure u keep it away or ul get blown of da map
This is not a rap:
I’m just having fun dude, I’m a 20 year old from Australia who got this as an email, thought it would be a bit of a laugh, but I do actually love rap music, so, I guess I am baggin on rap if I write crappy rhymes, but now I’m just all about payin out that llyoyal2shadystuff seein as he is taking it SOOO seriously
Battle for iloveme300
Wait a minute, wait a minute, hold the press, i pulled up this chicks top and she had a hairy chest,
one nipple, two nipple, three nipple, four, i thought she had boobs but they were zits galore,
whats the deal with posting a love ad for a rapper, when you aint droppin rhymes you’re just bein a slappa,
coz i thought if you were hot you wouldn’t need this forum, but the only ride your pimpin in is back to the futures deloreum,
i’d love to be all sweet and play out all sexy, but you are baggin everyones rhymes and you havent even dropped ANY.
peace out
lol
das sum lyrical shit!
iloveme300 ya still cool, but ugotta admit his shits funny
fine u want a rap
well here
u wanted a rap and ur not a sap
so give me tym
so i can get a ryhme
4 u 2 get this now
so as u see please take ur bow
cause i wont take the time 2
dis ur ryhmes but they are funny
4 a ho
holla back
Da Comeback
Yo, yo, yo, this is Henndawg bringin’ it back to da old skool. Let’s do it for Jamaica and South Africa in the Nine-Eight. You suckazzzzz
When I write the rhymes, the whole planet goes insane
ILoveMe wants sex with me, literally
But, yo, I abstain
Don’t complain when there’s pain in ya membrane
I run it across quicker than a grater in Spain
Commitin’ murder like Nero while I chow on a gyro
Add on some zeroes, switch the gyro for a hero
Advancing up the tier-oh my god I can’t believe
Gonzaga’s in the rear
And I piss in my pants like Tilt-A-Whirl
Ape, monkey, Cadillac, grey-tailed squirrel
Dreamin’ ‘bout Will Smith in Men in Black 3
“They didn’t make that yet”? Yeah? Wait an’ see
Doin’ stream-of-conciousness shit like James Joyce
Lloyal’s no car or job, no reasons to rejoice
Oh my god, I said a word twoyce
Tom Brokaw knows I’m twice noyce
I love war, I think it’s outta sight
Droppin’ H-bombs is hella tight
I’ll blow up Big Ben, a new memorial site
Innocent bystanders are my delight!
CHORUS:
I’m the laser to your toner
My Blackberry’s password is MadPropertyOwner
When I sip a glass of Bacardi
I accidentally make out with Vince Lombardi
I’m the oil, you’re acrylic
I love toddlers, but I’m not pedophillic
Mustaches! Car crashes! Kittens aren’t that cute!
Eat Chinese food at the New Years bashes!
Yo, yo, yo…
Mustache rides go for fiddy cents
In British terms that’s a pound and twenty pence
I hope this lasts, I can’t stand the suspense
(Sample of Alton Brown: “Leave it on the stove for a while so it can condense”)
Don’t mock me ‘cuz I got tape on my face
It could happen to you if you’re in outer space
I got paid a million bucks for that by the Tate
Girls pay thousands for me to masturbate
Don’t go to the bathroom for less than a Beemer
Sellin’ tickets to yo’ head like Catherine Keener
I spit in your hair, so pay me 50 thousand
My favorite truck is covered in cow skin
I’ll punch the cheetah in the face if he looks it me wrong
Invest capital into the Beat The Cheetah fund
Underwater sea voyage, hot dog buns
Enlighten Frankenstein, teach ‘em how to have fun
CHORUS:
I’m the laser to your toner
My Blackberry’s password is MadPropertyOwner
When I sip a glass of Bacardi
I accidentally make out with Vince Lombardi
I’m the oil, you’re acrylic
I love toddlers, but I’m not pedophillic
Mustaches! Car crashes! Puppies are the shit!
Eat Chinese food at the New Years bashes!
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