(EDIT: WHEN YOU POST IT YOU GOTTA BOLD THE ORIGINAL TEXT OR ADD A LINE SO WE KNOW WHERE THE REAL LYRICS END)

I used some of Kanye's black skinhead and look how it continued

Four in the morning, and I'm zoning
They say I'm possessed, it's an omen
I keep it 300, like the Romans
300 b****es, where's the Trojans?

Like the Trojans and they're praying you up
Horse S*** I keep it 300, make my T.O. look like 3/4
B**** ass how my bony ass flutes at a Super Bowl
Who the f***'s pitching? It's Rush

100 on this little porta potty
She let my little friend take a piss and
Miss a load
I never felt so good.
It's fresh out of the plant
And it's in the box

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And I can't even go to the grocery store
Without some ones thats clean and a shirt with a team
I mean, they take a nigga to a seafood restaurant
They give him a honey mustard tshirt!
No body's seen him hangin' off a gold roof
Nigga what is this shirt?
But don't look at me, I gotta have it on
They send me

Nobody’s seen him hanging off a gold roof is a bar

An MF Doom bar but a bar

Poopy-di scoop
Scoop-diddy-whoop
Whoop-di-scoop-di-poop
Poop-di-scoopty
Scoopty-whoop
Whoopity-scoop, whoop-poop-di-poop, whoopty-di-scoop-di-poop

Poop-di-scoop-di-poop-di-poop
Snip of the neck (part 1)
(hold a leg back and wipe your butt-hole)
(hold the other leg up)
(squish into a ball)
(squish even harder)
(hold the fart-hole up)
Whoop

Lmaooo

the end of music is near

Yeah, I'm gonna take my horse to the old town road
I'm gonna ride 'til I can't no more
I'm gonna take my horse to the old town road
I'm gonna ride 'til I can't no more
I got the pretty flowers to make me smile
I'm gonna take my horse to the old town road
I'm gonna ride 'til I can't no more
I'm gonna take my horse to the old town

YO THIS S*** EVEN MAKES SENSE LMAO

Ooh, I love my wife‚ I love my wife (Igh)
Let's go ride a bike with my wife (Igh)
My wife's really young‚ my wife's real small
Let's go to the beach and play with a beach ball
Praise Jesus‚ God, and my wife
Let's go to beach and ride a bike
Who are you guys?
My husband? (Igh)
My sister-in-law?
My grandfather?
My best friend?
Friends and family ‚ I just never know when I'll see them
This time I feel that my wife
Will change it all ‚ She must suffer a lot
Her heart is so small ‚ She must suffer a lot
The

Double G buckle tucked under my shirt
I taste Codeine when I burp
I bought a Bentley forgot it insured
You just so broke, boy you get on my nerves

...

Let me hear your mama ask you the question
How it feel to be rich, young, clever, and stupid
You are a dear friend
When your ass swells like sand I want to pinch your nipples
Then get the hell up and leave
You've been blind for too long, tell me your story
" I am a Christian and do not drink alcohol"
Hey, Jesus Christ, you rich, you stupid, and you weasely
"I do not accept the theory that the world will end in six months"
You stay out of jail, kill the

this might be a classic thread

It added "Chorus", i'm dead

I'm that bad type
Make your mama sad type
Make your girlfriend mad tight
Might seduce your dad type
I'm the bad guy, duh

My crayola clock, 3:30 tonight
Gonna leave the tool in the lawn
This d*** won't wear itself out
'Cause these dunces are
-Get that, huh?-

(Chorus:)

--B-I-B-E-E-E-D-E--

Hang on, girl

Faster than a rubber band
Move a step

Tightened up you can't
Leave it in the crib

Snip of the neck (part 1)

(Hold a leg back and wipe our butt-hole)

"My crayola clock, 3:30 tonight
Gonna leave the tool in the lawn
This d*** won't wear itself out
'Cause these dunces are
-Get that, huh?-"

these billie bars got my dyin

Uh, and when I wake up
I recognize you're looking at me for the pay cut
But homicide be looking at you from the face down
What MAC-11 even boom with the bass down?
Schemin', and let me tell you 'bout my life
Painkillers only put me in the twilight zone
You a conn'er, and I ain't shy to tell you that
This ain't no open mic night
There ain't no eye-opener how to be ill
One day, I seen the way you writ-nin' verses
'Cause you write hit songs with a megaphone
But you write crime, and you got your man in the penitentiary
You drop your LO and slow it down
But when you

yo WTF this is HARD

His palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy, there's vomit on his sweater already, mom's spaghetti, but on the surface, he looks calm and ready to drop bombs, but he keeps on forgetting 『Defense to attack』. Because this is a deep water battle, he has no way to retreat after assaulting the enemy in deep water, but he can only rely on swinging his sword in response.

Pong

His sword is unable to avoid the swift swing, and the 5cm blade of the Sword Technique High-level Skill 『Swordsmanship』 swung in one go, sinks the sword into the ground

Billie might just kill your f***ing dad and leave the strap on the lawn juheard?

My apologies, are you into astrology?
Cause I'm, I'm tryin to make it to Uranus.

Make it to Uranus.
His Whole Family Donated $2 Million.
Let's bring the Mars Down, he's a hopeless romantic, I mean yeah.
Let's bring the Mars Down, he's a hopeless romantic.
That's what they're callin' for.
Where's the Land? It's Water.
Where's the Land?
One, One

AI really taking our chances of becoming artists

lmao

we legit need some rappers from this site to make an album entirely of this s***

dick so big it’s like a foot in yo mouth !!! no tongue is in the hole 2 u!! so u would have to get a little closer 2 give the goo 2 flow thru u throat!!!!!!!!! †one per cockh@​t.com