2 white boys trying to rap
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Oh, Damn, all of the rhymes here are wack,
Sounds like some downs syndrome patients are trying to be black.
Talking about pounding hoes and getting fucked up,
When you should be practicing your flow cause these rhymes all really suck.
I smell shit talking, and its coming from this post,
Like 2 pieces of shit are fighting in the back of your throat.
Go ahead and talk smack, go ahead and talk back,
Cause at the end of the day, your rhymes are still wack.
They need some help quick, like your girls all need more dick,
Someone else help them, cause I don't want to get sick.
CT must be diseased, all sorts of STD's,
Clean your rhymes up, you want help? Bitch Please.
"I drive a honda, and I hate Rice",
Thats what half your shit is, wait, I'll say it twice.
If your car isn't fast, but you are claiming 10's,
You are about as much of a pussy as the fucking Olsen Twins.
No, I take that back, we will call you the hilton sisters,
Making Underground tapes that aren't shit, you fucking cock blisters.
Until half you fucking people try to wake up, and grow up,
You'll keep arguing about shit, and guess what? You're fucked.
Everyone thinks they are a fucking genious, and they know it all,
But I won't believe you, until your cars get some Balls.
I'm not trying to hate, I don't want to sound great,
But some of you don't have cars, and wonder why you can't get a date?
If you want to get ass, shit has to change fast,
Before this fucking import bullshit gets left in the past.
I'm going to turn the table over, my verse here is done,
When it comes to spitting lyrics, bitch, who's number one?
Sounds like some downs syndrome patients are trying to be black.
Talking about pounding hoes and getting fucked up,
When you should be practicing your flow cause these rhymes all really suck.
I smell shit talking, and its coming from this post,
Like 2 pieces of shit are fighting in the back of your throat.
Go ahead and talk smack, go ahead and talk back,
Cause at the end of the day, your rhymes are still wack.
They need some help quick, like your girls all need more dick,
Someone else help them, cause I don't want to get sick.
CT must be diseased, all sorts of STD's,
Clean your rhymes up, you want help? Bitch Please.
"I drive a honda, and I hate Rice",
Thats what half your shit is, wait, I'll say it twice.
If your car isn't fast, but you are claiming 10's,
You are about as much of a pussy as the fucking Olsen Twins.
No, I take that back, we will call you the hilton sisters,
Making Underground tapes that aren't shit, you fucking cock blisters.
Until half you fucking people try to wake up, and grow up,
You'll keep arguing about shit, and guess what? You're fucked.
Everyone thinks they are a fucking genious, and they know it all,
But I won't believe you, until your cars get some Balls.
I'm not trying to hate, I don't want to sound great,
But some of you don't have cars, and wonder why you can't get a date?
If you want to get ass, shit has to change fast,
Before this fucking import bullshit gets left in the past.
I'm going to turn the table over, my verse here is done,
When it comes to spitting lyrics, bitch, who's number one?
not you, maliwho, maliwhowho?
your rhymes are beat
just like little e's meat
you can't compete with the big boys son
cuz you'll get knocked out, cmon its fun!
you guys rhyme bout cars and hoes
well listen up kids yall havent seen it
its all bout the bling, the blang, and B's wing wang
you can't stop it, h3ll neither can i, all i know is, is b's mom is dry
ky can't help it, sh*t mobil 1 syn can't even lube that sh*t
you boys need to quite it, cuz all your rhymes just dont fit
so come off it son, lose the dirt, the mud, and for all rhyming reasons...
stop pulling the PUD!
your rhymes are beat
just like little e's meat
you can't compete with the big boys son
cuz you'll get knocked out, cmon its fun!
you guys rhyme bout cars and hoes
well listen up kids yall havent seen it
its all bout the bling, the blang, and B's wing wang
you can't stop it, h3ll neither can i, all i know is, is b's mom is dry
ky can't help it, sh*t mobil 1 syn can't even lube that sh*t
you boys need to quite it, cuz all your rhymes just dont fit
so come off it son, lose the dirt, the mud, and for all rhyming reasons...
stop pulling the PUD!
Haha, man, that was kinda funny,
like a late car payment when you have no money.
Your rhymes are like those of Britney Spears,
well, when she's all drugged up and had a couple of beers.
And you really should quit ragging on B's mom,
Its not her fault she couldn't feel your schlong.
KY Jelly couldn't help, Mobile 1 Couldn't eather,
Doesn't matter though, 30 seconds and ding!, Sisteve needs a breather.
You can make a come back, go ahead and try it,
it will work about as well as Anna Nicoles twinkie diet.
like a late car payment when you have no money.
Your rhymes are like those of Britney Spears,
well, when she's all drugged up and had a couple of beers.
And you really should quit ragging on B's mom,
Its not her fault she couldn't feel your schlong.
KY Jelly couldn't help, Mobile 1 Couldn't eather,
Doesn't matter though, 30 seconds and ding!, Sisteve needs a breather.
You can make a come back, go ahead and try it,
it will work about as well as Anna Nicoles twinkie diet.
Smonkeyboy
Senior Member
dude are you :ghey:
punkyjewster41
Senior Member
ok ok , lemme have a go at this
* crack my knuckles*
eh, ok ....
i had a dog and it was orange
its name was bingo and it....it um...
crap, nothing rhymes with orange...
ok ok , i got it for real
ehem, nigga, yo "azz" is purple
cuz your gay and you do...eh...stuff....that rhymes with....AH CRAP
ok ok , for seriously , this is it
whew
ok
and go!
be-otch! look at my gun its shiny and silver!
when you see it your gonna be like i um....ah are you kidding me, what the hell...i give up....
* crack my knuckles*
eh, ok ....
i had a dog and it was orange
its name was bingo and it....it um...
crap, nothing rhymes with orange...
ok ok , i got it for real
ehem, nigga, yo "azz" is purple
cuz your gay and you do...eh...stuff....that rhymes with....AH CRAP
ok ok , for seriously , this is it
whew
ok
and go!
be-otch! look at my gun its shiny and silver!
when you see it your gonna be like i um....ah are you kidding me, what the hell...i give up....
Hey hey hey i want to play, but i dont know what to say
wait a minute this whole topic was about 2 white boys trying to rap
now we got 20 white boys with pure crap
lets make another post about this
so we can come up with a little bigger and better diss
all your rhymes are repetitive its almost like a sedative
i almost fell asleep reading, after you read this your eyes will be bleeding
its so fucking lame i feel sorry that i even came
talking about you want some competition well heres my premonition
this thread is gonna get locked, ill set sail on your ass then get docked
theres no need to fight here take a look in the mirror you are the inferior
youll end up like chyme if you try to rhyme
ok your right im not what i said i was, thats because you understand u dont even have peach fuz
hey heres the
i destroyed all hopes, of people becoming white rappers they should learn to shut their overlarge yappers
wait a minute this whole topic was about 2 white boys trying to rap
now we got 20 white boys with pure crap
lets make another post about this
so we can come up with a little bigger and better diss
all your rhymes are repetitive its almost like a sedative
i almost fell asleep reading, after you read this your eyes will be bleeding
its so fucking lame i feel sorry that i even came
talking about you want some competition well heres my premonition
this thread is gonna get locked, ill set sail on your ass then get docked
theres no need to fight here take a look in the mirror you are the inferior
youll end up like chyme if you try to rhyme
ok your right im not what i said i was, thats because you understand u dont even have peach fuz
hey heres the
i destroyed all hopes, of people becoming white rappers they should learn to shut their overlarge yappersdon't worry Mali I was sleepin'
but now that I'm up you best come competin'
i wake up to the sound of 50 IM's
all you mother fuckers think I'm the fucking man
why don't you just leave it alone, give a dog it's bone,
and when the time comes put my Shoei on my dome?
cuz when i come to represent I come correct
unlike you thug niggas who just come errect
trying to get your dick sucked instead of being a man
i know what it's like, but i just don't understand
y'all treat your women like shit
mixing up girls minds like breakfast and Bisquiq
Better Crocker ain't got shit on me dog
i'll mix cakes and pies and feed 'em to the hog
i can get more ass than a toilet seat when i want it
but all you stupid mother fuckers sleep with anything wearing a bonnet
in this life you gots to have standards
if you don't, you end up WetWilly, a fuckface with no candor
And for E who can run his mouth about steve's sister
you keep saying you going to, but i already hit that, mister
so when you're all up on her shit thinking your a fly nigga like Mase
turn look in the mirror and ask yourself how's my dick taste
stupid mother fuckers.... we out.. out ... ou . . .. o
but now that I'm up you best come competin'
i wake up to the sound of 50 IM's
all you mother fuckers think I'm the fucking man
why don't you just leave it alone, give a dog it's bone,
and when the time comes put my Shoei on my dome?
cuz when i come to represent I come correct
unlike you thug niggas who just come errect
trying to get your dick sucked instead of being a man
i know what it's like, but i just don't understand
y'all treat your women like shit
mixing up girls minds like breakfast and Bisquiq
Better Crocker ain't got shit on me dog
i'll mix cakes and pies and feed 'em to the hog
i can get more ass than a toilet seat when i want it
but all you stupid mother fuckers sleep with anything wearing a bonnet
in this life you gots to have standards
if you don't, you end up WetWilly, a fuckface with no candor
And for E who can run his mouth about steve's sister
you keep saying you going to, but i already hit that, mister
so when you're all up on her shit thinking your a fly nigga like Mase
turn look in the mirror and ask yourself how's my dick taste
stupid mother fuckers.... we out.. out ... ou . . .. o
Smonkeyboy
Senior Member
I'm white
and can't rap
can you tell
im sure ass hell
not just gonna sit here
and drink a Beer
doesnt matter that im in school
ill probablly look like a tool
but at least i dont have to deal with flag day
man i feel bad for B, i aint never gon look dat ghey
just playin, i wanted to feel special and join the rap thread
and can't rap
can you tell
im sure ass hell
not just gonna sit here
and drink a Beer
doesnt matter that im in school
ill probablly look like a tool
but at least i dont have to deal with flag day
man i feel bad for B, i aint never gon look dat ghey
just playin, i wanted to feel special and join the rap thread
aight, aight check it one...
this is the mutha fkn remix, ya heaaaaaaaaaard...
see son, this kid right here thinks he some kind of monkey
well guess what dawg, your sh*t smells a little funky
i suggest you clean it, maybe even steam it
as long as you dont bring that ish in here, we sure as h3ll dont care
1,2.3 to the 4, sisteve will coming knocking at yo door.
to little b*tch that thinks he can rhyme, guess what son...you sound like a mime.
my my my, whos the man, the myth, the mister?
not you son, you must have a blister...
you cant run with the big dawgs ya see
your little ls civic only says wheeeeeeeeee wheeeeeeeeeeee
going down the hill hitting top speed of 98
i know y ou just cant appreciate
so come off it dawg, you aint neva gonna hit my sista
therefore it looks like you definately aint the man, the myth, the mista...
y0, y0, i can't here the snare drum, ah fk it y0, ill go acapella
none of ya'll can compete wit da dawg pound fella
i got the boys by my back eating you like jell-a
im out. im out im out im out....
this is the mutha fkn remix, ya heaaaaaaaaaard...
see son, this kid right here thinks he some kind of monkey
well guess what dawg, your sh*t smells a little funky
i suggest you clean it, maybe even steam it
as long as you dont bring that ish in here, we sure as h3ll dont care
1,2.3 to the 4, sisteve will coming knocking at yo door.
to little b*tch that thinks he can rhyme, guess what son...you sound like a mime.
my my my, whos the man, the myth, the mister?
not you son, you must have a blister...
you cant run with the big dawgs ya see
your little ls civic only says wheeeeeeeeee wheeeeeeeeeeee
going down the hill hitting top speed of 98
i know y ou just cant appreciate
so come off it dawg, you aint neva gonna hit my sista
therefore it looks like you definately aint the man, the myth, the mista...
y0, y0, i can't here the snare drum, ah fk it y0, ill go acapella
none of ya'll can compete wit da dawg pound fella
i got the boys by my back eating you like jell-a
im out. im out im out im out....