I woke to sound of gunshots
My face is hot, layin' out on the block
Blood on my S-Dots, got the rocks in mah' socks
My nikka Don is dead, two bullets thru the head
I rememberin' him sayin somethin'
But dyin before I heard what the nikka said
So I pick up the gat looking for where them nikkas at
Revenge on my mind, Imma hit them bitches back
But first I head to Willy's crib, gotta get my dibs
On dis boy's nice ass, shit taste betta than ribs
Willy standin at the door waitin', his lips got me salivatin'
I converted to Judaism but imma eat dis nikka's bacon
Once I step in the door he whipin out my dick, spittin on that shit
Be blowin on my shit like a Nintendo cartridge, 8-bit
Damn I'm tryin not to nut, I wanna hit this nikka's butt
After he done playin wit my balls like Putt Putt
I like it when he bites me, nikka don't do it lightly
Mash that shit hard an' make me scream ya name, B
He done on my dick so I whip him around on tha ground
Time to bust that ass raw don't make a sound
I like my fucks quick so I conserve my dick
Dis distinguished black fellow gettin dry so I gotta spit
Rollin on him like a Hummer, dat ass hotter than a NY summer
I broke dat but ass don't worry, I'm Joe the Plumber
I wish I was black. :(
Rap isn't music.
SUCK IT HARD SICK BURN!!
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Maji is the best writer on EB, hands down :bow
Rap isn't music.
SUCK IT HARD SICK BURN!!
(http://i84.photobucket.com/albums/k36/SlinkyT82/1z3m26g.gif)
Rap isn't music.
SUCK IT HARD SICK BURN!!
(http://i84.photobucket.com/albums/k36/SlinkyT82/1z3m26g.gif)
see, this is why you'll never be as cool as me.
You've got to be able to like rap and metal and Brooklynite "hipster" distinguished effete fellow stuff like TOBACCO :-*
I wish I could write, but I can't :(
I just get lost in trying to decide what should be a chorus or not.
I've written dozens of guitar riffs and whatnot, but I've never written lyrics.