#1
I just want everybody to know who I am
I'm the person that they call the man
I make the fat fugly hoes(sp?) go damn
Everybody loves me like a popular clothing
brand
I sell millions of records, and I don't have a
band
Cats don't think about burying me in the sand
I'm strong like when you piss off a ram
Ric people offer to sell me their land
Sometimes I don't have to use the can
My place is where the people say it's at
And I'll kill you with my ****ing baseball bat
I have better reflexes than a mother****ing cat
I'll laugh at you cause you'd rather eat that
But right now I have something to say
God you're gay!
#2
[Serious criticism: y' need to work on your lyrics a bit more, man... you're going for too obvious rhymes, like bat and cat, and your rhyming scheme is a bit too simple]

Who
Dares to disturb
Me from my sleep, my ancient slumber
With his foolish words? You got some nerve,
Kid, but soon you won't have any cuz
I'll rip em out with my bare fingers, cuz I'm tense like hair triggers
When amateurs try to sweat, I put their heads in a vice and slice their necks
And eviscerate em in the time it takes to write a check
I'm major league, you're a substitute for a special needs school team
To have an ounce of my talent is your greatest dream
I make it seem so easy, dope rhymes flow outta me like blood
And wherever I go, man, I get nothing but love
Call me a has been? Bitch, you a never was,
In all this time I never lost a battle
But when you spit, the audience hiss like a rattlesnake
You call me gay? Haha, you make the Village People look straight
You use hooks in your lyrics, I use hooks in real life
You spit it real wack and I spit it real nice
Somehow this shit just don't feel right,
Like I'm stealing candy from a baby
But then again to call me out you gotta be certified crazy
In any case you aint a certified microphonist
By now you oughtta know this, I crush all my opponents
And now I rip your heart out and eat it
Jesus kid, how much clearer can I make it?
Once again, you're defeated.
According to BS statistics, 92% of teens have moved on to rap. If you're among the 8% who doesn't consider rap to be real music, donate your brains, as you clearly aren't using them.
#4
LOL, how could I know?

Do you just let it flow, or do you use beats?
According to BS statistics, 92% of teens have moved on to rap. If you're among the 8% who doesn't consider rap to be real music, donate your brains, as you clearly aren't using them.
#7
Rap is dumb.

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#9
LOL.

Anyways, try the beat for N2gether Now, it's a Method Man and Fred Durst collaboration. Yes yes yes I know Fred Durst Limp Bizkit blah blah but it's a Premier cut, so it automatically owns.
According to BS statistics, 92% of teens have moved on to rap. If you're among the 8% who doesn't consider rap to be real music, donate your brains, as you clearly aren't using them.
#10
Quote by glm
Fuck off.


Damn. I was hoping to get a big long rap about how I'm gay and how you ****ed my mom or something stupid. I'm very disappointed.

To keep this from being spamming: I guess it's good? I'm not really sure to what standards you match up a rap song, so I can't really say much. I guess the biggest problem I have with rap is that unless it's really good stuff, it's really only as good as the beat it's played over. So this might be fine and dandy, but without the beat it loses most of it's power since the words are just like any other rap song. So I guess that means it sucks, doesn't it? Oh well.

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Last edited by Petey Cook at Mar 5, 2007,