Run away

  #rapfame #rapfame_ar_team #moderator_en #moda_judge     Toggle navigationMenu Welcome to Rhymebuster, a rap generator. 1) Choose a genre (this determines the source of lyrics generated):  Hip-Hop  Sonnets  Nursery rhymes  Search phrases  News headlines 2) Pick a rhyme scheme:              Couplet (AABB)             Alternate (ABAB)             Enclosed rhyme (ABBA)             Monorhyme (AAAA)             Cinquain (ABABB)             McCarron Couplet (AABBAB)             Limerick (AABBA)             Ottava rima (ABABABCC)             Rhyme royal (ABABBCC)             Rubaiyat (AABA)             Simple 4-line (ABCB)          3) Hit "generate" button below a few times. Use the random lyrics for inspiration. You can see where individual lines come from if you hover over "source" next to each line. 4) Give us a shoutout on your website, blog, social media, etc. You can use the widget on the right to win AirPods even! Generate Clear Save & Share Rhythem Blunt Cru, knockin at the door I'm really missing you... I'm not a kid anymore... Like when I spot a rainbow, Or see a fallin star Ain't nuthin' gonna change so remember me la la la la I'm serving life in this game now, there's no turning back You ask what could spark a kid into slingin that crack? My dick was burning half to death cause of this slut I respect that, you let me know where ya heads at In the bitch like pap smears, then examining her rear The clarity to see, the ears to hear She love freedom like I do to whom all respect's due And I suggest you do the same Daddy taught me that, they talk game That's been ringing on your block, years Who doesn't fear another because fear's Shit, maybe she deserve better, maybe it's me They thought I was a fool to be I'm wild like them MA's sitting on death rizzo 'Member you talkin 'bout that out-of-town dough With my rider's and dogs We blowin smoke creatin Scooby Doo fogs It's always tight around here And get some fresh air Nickatina been at since 11 On people, yo check Dilated, Evidence Check out the crack scene over there But things started changing when my music career Is harder to achieve than many wanna believe And we could run away but she wont leave That kid right there don't got no sense Build a fence as a form of self-defence Smash that trash, keep it gangsta, mayne I got seventeen karats in my piece and chain Cause my neck and wrist, bling bling It's a Bizarre thing, pull on my heart string 18 Pills a day, I get so dizzy and high It's the star spangled ban-ner right in your eye I get raw and show the crowd what I could do But you know damn well you can't fuck with my crew You gotta punch a kid, dead, in the, nose, Sit down fatso, watch me blast boats like gas blows And if my records don't sell, I won't get beamed girls on the tip fellaz too it seemed refresh edit delete source rapgenius About this site | Privacy Policy | Terms of Use