Rap Man
Meanwhile, back at the rapcave! Jumping Gee willickers rapman you're never gonna believe it! What seems to be the problem my raptastic companion? I just found out there's a bunch of wack ass, no talent having, swear they can Rap, 40-something, shoulda got a job, still living with their parents, so wack they Couldn't even get the whole 15 minutes of fame, only got 2 minutes perpetrating bitch ass Motherfuckers out there on the scene trying to make music! Oh my god! (I know!) Rapman will not stand for this! (Go Get 'Em!) To the booth! Now let me hop up in the rap mobile, get so much pussy in the back they should call it the cat-mobile Everybody's worried about a deal, but I keep it real Fucking around and I hit you in the crown with a inevitable sound that's spreading through your town Hold up! Gee willickers rapman I don't think they comprehend or can begin to even understand We don't fight crime, we fight whack rhymes, one song at a time, line after line Hold up! Motherfucker I'm bout to roll up, pull out the hamma on a bamma leave em tore up (oh my god!) Yea you talk, but can you walk, lets see you put the dough up (Cha-Ching!) Rhymes I throw up, a little nasty bastard, people hating on a brother just cause I mastered the flow Like Jedi, bet I, murder it before you heard of it, bitches I'm murking it Go berzerk in the club while honeys twerkin it Haters talking shit where they ain't no time for this, you know I'm bombing this, the flow is ominous Second I'm rhyming this, sound like a dominous (Ching!) All the people that was hatin' in the beginning, know that I'm winning, let me slip through your fingers And now your spinning, you can check the Polaroid pictures cuz bitches I'm grinning I got it Treat the game like a honey, I had to get inside it Visionary of logic, is like two planets collided I'm a lyrical miracle, matter fact a paradox On stage while my DJ scratching like chicken pox Never put me in your box, if your shit eats tapes I'm not biting, only quoting one of the greats, now The radio got me feeling disgusted, punch you in the snotbox til your brain concussed it Women they lust it, when they guts get busted, rip it up I'm the best trust it
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Meanwhile, back at the rapcave! Jumping Gee willickers rapman you're never gonna believe it! What seems to be the problem my raptastic companion? I just found out there's a bunch of wack ass, no talent having, swear they can Rap, 40-something, shoulda got a job, still living with their parents, so wack they Couldn't even get the whole 15 minutes of fame, only got 2 minutes perpetrating bitch ass Motherfuckers out there on the scene trying to make music! Oh my god! (I know!) Rapman will not stand for this! (Go Get 'Em!) To the booth! Now let me hop up in the rap mobile, get so much pussy in the back they should call it the cat-mobile Everybody's worried about a deal, but I keep it real Fucking around and I hit you in the crown with a inevitable sound that's spreading through your town Hold up! Gee willickers rapman I don't think they comprehend or can begin to even understand We don't fight crime, we fight whack rhymes, one song at a time, line after line Hold up! Motherfucker I'm bout to roll up, pull out the hamma on a bamma leave em tore up (oh my god!) Yea you talk, but can you walk, lets see you put the dough up (Cha-Ching!) Rhymes I throw up, a little nasty bastard, people hating on a brother just cause I mastered the flow Like Jedi, bet I, murder it before you heard of it, bitches I'm murking it Go berzerk in the club while honeys twerkin it Haters talking shit where they ain't no time for this, you know I'm bombing this, the flow is ominous Second I'm rhyming this, sound like a dominous (Ching!) All the people that was hatin' in the beginning, know that I'm winning, let me slip through your fingers And now your spinning, you can check the Polaroid pictures cuz bitches I'm grinning I got it Treat the game like a honey, I had to get inside it Visionary of logic, is like two planets collided I'm a lyrical miracle, matter fact a paradox On stage while my DJ scratching like chicken pox Never put me in your box, if your shit eats tapes I'm not biting, only quoting one of the greats, now The radio got me feeling disgusted, punch you in the snotbox til your brain concussed it Women they lust it, when they guts get busted, rip it up I'm the best trust it