Mmm, Charlie Pays like a heap of.. Barley? So I went out and bought a Harley Then I happened to be like THIS IS GNARLY The end
Digngity and Ricky I'm back/ You guys just did a rap attack/ Guess what it's my turn/ Be prepared to crash n burn/ Cause I'm the hypist shit around here/ Why don't u go get wasted again with beer/ Seems like u guys do that alot/ Just like u guys go shoplifting, caught/ I'm lyrically slaughtering you/ What chu gonna do/ Gigity gigity gee/ That's what I hear when you rap/ Or is it, it sounds like pee/ Or Betty white taking a crap/ Anyways I'm the one and only spitta/ By the time this is over you'll be a quitta/
I don't think you rhyme well But you can't even tell Your rhymes are like Dr. Seuss Really tight, just not loose The rhymes are forced, an imperfect fit Why can't you just relax for a bit? You say you're a rapper? I've seen better crappers! I'm what the pros wanna be You stand no chance, rapping with me!
You are all just wasting words Letters in a jumble, in the shape of turds I don't see why you cannot rap But as soon as you came, you've been in my trap What boggles my mind is how simple you are And how hard it is for you to come out this far This is what is has to be A few of you rapping with me It's hard to steer when you cannot see And harder when you just cannot be free
I'm not the best that ever stood/ Partially cause I wasn't born in the hood/ But I stand a chance/ G put on ur pants/ Ur a low pant rider/ Truth is it origanated from gays/ Who loved each other/ The ones that got put behind bars/ Cause they did what pays/ Now they can't see headlights of cars/ Bro you need to repave that road of life/ Before you get Shanked with a knife/ On cause you got weed/ Truth is ur insides bleed/ Ever Bon hut hurts more/ Might as well jump out the door/ Door of a flying plane/ Cause what ur doing is death insane/ Your killing yourself slowly/ Smoking that boogy/ Per one smoke is 5mins wasted/ I wish that road couldent be copied and pasted/
I'm a white boy, but my neck is red I put Miracle Whip on my Wonder Bread My face is pale, nah, I've never been in jail Me and Buffy spend every winter at Vail How many women have I slapped? Zero. Unh! And Martha Stewart happens to be my hero I grew up on a farm and I was born with no rhythm Dr. Phil's my uncle and I like to hang with-him I can't dance, I wear khaki pants, My middle name's Lance, My Grandma's from France So maybe I'm wack, 'Cause my skin ain't black, But you can't talk smack, 'Cause whitey just struck back Man I miss scary movie 3