Bomber wrote:Boy, that escalated quickly... I mean, that really got out of hand fast,... It jumped up a notch.... It did, didn't it?
Yeah, there were horses, and a man on fire, and I killed a guy with a trident
I meant to talk to you about that, you may wanna get out of town and go stay with some relatives, lay low for a while, because your probably wanted for murder.
'97 Toyota Supra - 6Spd, Built 2J, T88H-38GK, HKS 272 Cams, Tilton Triple Plate, Haltech E11V2
They call me the rhymenocerous
Not because I'm fat
Not because I've got birds on my back
Because I'm horny, I'm horny
When I'm on the mic
I'm like global warming
You can't ignore me
In the bedroom I'm the gentleman
All the ladies come before me
Check your yellow pages I'm a registered rhymenaecologist
Now I'm passing over the mic to the hiphop-potamus
They call me the hiphop-potamus
My lyrics are bottomless
...Is that it?
Sometimes my rhymes are obscene
Described as smutty, pornographic scene that's r18
They're so filthy, I feel guilty
I have to rinse my mouth out with Listerine
Like when I rap about those xxxxxxx smothered in margarine
Hahahaha
(gun sound effects)
They call me the hiphop-potamus
cause I got flows that glow like phosphorous
Poppin off the top of this oesophageus
Not because I'm a water dwelling mammal from Africa
Called a hippopotamus I'm not a hippopotamus, I'm a hiphop-potamus
Where did you get the preposterous hypothesis that I was a hippopotamus?
Other rappers diss me
Say my rhymes are sissy
What, what, what, why, why, why?
Be more constructive with your feedback
Because I rap about reality
Like me and my grandma having a cup of tea?
Ain't no party like my nana's tea party
Hey-ho
Freestyle, hiphop-potamus you do some freestyling
I'm freestylin just on the microphone
On the bbc, on the piture of new york I'm just freestylin on the piture of new york Um British broadcasting company
i'm just basically making this xxxx up as I go along
Basically just free
Just basically from the top of my dome
Sometimes it's not so good
My rhymes are so potent that in this small segment
I made all the lady listeners pregnant
Yeah that's right, sometimes my lyrics are sexist
But you lovely xxxxxxx know, should know
I'm trying to correct this
Well she said "I wanna ask you one question. If I had some nuts, hangin on the walls, what did I have honey?"
I said, "Darling you'd have some walnuts."
She said, "Well.. daddy if I had some nuts on my chest, would those be chestnuts?"
I said, "Hell yes!"
She said, "Well daddy if I had nuts under my chin, would those be chin-nuts?"
I said, "Hell no bitch you'd have a dick in your mouth!"
Chiggy check...
If you're gonna start posting song lyrics, they have to be at least that good. Which means everything else fails.
Commando wrote:seriously, this thread is now a complete cyber skip bin filled with all kinds of waste from the internet...
Allright...
Empty your pockets, but do it slow
Take everything you got and lay it on the fuckin floor
Don't make me have to set an example today
and blow one of you crazy motherfuckers away
I'm in a bank, and it's a little bit funny
takin all you stupid motherfuckers' money
Peepin at a bitch cause my dick's on hard
Laughin at the dumb ass security guard
who's tied up for the moment, not sayin' a word
I should have known it before, the motherfucker's a nerd
But back to the bitches I'm peepin
and then untie the hoe, so I can start creepin
Took her to the backroom, about to jack
Cold trailed the bitch, with a gun in the back
I said: "Lay down, and unbutton your bra!"
There was the biggest titties that a nigga ever saw
I said: "Damn", then the air got thinner
Only thought in my mind, was goin' up in her
The suspense was makin' me sick
She took her panties down and the bitch had a dick!
I said: "Damn", dropped the gat from my hand
(What I thought was a bitch, was nothing but a man)
Put the gat to his legs, all the way up his skirt
because this is one faggot that I had to hurt
I'm Brick Tamland. People seem to like me because I am polite and I am rarely late. I like to eat ice cream and I really enjoy a nice pair of slacks. Years later, a doctor will tell me that I have an I.Q. of 48 and am what some people call mentally retarded.
Look at your car. Now back to mine. Now back to yours. Now back to mine. Sadly, yours isn't mine. But if you stopped buying dodgy cars and bought an ED, yours could be like mine. Look down. Back up. Where are you? ...You're on BoostedFalcon, reading the signature your signature could be like! Anything is possible when your car looks like my car... I'm on a computer.
