| | I'm a Loony Toon thats worse than Bugs Bunny/
you could catch me buzzed like a bee around ya honey/
people who tried to mess wit me are straight up dummys/
and these rappers aint comedians but they wack drops are funny/
and ayo I'll never crank a Supaman cos I never bought a comic/
everytime I get sick with my raps I'll make you vomit/
I'm a lyricist|| watch out cos all the queers get hit/
them dudes doin' stunts on that Fear Factor show is fearin' this/
so get Sonic and nuckle up|| I love girls wit bubble buts/
I aint R.Kelly but the kid gotta double up/
peace... |
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| | im loony i had to make new account |
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| | Rose are Red violets are blue he's mine not your boo if you dare take one step or i will take a knife and put to your throat
I don't really now a rap but i know a poem |
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| | I heard you rap cringe like a noob man
Hope you get kicked off by a shoe man
My rhymes fire your raps pretty drool ayy
Your dont have fire you from the kiddle pool
You being roasted by Lil Mik
Saw your girl i heard she getting hits
She punched them noobs she has been bit
Like my homie said what will lit?
Dude that rhyme you just spit is so dead
Look like a snowman build on yo head
Slice my cut, straight to the arm
Im gold as hell boy you know who i are
Because those raps are nothing but ish
Homie, you think your rhymes is a hit?
I can think of anything but i ain't no shame
Tell yo dude stop wearing those fake aas chains!
Bam bih, i dont wanna fuss to spit fire
My bars so fire and you look like a vampire
Trapped on this beat! Like this my street
All my fudging homies that Im taking the heat!
But dude, cmon, lets do this onstage
It's all good cause I'm still (blank) girl at yo age
I mean, shout out to my dude Zay Pro
He and i rappers, nah man you slow
Dang im going hard like my boy youn |
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| | there is no bad thing in it right? |
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| | my name is D3n1s2k
you dont even know my name
but its ok
cause im going to text your aunt, sister, and mom
because theys no shame in my name
roses are red
the summers for white tees
i know the world is coming to an end
if i got to pay ten cash for a bacon egg and cheese
the toughts in my head
are screaming
respectfully, respectfully, respectfully
yes i said it three times
this poem better go to the news
im talking the new york times
f*** is you talking about
respect the name |
| | OK nice to meet you D3n1s2k
Of course we don't know it because your new
Gladly its just okay
Okay text my parents I don't care
Oh good they're okay with your name
Not all roses are red
No white tees should have wear a black tees
Yes world is coming to end it said in the news paper
Yes bacon,egg and cheese is now very expensive
Yes the thought of your mind
is just screaming that my friend is very annoying
respectfull,respectfull,respectfull
yes your right you said it three times
yes your poem better be on the news
your talking in the new york time
f*** is what were talking about
Yes we respect your name |
| | Your a bad rapper
lookin like a slacker
Don't be offended
these raps are splended
No money,
thats why he thinks hes funny,
Don't hoppin' around like a big bunny,
Yo moms a dummy.
I ate jamal,
his nose is now running,
Is that all ya got, or are these raps just hot? |
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| | hey, i can create a rap for ya kinske |
| | Yo dawg let's bleep in the house
You look like a old musty couch
Yo dad gone looking for some milk?
I wait I forgot he's in my moms silk
Y'all are some 'good' rappers
Y'all such cappers
Get on your knees
And bow for me
Give me some sloppy
You big mouth poppy
Oh yea I'm your daddy
And I gotta big fatty
Go get some help
Because girl your raps just sound likes welps
DADDY SILK |
| | go for the gold not for the money
yea you ain't funny them raps look funky
trying hittin me
then see what i turn out to be
you look like a monster from scooby-doo
girl ew
yall stay slackin
none of yall are good at rappin
give up because i'm the best
my raps put y'all on bed rest
alright i'm out
see yall out and about
DADDY SILK |
| | some of y'all not be knowin my name
but brotha i have way more game
you be stalking me like crazy
and some of y'all just brazy
no one like a snitch
some of y'all gonna end up in a ditch
your body shaped like a banana
but your not as good at singing as hannah montana |
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| | Ayo i got homies to my right
Homies to my left
People be correcting
But i be stiffen my neck
Like bruh
Do i look like Azzyland to you
I got a real set
People gonna regret
They don’t know im a threat
Your face be dripping with sweat
When they see me they fret
Putin out my cigarette
Cuz ay
Ay
Got Nikes And Diors
Dolce…...Gabana
Sipping an ice latte
While clubbing in Atlanta
Find me in Georgia, Savannah
Anywhere in Indiana
See me with my drip
Partying in ma crib
MIC DROP |
| | Sorry but there is a certain beat to it |
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| | Danking saying you da best,
Your a pest like a the rest
My hot fire is too much
fall back, tear you down on a car tow
Into next tomorrow
shoot you with my arrow
Please don't even start with that king nonsense
Don't you get the memmo? is this Elmo?!
think you'da best, I see you with all dem diomands and Gold.
All them Diomands and Gold are Fake!
Look at me not even trying, chillin' with my coke, don't choke
My bars are so high, Your raps bring me to a lluloby,
Choke some more, Your throat is all dry
I don't know Why you still even wanna try
Just die
You speak doodoo
like poo
I thought this was Freestyle? Not a preach from the 02(1702),
Boy you ain't got no clones
I'll use my jutsu, My raps are gonna sew you
My tricks decieve you they fool you
Hmm, seems your still chokin', Your pills ain't workin',
No wonder it rains, Your bars are too low
Every thunder shock I'm comin' for you
Rain, I'm the next little wayne
Let me take you on my rap train
Couldn't even wash your own two shoes
Think |
| | Danking saying you da best,
Your a pest like a the rest
My hot fire is too much
fall back, tear you down on a car tow
Into next tomorrow
shoot you with my arrow
Please don't even start with that king nonsense
Don't you get the memmo? is this Elmo?!
think you'da best, I see you with all dem diomands and Gold.
All them Diomands and Gold are Fake!
Look at me not even trying, chillin' with my coke, don't choke
My bars are so high, Your raps bring me to a lluloby,
Choke some more, Your throat is all dry
I don't know Why you still even wanna try
Just die
You speak doodoo
like poo
I thought this was Freestyle? Not a preach from the 02(1702),
Boy you ain't got no clones
I'll use my jutsu, My raps are gonna sew you
My tricks decieve you they fool you
Hmm, seems your still chokin', Your pills ain't workin',
No wonder it rains, Your bars are too low
Every thunder shock I'm comin' for you
Rain, I'm the next little wayne
Let me take you on my rap train
Couldn't even wash your own two shoes
Think |
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