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If these two were to ask you to rap in the studio, what would you say?
Post your rap lyrics here on the Farms and judge it on a scale of 1 to 10. - Let’s have some fun rapping about nothing.
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If these two were to ask you to rap in the studio, what would you say?
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[unintelligible mumbling]
yea nigga
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yea nigga
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Niggas don't hate me
Niggas don't play me
Niggas don't be me
Niggas don't see me
What the fuck would you want with me?
I'd rather give an abortion near section C
Or maybe even pay a late book fee
Niggas don't got nothing to mess around
You see a bunch niggas abound...in school
That shit ain't cool
Niggas playing pool
I'd rather fuck myself than be a fool
Niggas don't play me
Niggas don't be me
Niggas don't see me
What the fuck would you want with me?
I'd rather give an abortion near section C
Or maybe even pay a late book fee
Niggas don't got nothing to mess around
You see a bunch niggas abound...in school
That shit ain't cool
Niggas playing pool
I'd rather fuck myself than be a fool
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Now, this is a story all about how
My life got flipped-turned upside down
And I'd like to take a minute
Just sit right there
I'll tell you how I became the prince of a town called Bel Air
In west Philadelphia born and raised
On the playground was where I spent most of my days
Chillin' out maxin' relaxin' all cool
And all shootin some b-ball outside of the school
When a couple of guys who were up to no good
Started making trouble in my neighborhood
I got in one little fight and my mom got scared
She said 'You're movin' with your auntie and uncle in Bel Air'
I begged and pleaded with her day after day
But she packed my suit case and sent me on my way
She gave me a kiss and then she gave me my ticket.
I put my Walkman on and said, 'I might as well kick it'.
First class, yo this is bad
Drinking orange juice out of a champagne glass.
Is this what the people of Bel-Air living like?
Hmm this might be alright.
But wait I hear they're prissy, bourgeois, all that
Is this the type of place that they just send this cool cat?
I don't think so
I'll see when I get there
I hope they're prepared for the prince of Bel-Air
Well, the plane landed and when I came out
There was a dude who looked like a cop standing there with my name out
I ain't trying to get arrested yet
I just got here
I sprang with the quickness like lightning, disappeared
I whistled for a cab and when it came near
The license plate said fresh and it had dice in the mirror
If anything I could say that this cab was rare
But I thought 'Nah, forget it' - 'Yo, homes to Bel Air'
I pulled up to the house about seven or eigth
And I yelled to the cabbie 'Yo homes smell ya later'
I looked at my kingdom
I was finally there
To sit on my throne as the Prince of Bel Air
My life got flipped-turned upside down
And I'd like to take a minute
Just sit right there
I'll tell you how I became the prince of a town called Bel Air
In west Philadelphia born and raised
On the playground was where I spent most of my days
Chillin' out maxin' relaxin' all cool
And all shootin some b-ball outside of the school
When a couple of guys who were up to no good
Started making trouble in my neighborhood
I got in one little fight and my mom got scared
She said 'You're movin' with your auntie and uncle in Bel Air'
I begged and pleaded with her day after day
But she packed my suit case and sent me on my way
She gave me a kiss and then she gave me my ticket.
I put my Walkman on and said, 'I might as well kick it'.
First class, yo this is bad
Drinking orange juice out of a champagne glass.
Is this what the people of Bel-Air living like?
Hmm this might be alright.
But wait I hear they're prissy, bourgeois, all that
Is this the type of place that they just send this cool cat?
I don't think so
I'll see when I get there
I hope they're prepared for the prince of Bel-Air
Well, the plane landed and when I came out
There was a dude who looked like a cop standing there with my name out
I ain't trying to get arrested yet
I just got here
I sprang with the quickness like lightning, disappeared
I whistled for a cab and when it came near
The license plate said fresh and it had dice in the mirror
If anything I could say that this cab was rare
But I thought 'Nah, forget it' - 'Yo, homes to Bel Air'
I pulled up to the house about seven or eigth
And I yelled to the cabbie 'Yo homes smell ya later'
I looked at my kingdom
I was finally there
To sit on my throne as the Prince of Bel Air
SigSauer
kiwifarms.net
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bitch I’m sticking 5 cocks in my ass 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 cocks gonna blast cock throbbin at last hot cocks gonna smash big cocks in my ass fuck fast gonna smash thick niggaz cuz they fucking on my dick, suckin on my dick and cuz I suck male penis and I rape male ass, niggas used to my cock as a hot fucking option niggas always on my dick
murgatroid
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NIGGER NIGGER KILL COPS, RAPE, MURDER NIGGER NIGGER MY GIRL IS A HOOKER WHORE AND I'M HER PIMP NIGGER NIGGER DRUGS, GUNS AND GANG WARFARE NIGGER NIGGER
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Ok, let me see what I can come up with. OC, do not steal.
Staring down at my blank paper
Tryin' to spit on this stupid paper
Can't think of shit that rhymes with paper
Maybe I'll ask my bitch; nah, I'll just
Switch the rhyme scheme to something easier
Try to get the flow going with...
FUCK
Staring down at my blank paper
Tryin' to spit on this stupid paper
Can't think of shit that rhymes with paper
Maybe I'll ask my bitch; nah, I'll just
Switch the rhyme scheme to something easier
Try to get the flow going with...
FUCK
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...I've got my painful/
erection/
Balls deep/
In a fat girl's yeast infection...
erection/
Balls deep/
In a fat girl's yeast infection...
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- May 11, 2018
You are naughty (x5)
Living on the edge
Not sure who to blame
Every night passes
Still not sure who I am.
Feeling inadequate
Every Friday night laying on bed
NOT SURE WHAT I WANT
All these voices at the top of my head.
YOU ARE NAUGHTY (x5)
I just want somewhere to belong
Somewhere I could call home
Im supposed to already have it
Why the fuck does it feel wrong
I JUST CANT HELP IT ANYMORE MUM!
Trying to drown the silence with my headphones
Im not even sure I do feel alone.
I just lay in my bed...
And I float.
YOU ARE NAUGHTY (x5)
SHUT UP!
I just want to sleep.
But something in the shadows stalks me
It always creeps.
The fading lights of the streets are my stars
I know I can reach them
I will touch the sky
Even if I reach the bottom I will become a God.
The flesh screams a familiar tune
The sunrise is near
The scars on my thighs almost make sense
Just like runs
They are here, knocking the door
Guess I will confront it
And face the nuns.
I guess I will make it
Freedom is a mental state
In my head I can have a beautiful face and perfect hair.
Curves on the right places
And not three years of my life I cant forget.
I will be remembered
Become a legend.
Even if its written with my own blood.
Living on the edge
Not sure who to blame
Every night passes
Still not sure who I am.
Feeling inadequate
Every Friday night laying on bed
NOT SURE WHAT I WANT
All these voices at the top of my head.
YOU ARE NAUGHTY (x5)
I just want somewhere to belong
Somewhere I could call home
Im supposed to already have it
Why the fuck does it feel wrong
I JUST CANT HELP IT ANYMORE MUM!
Trying to drown the silence with my headphones
Im not even sure I do feel alone.
I just lay in my bed...
And I float.
YOU ARE NAUGHTY (x5)
SHUT UP!
I just want to sleep.
But something in the shadows stalks me
It always creeps.
The fading lights of the streets are my stars
I know I can reach them
I will touch the sky
Even if I reach the bottom I will become a God.
The flesh screams a familiar tune
The sunrise is near
The scars on my thighs almost make sense
Just like runs
They are here, knocking the door
Guess I will confront it
And face the nuns.
I guess I will make it
Freedom is a mental state
In my head I can have a beautiful face and perfect hair.
Curves on the right places
And not three years of my life I cant forget.
I will be remembered
Become a legend.
Even if its written with my own blood.
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.... yeah
'cept snitches only siphonsuck
fat stacks of moldy mule shit
thru straws stuck up dicks wet
from the slick snickety snick from your best friend's blade thru the neck.
Ain't your cause to find my flaws, bitch
Sends the blame to rest on you, switch
Spites your tongue just to fuck my integrity
Cunts only know my dick, they don't know the rest of me.
...
'cept snitches only siphonsuck
fat stacks of moldy mule shit
thru straws stuck up dicks wet
from the slick snickety snick from your best friend's blade thru the neck.
Ain't your cause to find my flaws, bitch
Sends the blame to rest on you, switch
Spites your tongue just to fuck my integrity
Cunts only know my dick, they don't know the rest of me.
...
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- Sep 26, 2019
I'm a coomer consoomer
My parents are boomers
Errday I simp for Laura Loomer
But when they buy Amiibos
My mouth gapes
And I scream "Here we gooooo"
Holdin' it up for the world to see
Errbody all gazing at me
When they laugh, I know they ain't havin' fun
I'm so happy with me and my wife's son
Jamal servin' my babe while I'm studying the blade
Let's call a spade a spade, my bitch gettin' laid
And I'm having the time of my life
They never get the hype
That's why they call me @Sir Wesley Tailpipe
My parents are boomers
Errday I simp for Laura Loomer
But when they buy Amiibos
My mouth gapes
And I scream "Here we gooooo"
Holdin' it up for the world to see
Errbody all gazing at me
When they laugh, I know they ain't havin' fun
I'm so happy with me and my wife's son
Jamal servin' my babe while I'm studying the blade
Let's call a spade a spade, my bitch gettin' laid
And I'm having the time of my life
They never get the hype
That's why they call me @Sir Wesley Tailpipe
- Joined
- Dec 10, 2018
His palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy
There's vomit on his sweater already, mom's spaghetti
He's nervous, but on the surface he looks calm and ready
To drop bombs, but he keeps on forgettin'
What he wrote down, the whole crowd goes so loud
He opens his mouth, but the words won't come out
He's chokin', how, everybody's jokin' now
The clocks run out, times up, over, blaow!
Snap back to reality, oh there goes gravity
There's vomit on his sweater already, mom's spaghetti
He's nervous, but on the surface he looks calm and ready
To drop bombs, but he keeps on forgettin'
What he wrote down, the whole crowd goes so loud
He opens his mouth, but the words won't come out
He's chokin', how, everybody's jokin' now
The clocks run out, times up, over, blaow!
Snap back to reality, oh there goes gravity
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No one has done the classic have they
Nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga
I'm one-hundred-percent nigga
Nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga
I'm two-hundred-percent nigga
Nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga
Why do police hate niggas?
Nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga
They hate us 'cause our dick's is bigga
Nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga
Why you call yourself a nigga?
Nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga
'Cause I'm a motherfucking nigga
Nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga
Why you drink so much beer?
Nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga
I dont drink beer; I drink malt liquor
Unironically this is one of my favorite songs, if you're black you can't be blamed for listening to it but you can make you're friends/coworkers/strangers/classmates/people with their windows down in traffic very uncomfortable by asking them why they won't sing along. For some people you can almost see the smoke come out of their ears as they try to figure out what they can sing along with and whether or not it's offensive.
Nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga
I'm one-hundred-percent nigga
Nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga
I'm two-hundred-percent nigga
Nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga
Why do police hate niggas?
Nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga
They hate us 'cause our dick's is bigga
Nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga
Why you call yourself a nigga?
Nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga
'Cause I'm a motherfucking nigga
Nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga
Why you drink so much beer?
Nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga
I dont drink beer; I drink malt liquor
Unironically this is one of my favorite songs, if you're black you can't be blamed for listening to it but you can make you're friends/coworkers/strangers/classmates/people with their windows down in traffic very uncomfortable by asking them why they won't sing along. For some people you can almost see the smoke come out of their ears as they try to figure out what they can sing along with and whether or not it's offensive.
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- Feb 13, 2018
Well, I wrote this song for the Christian youth
I wanna teach kids the Christian truth
If you wanna reach those kids on the street
Then you gotta do a rap to a hip-hop beat
So I gave my sermon an urban kick
My rhymes are fly, my beats are sick
My crew is big and it keeps getting bigger
That's 'cause Jesus Christ is my nigga
Woo!
He's a life-changer, miracle arranger
Born to the virgin mom in a manger
Water to wine, he's a drink exchanger
And he died for your sins
I preach the word, that's my gig
And I rhyme better than Notorious B.I.G
All the other MCs, I wish them well
But if you live in sin, you burn in hell
Now I'ma pass the mic to my lovely wife
She's a fly MC and the light of my life
So to bust a rhyme without further ado
Take it away, Mary Sue!
Jesus Christ is my nigga
He's the son of the original G
And he was sent to Earth to elucidate the way that we should be (What?)
Like if another MC says, "You're a freak!
You're a lame-butt rapper and your rhymes are weak!"
I don't get mad and I don't critique
I forgive him, and turn the other cheek
I don't blaspheme and I don't brag
I don't cuss, and my pants don't sag
I do exude a little Christian swag
And I'm proud to be an American!
Jesus Christ is our nigga
Let his light shine through ya!
Let his love pop a cap in your butt and say hallelujah
Jesus Christ is our nigga
He's a homie MC, JC, you see
He's an honest, caring, peace-loving nigga like me
If you do drugs and you think you're cool
You need to come to Sunday school!
Put those drugs in a garbage can
Stand up tall, you're a Christian man!
Word up!
I'm freestyling!
Hit me!
I wanna teach kids the Christian truth
If you wanna reach those kids on the street
Then you gotta do a rap to a hip-hop beat
So I gave my sermon an urban kick
My rhymes are fly, my beats are sick
My crew is big and it keeps getting bigger
That's 'cause Jesus Christ is my nigga
Woo!
He's a life-changer, miracle arranger
Born to the virgin mom in a manger
Water to wine, he's a drink exchanger
And he died for your sins
I preach the word, that's my gig
And I rhyme better than Notorious B.I.G
All the other MCs, I wish them well
But if you live in sin, you burn in hell
Now I'ma pass the mic to my lovely wife
She's a fly MC and the light of my life
So to bust a rhyme without further ado
Take it away, Mary Sue!
Jesus Christ is my nigga
He's the son of the original G
And he was sent to Earth to elucidate the way that we should be (What?)
Like if another MC says, "You're a freak!
You're a lame-butt rapper and your rhymes are weak!"
I don't get mad and I don't critique
I forgive him, and turn the other cheek
I don't blaspheme and I don't brag
I don't cuss, and my pants don't sag
I do exude a little Christian swag
And I'm proud to be an American!
Jesus Christ is our nigga
Let his light shine through ya!
Let his love pop a cap in your butt and say hallelujah
Jesus Christ is our nigga
He's a homie MC, JC, you see
He's an honest, caring, peace-loving nigga like me
If you do drugs and you think you're cool
You need to come to Sunday school!
Put those drugs in a garbage can
Stand up tall, you're a Christian man!
Word up!
I'm freestyling!
Hit me!
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- Feb 17, 2019
Yeah they joke and they joke and they
Joke and they joke and they joking on me
(Yeah)
I been meditating don't pull any prank calls on me
(Prank calls)
Tryna reach nirvana ain't a struggle for me
(Struggle)
Don't pull up at 6am for conversions from me
(Conversions)
You know how I like it when you're praying on me
(Yeah)
I don't wanna be a prophet for them to miss me
(Yeah)
Yes I see the jokes that they're joking on me
(Hope)
Hope I got some Buddha's that can learn from me
(Yeah)
They're gonna tell a story that was different from me
Buddha's plan
Buddha's plan
I meditate sometimes I won't
(Won't)
I pray sometimes I don't
(Don't)
I meditate all over the states
(States)
Might go down as M.O.N.K
(M.O.N.K)
I go hard in the temple
(Temple)
I make sure the temple pray
(Pray)
And still
Bad jokes, it's a lot of bad jokes that they joking,
They joking, they joking, they joking, they're joking on me
They say can you bless me I tell 'em only
Partly I only bless my book and my momma I'm sorry
39.99 I got it tatted on me
Don't even bring the books to the party
And you know me
(Yeah)
Turning non-buddhists in to Buddhists
Without my pastor there'd be no me
(No me)
Imagine if I never started the hotline
(Hotline)
Buddha's plan
Buddha's plan
I do conversions on my own
(Yeah)
Someone watching this close
(Watch close)
I've been me since '15
('15)
Might go down as M.O.N.K
(M.O.N.K)
I go hard in the temple
(Temple)
I make sure that temple pray
(Pray)
And still
Bad jokes its a lot of bad jokes that they joking,
They joking, they joking, they joking, they're joking on me
Bad jokes it's a lot of bad jokes that they joking,
They joking, they joking, they joking, they're joking on me
Joke and they joke and they joking on me
(Yeah)
I been meditating don't pull any prank calls on me
(Prank calls)
Tryna reach nirvana ain't a struggle for me
(Struggle)
Don't pull up at 6am for conversions from me
(Conversions)
You know how I like it when you're praying on me
(Yeah)
I don't wanna be a prophet for them to miss me
(Yeah)
Yes I see the jokes that they're joking on me
(Hope)
Hope I got some Buddha's that can learn from me
(Yeah)
They're gonna tell a story that was different from me
Buddha's plan
Buddha's plan
I meditate sometimes I won't
(Won't)
I pray sometimes I don't
(Don't)
I meditate all over the states
(States)
Might go down as M.O.N.K
(M.O.N.K)
I go hard in the temple
(Temple)
I make sure the temple pray
(Pray)
And still
Bad jokes, it's a lot of bad jokes that they joking,
They joking, they joking, they joking, they're joking on me
They say can you bless me I tell 'em only
Partly I only bless my book and my momma I'm sorry
39.99 I got it tatted on me
Don't even bring the books to the party
And you know me
(Yeah)
Turning non-buddhists in to Buddhists
Without my pastor there'd be no me
(No me)
Imagine if I never started the hotline
(Hotline)
Buddha's plan
Buddha's plan
I do conversions on my own
(Yeah)
Someone watching this close
(Watch close)
I've been me since '15
('15)
Might go down as M.O.N.K
(M.O.N.K)
I go hard in the temple
(Temple)
I make sure that temple pray
(Pray)
And still
Bad jokes its a lot of bad jokes that they joking,
They joking, they joking, they joking, they're joking on me
Bad jokes it's a lot of bad jokes that they joking,
They joking, they joking, they joking, they're joking on me