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Rhymin Wordz Freestyle Lyrics - текст песни



Rhymin' Wordz Freestyle Lyrics


First word, excrement


Exclimate, is that what you said?


My next defense, against these extra men


Who try to step to me and wanna have sex again


(Vaseline)


You little sickass, I’ll spray em with gasoline


They try to jack me off with Vaseline


My ass is mean, I smash your spleen


When I crash the scene


(Cell phone)


With a cell phone, now who the hell is home?


Y’all can’t tell Paul how to throw me words


(Animal crackers)


Cause animal crackers is what I do when I eat MC’s like a cannibal backwards


Ha ha, I got it, that’s not it


Fake rappers been spotted


(Broken headphones)


Like broken headphones, you head home, you sped home


You get your head blown, rappers try to step, they speak in the dead tones


So I ain’t trying to hear them, give me another, word for your mother


(Stretch Armstrong)


Stretch Armstrong, my brother, coming with rhymes every time that I be drumming


Running with this shit when I kick a bitch in the stomach


And star wars, this car’s a Taurus


Yo, how many bars we hit tonight, cause I’m drunk off


(Peanut butter)


Off peanut butter, you see my dick and you start to stutter


Start to utter, words that you shouldn’t utter


(Mark Whalberg)


Cause Mark Whalberg is a small turd, and I’ma step on him like dogshit


A fore fist, so rappers just get off it, I come across with


(Pulp fiction)


With pulp fiction, yo I’ll eat you like a big gulp addiction


Like slurpees, got herpes, got a hair piece, rest my anises(?)


Got brain damage, I’m dumber than rain man is


There’s mayonnaise on this, I need a plain sandwich


Hurry up, give me one, rappers try to step to this static they wanna give me none


(Fresh vegetables)


With fresh vegetables, my testicles are hanging off to the left of you


You’re bisexual, and there’s a guy next to you, standing, rappers know that I


be-


(Preparation H)


Preparation H, you didn’t even let me finish my rhyme


Just shut up for one more time, while I just shine, on this


Microphone, cause I’ma be honest, any MC who tries to step to this


I’m making you a promise, that what? Give me a word


(Nostradamus)


That Nostradamus is blowing up your house, killing your foster mammas


And coming back to get your parents, well I have it


These rhymes are fourteen karat, solid gold


Rappers step to me, you get your wallet stole


(Times Square)


In Times Square, I got blonde hair, I’m higher than con air


Rappers don’t want to see me, I’ll butt fuck Goldie Hawn bare


In a lawn chair, cause I’m there


(Kurt Russell)


With Kurt Russell, saying “come here Goldie, you want my love muscle?”


I know you want it, I get blunted, then I


Kick these, freestyles just like whipped knees


(Taxicab)


With a taxicab, I’ll smack a bitch with a maxi pad


Where we going? Don’t ask me dad


Leave me alone, I’m not trying, to even hear you


Dad, I hope you’re fucking dying, off this porno mag


Yo, did you see my ad? Yo, wait a minute, did you see my ass?


Is what I meant to say, I meant to say a rhyme that goes this way is elementary


For the century, Slim Shady’s is gonna be the illest


(Flamingos)


What? Flamingos? My mother goes out and plays bingo


Every single day, at the bingo hall, that’s why my dick is single, small


Didn’t blow up, just don’t give a what? A cuff?


Didn’t blow up, just don’t give a what? A cuff?


(DT’s fired)


But DT’s fired, he’s retired, he’s not hired, yo plus I’m tired


Of busting and spitting this rhyme nonstop, I’m on top


Taking records to the pawnshop, stretch


Damn, see my big ick? Catch


Put a D in front of it, rappers don’t want none of it


Coming with a ton of shit to spill, Slim Shady out, I get ill with the skill


Baby, aight baby, Slim Shady


Kick eighty million rhymes, till I’m older than Grady


Spilled gravy, all over my damn navy blue avi


Bye bye



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