Hold up, wait a minute. End of the night, I'm gettin' in it. Possibility is infinite, if you just let me hit it. Im'ma hit it from the back, at least 2-3 times. Im'ma hit her with that boom boom skeet BYE BYE! Im'ma give it to her, lil' slicker, give her jitters, I'm sicker, go 'n inquisite why ya man is bitter. Oh, lemme think for a second. Maybe it's 'cause everything I touch, I wreck it. Or maybe it's because ya bitch heeds my beckon. Or maybe it's because I go HAM, do you reckon? Uh, and these suckas dread it, murdering the game, yea, I take full credit. If I was on the beat, then you know I went in. If I was with ya bitch, then I got my head in, HA!
Marvin Gaye, set the mood. Chardonnay, she's gettin' loose. Spread them legs, divide by two. Comfy little bed, add me and you. Doin' things she cannot say, doin' the unspeakable. Said she'll teach a thing or two, but baby, I'm unteachable. Educate the dick, givin' brain that is unreachable. Bad bitches tryna top her, homie, that's unfeasible. Baby, I been peepin' you, maybe I'll be keepin' you. That pussy so damn good, I'm havin' seconds when the sun peeps through, YEA!
Now baby, it's been fun. But it's time to hit the do' and run. After all, you just a fling after it is all said and done. Although, you was the one, best pussy that I ever had. Call it animal abuse, I'm beatin' up the pussy cat. Daddy, yea, she calls me that, I am her parental. Yea, she ride the dick so smooth, just like I ride on instrumentals. Now we both have settled, and I think it's time to end the show. Ever want an encore, ayo baby, you just let me know, like...
*Chris Hanson enters*
TUPAC IS DEAD/THE LEGEND IS GONE/THEY SAYIN TUPAC'S BACK?/DEM NIGGAS WRONG
Probably won't be done 'til next week, 'cause my Cousin is gonna hop on it with me, but I wrote my verse for it, it's to Grove St. Party, so here's the lyrics:
Bitch, I am the boss, you all some muhfuckin' assistants. Y'all so damn irrelevant, you might as well be nonexistent. Murdering the game, yea, I'm on death row. Get to know the name, I am Episode. 95, I'm televised, all you viewers should realize, I'm never gon' be cancelled, number uno TV show. E 9 5, Yea, I'm in this bitch. Class is in session, schoolin' all you kids, trick. Ballin' so hard, try to hit this pitch. All you motherfuckin' haters, come and suck on this dick. Like, honestly, I'm predominant, one of a kind, uncommon, destroy the octagon, because I'm never gon' be stoppin', like... The bombs are steady droppin'. Them chickenheads is flockin'. Yo, I think it's corn I'm croppin'. 'Cause all my Music is poppin', yo...
Take my tip out of your mouth. You're just trying to hold me back hater, keep fueling the fires of my success. I'm getting paid, get off your fat ass and make something of yourself, then talk shit. Till then, u just jelly.
Take my tip out of your mouth. You're just trying to hold me back hater, keep fueling the fires of my success. I'm getting paid, get off your fat ass and make something of yourself, then talk shit. Till then, u just jelly.
Typical metalhead response. Ignorant piece of shit.
TUPAC IS DEAD/THE LEGEND IS GONE/THEY SAYIN TUPAC'S BACK?/DEM NIGGAS WRONG
Bitch, I am the boss, you all some muhfuckin' assistants. Y'all so damn irrelevant, you might as well be nonexistent....
then why address them/us?
Murdering the game, yea, I'm on death row....
murdering the game makes absolutely no sense. even in the context you think it does
Get to know the name, I am Episode. 95, I'm televised, all you viewers should realize, I'm never gon' be cancelled, number uno TV show. E 9 5, Yea, I'm in this bitch.....
you should tell the audience your youtube channel
Class is in session, schoolin' all you kids, trick Ballin' so hard, try to hit this pitch.......
um, ok. i'm never sure who you're talking to or about, but everybody knows you're a little kid that lives with his mom, so talking about schoolin' "kids" and "ballin'" is ridiculous. i guess if we didn't know you it might fly, but...it's still some fake shit to spit.
then this...
All you motherfuckin' haters, come and suck on this dick...
is followed by this...
Like, honestly, I'm predominant, one of a kind, uncommon, destroy the octagon, because I'm never gon' be stoppin', like......
then back to this...
The bombs are steady droppin'. Them chickenheads is flockin'. Yo, I think it's corn I'm croppin'. 'Cause all my Music is poppin', yo...
you can't be that original if you're just going through the motions. talkin' about "haters" and "chickenheads" is about as cookie-cutter as rap can get nowadays. if you're going to talk about how original you are, you need to prove it. you're still just regurgitating. and...where is the story? what the fuck are you talking about? it's okay if you're just talking shit as long as your rhymes are funny and/or entertaining. this isn't really either. it just looks like some bullshit i would've scribbled in a loose leaf back in school...then forgot about.
WakeOfAshesPosts: 21,665destroyer of motherfuckers
lol @ Satan. Excellent appraisal of his latest effort.
You know what is funny Erik - I actually think you got some talent. When you are rapping (if I dont pay attention to the lyrics) you sound a lot like Eminem. And Em is the greatest white rapper to ever make it big time, and he is also someone that I personally dont think is easy to copy or others already would. In general, white rappers come off fake and lame... Em doesnt. he comes of real, legit, and has mad flow. So what do you have in common with him? You've got good tone, good flow, and the flow doesnt come off as white rapper corny. Your problem is your lyrical content and not keeping it real. Just as Satan clearly spelled it out for you.... You arent real with your rhymes. change that, and I bet you will get big.
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Hold up, wait a minute.
End of the night, I'm gettin' in it.
Possibility is infinite, if you just let me hit it.
Im'ma hit it from the back, at least 2-3 times.
Im'ma hit her with that boom boom skeet BYE BYE!
Im'ma give it to her, lil' slicker, give her jitters, I'm sicker, go 'n inquisite why ya man is bitter.
Oh, lemme think for a second.
Maybe it's 'cause everything I touch, I wreck it.
Or maybe it's because ya bitch heeds my beckon.
Or maybe it's because I go HAM, do you reckon?
Uh, and these suckas dread it, murdering the game, yea, I take full credit.
If I was on the beat, then you know I went in.
If I was with ya bitch, then I got my head in, HA!
Marvin Gaye, set the mood.
Chardonnay, she's gettin' loose.
Spread them legs, divide by two.
Comfy little bed, add me and you.
Doin' things she cannot say, doin' the unspeakable.
Said she'll teach a thing or two, but baby, I'm unteachable.
Educate the dick, givin' brain that is unreachable.
Bad bitches tryna top her, homie, that's unfeasible.
Baby, I been peepin' you, maybe I'll be keepin' you.
That pussy so damn good, I'm havin' seconds when the sun peeps through, YEA!
Now baby, it's been fun.
But it's time to hit the do' and run.
After all, you just a fling after it is all said and done.
Although, you was the one, best pussy that I ever had.
Call it animal abuse, I'm beatin' up the pussy cat.
Daddy, yea, she calls me that, I am her parental.
Yea, she ride the dick so smooth, just like I ride on instrumentals.
Now we both have settled, and I think it's time to end the show.
Ever want an encore, ayo baby, you just let me know, like...
*Chris Hanson enters*
Bitch, I am the boss, you all some muhfuckin' assistants.
Y'all so damn irrelevant, you might as well be nonexistent.
Murdering the game, yea, I'm on death row.
Get to know the name, I am Episode.
95, I'm televised, all you viewers should realize, I'm never gon' be cancelled, number uno TV show.
E 9 5, Yea, I'm in this bitch.
Class is in session, schoolin' all you kids, trick.
Ballin' so hard, try to hit this pitch.
All you motherfuckin' haters, come and suck on this dick.
Like, honestly, I'm predominant, one of a kind, uncommon, destroy the octagon, because I'm never gon' be stoppin', like...
The bombs are steady droppin'.
Them chickenheads is flockin'.
Yo, I think it's corn I'm croppin'.
'Cause all my Music is poppin', yo...
then this... is followed by this... then back to this... you can't be that original if you're just going through the motions. talkin' about "haters" and "chickenheads" is about as cookie-cutter as rap can get nowadays. if you're going to talk about how original you are, you need to prove it. you're still just regurgitating. and...where is the story? what the fuck are you talking about? it's okay if you're just talking shit as long as your rhymes are funny and/or entertaining. this isn't really either. it just looks like some bullshit i would've scribbled in a loose leaf back in school...then forgot about.
try harder.
inb4suckmydickoldfatass
You know what is funny Erik - I actually think you got some talent. When you are rapping (if I dont pay attention to the lyrics) you sound a lot like Eminem. And Em is the greatest white rapper to ever make it big time, and he is also someone that I personally dont think is easy to copy or others already would. In general, white rappers come off fake and lame... Em doesnt. he comes of real, legit, and has mad flow. So what do you have in common with him? You've got good tone, good flow, and the flow doesnt come off as white rapper corny. Your problem is your lyrical content and not keeping it real. Just as Satan clearly spelled it out for you.... You arent real with your rhymes. change that, and I bet you will get big.
And I am real with my lyrics, but whatever.