WakeOfAshesPosts: 21,665destroyer of motherfuckers
Comments inline with the rap
I stay flyer than that Indo. - No... you are not flyer then weed.
Finish what I started, so you know I'm never jumpin' ship, yo. - lol. I give it a year with shitty lyrics like this. you'll move on.
I stay spittin' that hot shit, yo. - Just not in this song yo?
Ass on fire. - hemorrhoids huh?
Yes, I am a human lighter, think you higher, yous a liar. - lol wat?
Oh, I am a monster, Monsters Inc., incredible. - ahhhh... I get it, going for the Disney angle?
Perfect, and I'm fascinating, if you gon' get technical. - Nope. not at all, expecially evident in this generic boring song.
Kill this track, - I'd love to. it's awful.
inevitable, will not change, ineditable, - I actually could edit this rap. Even this sentence is using a word that isnt a word.
ya bitch said that she wants me, - lol. no. you're a 15 year old poser. not her type.
Yea, I'm a filthy mouthed asshole. - I've seen worse.
Tell me how much you hate me, 'cause I could take that any day. - I dont hate you. just think the majority of your shitty "look how great I am" raps suck.
That's why these suckas hate me, now I just expect it. - No. they hate you because of lame raps lik ethis.
Maybe they're just jealous 'cause my flow is kinda hectic. - lol. nope, not it.
Episode's the name, better learn how to respect it. - respect is earned... and raps like this will provide none.
I am the best in this game, M.V.P. - The MVP of making shitty raps like this one, maybe.
My name up in the headlines, you will see. - lol. yeah... give me a shout out on mtv fag. haha
They all wanna see me fail, well, that's a word I never heard of.- nah... people just want you to stop making shitty raps like this one and make raps that are more real.
"He's a White Boy, he can't even rap anyways." - true. so true.
I recently told Erik he had some great shit posted up here...I forget the titles, but it was fuckin solid....The Nyan cat rap was great as well...But I say "hey this one was pretty stinky" and he turns into Asshurtero...
I just be like heyyy. Haters, what you gotta say? Yo, I'm grindin' 'til I'm dyin', and that's every single day. Get out the wayyy. If you tryna hold me back. Ay, I'm goin' all the way 'til I got stacks on stacks on stacks. Like nayyy, no, you never gonna cancel me. I'm headin' for the endzone, try your best to come and tackle me.
Name is Episode, how 'bout you? Man, I does what I does, and I do what I do. And you wish that you could spit just like I spew. And the people that I trust, are very few. Matter fact, it's just one, me, me, ME. I'm a cracka witta attitude, Eazy E. And I'm colder than Ice Cube, watch me freeze. Dope as Chronic like Dre, but drop the E. Bitch, I'm a doctor, and none of y'all sick. You do NOT go H.A.M., Man, none of y'all pigs. I'm a mothafuckin' teacher, sit down kids. And take a mothafuckin' lesson from the lyrics I scrib. Like, kick a squib, kick it off, touchdown pass, I pick it off. There's ya chance right out the window, buried, R.I.P., ya lost. At every possible cost, I'll take the number one spot. I go harder than jawbreakers, y'all suckas soft as gumdrops. This is where ya fun stops, call me Buzz Killington. My fun is just beginnin', fuck ya bitch, Cunt Fillington.
(Repeat Hook.)
Oh, I suck? Fill me in. Entertain me for a minute. Music is my job, so all that hate will never make me quit it. Now I got faggots on my dick, droppin' diss tracks. But you ain't important, you don't even get a whole Rap. You just get a few bars, ya chance to win is too far. I am on my level, and you will never be on par. Fuck with me, V-Card, slow your role, retard. Ya hate is like a limp dick, you will never be hard. Say my Dad don't care about me, yes, that's true. He's an alcoholic asshole who drank one too many brews. So what dirt you really got on me? Homie, ya Daddy's dead. And my dick is in his dead mouth, necrophilic head. Like, go the fuck to bed, and, cry yourself to sleep. Like ya Daddy, sleep eternally, without a fuckin' peep. Yo, the shit you in is deep, ya own foot is in ya rectum hole. Here's a life lesson, ayo, do not fuck with Episode.
Comments
I wonder if the legions of fans would be turned off by the fact that you're talking about a forum
Glad they're blocked.
*waits for it*
+3 internets to whoever shoops his costume lol.
Lyrics:
(Hook:)
I just be like heyyy.
Haters, what you gotta say?
Yo, I'm grindin' 'til I'm dyin', and that's every single day.
Get out the wayyy.
If you tryna hold me back.
Ay, I'm goin' all the way 'til I got stacks on stacks on stacks.
Like nayyy, no, you never gonna cancel me.
I'm headin' for the endzone, try your best to come and tackle me.
Name is Episode, how 'bout you?
Man, I does what I does, and I do what I do.
And you wish that you could spit just like I spew.
And the people that I trust, are very few.
Matter fact, it's just one, me, me, ME.
I'm a cracka witta attitude, Eazy E.
And I'm colder than Ice Cube, watch me freeze.
Dope as Chronic like Dre, but drop the E.
Bitch, I'm a doctor, and none of y'all sick.
You do NOT go H.A.M., Man, none of y'all pigs.
I'm a mothafuckin' teacher, sit down kids.
And take a mothafuckin' lesson from the lyrics I scrib.
Like, kick a squib, kick it off, touchdown pass, I pick it off.
There's ya chance right out the window, buried, R.I.P., ya lost.
At every possible cost, I'll take the number one spot.
I go harder than jawbreakers, y'all suckas soft as gumdrops.
This is where ya fun stops, call me Buzz Killington.
My fun is just beginnin', fuck ya bitch, Cunt Fillington.
(Repeat Hook.)
Oh, I suck?
Fill me in.
Entertain me for a minute.
Music is my job, so all that hate will never make me quit it.
Now I got faggots on my dick, droppin' diss tracks.
But you ain't important, you don't even get a whole Rap.
You just get a few bars, ya chance to win is too far.
I am on my level, and you will never be on par.
Fuck with me, V-Card, slow your role, retard.
Ya hate is like a limp dick, you will never be hard.
Say my Dad don't care about me, yes, that's true.
He's an alcoholic asshole who drank one too many brews.
So what dirt you really got on me? Homie, ya Daddy's dead.
And my dick is in his dead mouth, necrophilic head.
Like, go the fuck to bed, and, cry yourself to sleep.
Like ya Daddy, sleep eternally, without a fuckin' peep.
Yo, the shit you in is deep, ya own foot is in ya rectum hole.
Here's a life lesson, ayo, do not fuck with Episode.
(Repeat Hook.)
*waits for Brian's response diss track*