Your Favorite Rap Couplets of the Moment, You Contrarian-Ass Mutha!

I'm fascinated by the way your nipples peak at me through your blouse
Freaky me, freaky you, can't help but be aroused

You draw, better be Picasso, you know, the best
Cause if this is not so, ehhh, god bless

yup, the dog's so god damn puuurty
stones same color michael jackson after suuuurgery

I smashed up the gray one, bought me a red
Every time we hit the parking lot we turn heads

writin rhyme in the back of a black luxury toy
gettin sucked like niggas cannot fuck with me boy

and endless more from that song including:
1977, july 5th
conceived immaculately was me, my ma's gift

What's the prognosis? Oh my lord
Another head chopped by the Wu-Tang sword

I teach the truth to the youth, I say, "Hey youth!
Here's the truth, better start wearin' bullet-proof!"

I misremembered that Method Man line : (

It's:

What's the commotion? Oh my lord
Another cord chopped by the Wu-Tang sword

Honey look, I'm a monster don, I do monster things
That's why I put your ass under my arm

I'm insane by a longshot, hey
Chuckwick Bill a.k.a. Charles Lee Ray

blue and yellow jacob
gucci mane the glacier

hahaha nh at this:

I'm slidin' on the glass
Got butter on my ass

The guns is like thunder
You could get rained on depending what cloud that you under

We run streets like drunks run streetlights
We collidin' with life as we speak

Your hottest thing to me, not a thing
Every day my crib is like the bada-bing

my main chick says i burn money
cuz i, just blew five blunts worth two hunned

Stuntin on Martin Luther, feelin’ just like a King
Guess this is what he meant when he said that he had a dream

"I forgot my cheesesteak," that's what I told the cops
So they wouldn't get the dog, start searchin' for the glock

Back to the subject, something you can dance to
Swizzy is a vandal, Wizzy is a candle

i strap up with eagles
and throw bullets quick as mcnabb

this yankee
cost some ben frankies

ayo that's amazin
gun in yo mouth talk
verbal foul walk son

Verbal foul hawk.

Also, there's no son.

i always thought it was "verbal foul-off". which is obv. foul language used in competition like a bake-off.

touch 'em with a hot glock cook 'em like a crockpot hit 'em in the snotbox

homophobia in rap lyrics is pretty lame, but this combination of words from Rock of Heltah Skeltah is pretty mesmerizing:

Homo-ass n****s, Omar minus the tough shit..
Just the snitchin'-and-suckin'-dick-and-dick-in-the-butt shit

Slow death, no breath, hollows have you gaspin'
You rich? Just for you we got a lavish casket

higher than a martian, im not a local artist
when i was a local artist ten bricks in my mom's apartment

You used to sushi, vino, and some calamari
You want a nigga who might grown up and be somebody

U fuck aroun be a for ten omma fay(d/s)

Tricks sell a nice dream, but bitch you'd have better luck
Trying to find 2pac than me buyin' you something off the ice cream truck

when you spit bout shit you did you better spit it right
cause i ain't only break ya jaw im'a break ya mike

bitch i got a bunch of names
gettin head in the HOV lane

yes!!

UH! Now what you know about them Texas boys?
Comin' down in candy toys, smokin' weed and talkin' noise

Some be testin'
Keepin' 'em guessin'
Smile on my face
Got the Smith & Wesson

CATCH HIM IN A DARK ALLEY
AND HIT HIS ASS WITH THE GRAND FINALE

The law ain't concerned, they love us hustlers and dealers
They wanna tear our houses down so they can build some Ikeas

oink oink bellow from the bacon with the brawniest frame/that roll on your hood like Tawny Kitaen

yall messin with some gangstas, riders, 9/11 survivors
if yall still want beef than holla

want to put this in the "mundanities of rap" thread, but can't find it:

And for the last 300 months
I made 16 albums with me on the front

Pick up the handle and insert the potion
Cock the shit back in a calm-like motion

i'm a young black man
that's a dangerous profession
any more gun questions
ask charlton heston

But I'm no sandwich, more like a manwich
Or maybe like a meal, which is much more real

Why that? Why this?
Niggas wanna hijack the flyness
I'm on a whole nother plane

Bitches think that I'm Dominican, slaf-hash Indian
Milk on my moustache, drop to my chinny-chin

either you go crash-and-burn
or wake up in the morning with cash to earn, tiger

I turned around and replied "why yes
but I prefer the term African American Express"

oink oink bellow from the bacon with the brawniest frame/that roll on your hood like Tawny Kitaen

What's this from?!

Eight maniac cats strapped with gats, you can hate that
Face facts, fake rap cats can't take back what I took back to the Brook, look