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

when i drill i dont spill even if shes on the pill / keep my weapon covered concealed and in a shield / cuz i dont need that, aye eye dee ess, a d and d messin up my adidas

there's hell to pay, but the devil don't take checks
i try to send a message to god, his phone don't take text

Female fantasies frolic freely in my cock-pit
Every thirty-sumn seconds I can't stop it

Tu papa esta mas cuadrao que un cuderno
Y no comprenden mi lenguaje moderno

exterminating crews with my manuscript
and the best thing you wrote was a bunch of bullSHIT

Gaza strip 4 me, baby

WE RUN THIS SHIA

mod plz delete prior post the world's not ready!!!!

TOO FUTURISTIC

My man Al B. Sure! is in effect mode
Used to have a crush on Dawn from En Vogue

-- The Reverend, Thursday, July 26, 2007 9:57 PM (Thursday, July 26, 2007 9:57 PM) Bookmark Link

Beat myself to it.

Okay, in that case how about...

Bendin' over naked as she's leanin' on your dresser
BOOYAH! She looks just like Vanessa...

Shit, you better hurry, before I have to bury
My attitude is bitchy, cause my period is heavy

crown on my head, took it to the a-town
you ain't gettin money or fame, bitch stay down

VISIT CHR WEIGH
N GIV YA MAMA DED FLOWERZ

watchim die slo / denniz eyez row / in the back uviz hed, now his body coe / a cuppl grand / a cuppl shots / a cuppl dripdrops / now y' leakin won't stop

I got a bitch that suck my dick 'til I nut
Spit it on my gut and slurp that shit back up
Ain't that a slut, she even take it in the butt
Fuck for about an hour, now she want a golden shower

Shots was whizzing, hitting Clorox bottles
Customers screaming, then the faggot ran out of hollows
I had to show him what it's all about
Next thing you read in the paper "A man who came to kill, gets knocked out"

i'm leave a fashion muscle
fire red

HIGH TIME WE MADE A STAND/SHOOK UP THA VIEWS OF THE COMMON MAN/ON A LOVETRAIN RIDES FROM COAST TO COAST/DJ'S THE MAN WE LOVE THA MOST

I'm in the Lambo
Lookin' like Rambo

i just be sittin in the beamer listenin to opera
gun is my bodyguard call it kevin costner

when you see me load the clip in the gun / you better kill that crip walk and start doin a crip run

Smack my ass, grab my neck
Got him cummin' everywhere
I'm a freak so I don't care
Just don't get none in my hair

Niggas gonna try to murk 50, how?
We ride around with guns the size of Lil Bow Wow

If you see me up in the mountains, wrestlin' with a lion
I ain't lyin' my nigga, don't help me, help the mountain lion!

I used to work at Mickey D's
To my old buster ass manager, "lickey deez"

(Boots, The Coup)...

"So literary with it, you can tell how I write
The boy's such an author, I should smoke a pipe"

"You shoulda put a sock on the pickle
Then your pussy wouldn't be blowing out smoke signals"

Old cribs I sold, y'all drive by like monuments
Google Earth Nas, I got flats in other continents

"I can flow like wee, coming out you know what
Or some dukey diarrhea coming out your butt"

(seriously, this is a Shaquille O'Neal rap lyric from his first album....which should have ended his career right there, but didn't)

and for my homie streets i'ma twist one up
he can't even hit the kush, he gotta piss in a cup

is there a least favorite rap couplets thread? cause the other day I accidentally saw a Talib Kweli video

"Cats all sappy like romantic flicks, dude, get a clue,
Like Colonel Mustard in the study with a candlestick"

I ain't Hansel and Gretel,
I'm handsome in ghetto

ha, I like that one...

daaaaaaamn, what's with all the long faces?
yuh wooking pa nub in all the wong pwaces

is there a least favorite rap couplets thread? cause the other day I accidentally saw a Talib Kweli video

"Cats all sappy like romantic flicks, dude, get a clue,
Like Colonel Mustard in the study with a candlestick"

-- dmr, Wednesday, 14 November 2007 18:16 (2 hours ago) Link

You're nuts.

shaq = keith

withizzzowng-killing them harshly / n the core of the sun / godt-jdamnt/-charlike bark-- lea(d).

YEAH I SCRIBE RHYMES LIKE SHELL CODE / I GOT PUTTY RUNNING VI SSHING THROUGH HELL NODES

YEAH I SCRIBE RHYMES LIKE SHELL CODE / I GOT PUTTY RUNNING VI SSHING THROUGH HELL NODES

-- daanyel, Monday, November 26, 2007 10:03 PM (Yesterday) Bookmark Link

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Clang! Crime don't pay, listen, youth/It's like me holding up the line at the kissing booth

uh idk rly seriously i'm chopt

Got this Chinese chick, had to leave her quick
Cause she kept bootleggin my shit

we was raised in the dead-arm district
before guns was called biscuits
stapleton was on that hood shit

When I'm deceased, by then the beast arise like yeast
to conquer peace leaving savages to roam in the streets

Nas, Verbal Intercourse

Unh... blowticious
Skeevy? ...delicious.

Ahhhhhhh.... I'm somewhat brainboggled
So I look to the microphone and slowly starts to wobble

I get money like white kids on their birthdays
I'm on the grime from Thursdays to Thursdays

cos I'm in da Industry man, In Eng-aland
where I never sell more than an indie band

You shoulda put a sock on the pickle
Then your pussy wouldn't be blowin' smoke signals

return of the jedi
from rio de janiero on the red eye
yet i still feel the need to be fly

Some of these niggas is so deceptive
Using my styles like a contraceptive

Knick knack paddy whack
I still got the biggest sack

If you don't like me, and you yell and boo
There's nothing wrong with me, there's something wrong with you