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

young & gifted, tongue prolific, in a beach bungalow is how i bung in christmas
from the streets i flow from the hungriest districts, swiss kicks crisp when i come to those picnics...

put me in chains
try to beat my brains
i can get out
but the grudge remains

i used to rob folks like somali pirates
now i feel on rich chicks like miley cyrus

I'm that man, bit the toe right through the sock
And left a half a guinea pig in your grampa' tacklebox

left homes with half his dome in a napkin
for sayin "what's poppin?" when he asked him "what's crackin?"

I used to be the fat bitch lifter, hennessy in the snifter
Now I'm the high plains drifter

I'm Sgt. Slaughter, I keep my shit cooked-to-order
To satisfy my people in Georgia and 'cross the water

abracadabra hocus pocus i don't know if you noticed
been getting my money lately my hustle game is ferocious
you seen my new mercedes? it's domeless
go hard or go home? i go homeless

same album:
my cup so heavy, i promise theres 'bout a PAINT in it
and i call my ride the real mobile, if you ain't real you AIN'T in it

i'm so into you
what the fuck am i gonna do

-- honey cocaine

Extra live, he claimed he couldn't die, top rank
Sixteen shots in his fishtank

I swarm around with a thousand of bees
Absorb earth and the honey from trees

You can't flow, must be the speech impediment
You got lost off the snare off Impeach the President

NIFTILY
WE CAN MAKE IT
HIP TO BE
WHAT WE ARE
CUZ WHAT WE BE
BE THE EPITOME
DOO
DAH
DIPPITY

can someone delete hurting's die antwoord post?

― J0rdan S., Friday, 31 December 2010 21:04 (seven years ago) Permalink

lol, did I really post a die antwoord lyric, and did someone really delete it, because I can't find it on this thread

lol

I love the Beatnuts but this line from 'Psycho Dwarf' always bothered me, "Any piece of ass I ever got is cause I took it."

I done been hit with a bullet, and one grazed me
I done been considered a failure, it don't faze me

fuck you your honor
check my persona
i'm strugglin for old
gold and marijuana

I know the reason you feel the way
I know just who you wan' be
So everyday I thank the man upstairs
That I ain't you and you ain't me

my top back like JFK
they wanna push my top back like JFK