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

EXES, ASIANS
TRANSPARENT RELATIONS

MY ROCKS COST A RECORD FEE, WE POPPIN OFF A TEK OR THREE
BANGKOK ICE BROKER HOPPIN OFF THE JET WITH ME

The gods won't have it
Your girlfriend's not satisfied by you, so she got a rabbit

ME AND TOM CRUISE STILL HAVIN LUNCH THOUGH

....n/h

I'm the keeper of the key to all creativity
and i will give you writer's block if you abandon me

haha who is that Tom Cruise one?

they're all young dro

the last dro I got was 'I am Legend' - has anything good dropped since?

'clean with it' 'dro rock diamonds' 'on fire'

Pull the rug on 'em, pull the plug on 'em
Have 'em callin' up all they closest thug friends

Eatin at the katsuya with some of my yakuza japanese homies
Plottin on all of you rap losers

An oldie, but its been keepin' my head ringin' lately...

Its the D-R-E the Spectacular,
In a party I go for your neck, so call me Blackula.

Got her makin' up brand new dances
She gets low to the ground like antses

I ain't about givin niggas a chance
And I still write shit that make my brother wanna get up and dance - lil fame

bitches be up on the block like "i'm sick of you"
and I'm like "bitch please i'm dicking you"

you know, xzibit/snoop/nate song excepted, I think it's more or less impossible for a dude to say "bitch please" without sounding kinda "oh no you didn't, sista girl"

BABY YOU GOT ME
LIKE JOANIE HAD CHACHI
UNTIL SHE GOT HOT
AND WENT AND FUCKED POTZI

lady godiva from day one a dick rida
liah liah setcha pussy on FYAH

Catch me on the court
runnin' ball on the net
You know up I grew up watchin' Kevin Garnett

I'm a make this look easy, naturally greazy
Me and Giggs run up and take all the gold coins like Mario and Luigi

dope

dro— you know them rims i ride on be knee high
i be hurtin niggas so bad it make me cry

This shit is ridiculous, unacceptable
I hope it's acceptable if I don't be respectable

stay strapped and can't wait to push a nigga face back
#1 on 106 and still rob a race track

My pen and pixel make violence more graphic
I take raw coke, cook it crack, saran wrap it

If I told you cocaine numbers you would think I was lying
Young-ass niggas 22 and talkin bout they retiring

got some better hoes now, boat load of money
think my bentley got a cold cuz my paint so runny

^dope

Back with hazardous weathers and blizzards
as I spit, stickin out my tongue like an iguana lizard

also

white watch, jewish
tall guap, ewing

Stop sweatin me, you should follow me, I'm directin it
Other fools break it down, I be dissectin it

got some better hoes now, boat load of money
think my bentley got a cold cuz my paint so runny

― SB Idiot (k3vin k.), Saturday, July 25, 2009 11:40 PM (3 days ago) Bookmark Suggest Ban Permalink

real talk i thought this was a gucci lyric until i remembered -- he was def a ugk fan

^^ - i think one of the things that endeared noz to gucci even when he was on "the guy would be better as part of a group tip!" was that he was always humble in interviews and always talking about elder dudes

what I do want is for you punks to pay attention
ain't nothin wrong with that kiddie shit but this what's been missin

my swisha sweet cigarillo got purple all in the middle
your bitch be having her nipples all on my face and my pillows

so you the illest nigga in Nebraska?
hell naw, it's the master, #16 party crasher

dope line, hadnt heard that song since i was probably 16 but i remembered it was meth

half the clique look like they stuck genesis up
the other half wrappin they sentences up

wayne's gettin money like damon and keenan
try to take it from me and i'm aimin' and beamin'
bangin' and leavin'
stains on the cement
slide the crackers somethin' so they tame the policemen

― Jordan Sargent, Thursday, July 26, 2007 3:36 AM (2 years ago) Bookmark

^^^^

Who am I? I am the poetical pastor;
Slave to a label but I own my masters.
Still get it poppin' without artist and repertoire,
'Cause Monch is a monarch only minus the A&R.

Gotta wax a sucker or else it gets boring
Just like some people need their coffee in the morning

properly address a hater
left him on a respirator
brain dead, in a bed, line stay vegetative

HATERS WISH THEY COULD
FEEL THE WOOD IN MY 83
RIDIN WIT NO TINT
SO THE MOTHERFUCKAZ KNOW IT'S ME

See, Martell Homes, that's my claim to fame
That's where I learned my slickest tricks in the dope d-game
Like my favorite, I call it lemonhead delight
That's where you lick off all the yellow and you sell the white

Lifestyle's exquisite
Yayo like a blizzard
Equire attire
Standin' on ground with one pivot

I walked the hot Arabian desert barefooted
I grabbed your hand, you grabbed my joint and you knew where to put it

Like Noah I get twos of yous and you get pretty d
But I'll call your ass round 8 cause I know you'll be there for me girl

HATERS WISH THEY COULD
FEEL THE WOOD IN MY 83
RIDIN WIT NO TINT
SO THE MOTHERFUCKAZ KNOW IT'S ME

― & they talked about "fucking a behive", literally, 4 times (Whitey on the Moon), Wednesday, August 19, 2009 11:11 PM (3 days ago) Bookmark

this is dope

The easiest was the meanest, but the skeezer was a BEANIE
She thought we was some motherfuckin genies

It's kinda hard comin' outta Alabama
You don't realize you slow til you outta Alabama

Three cars, clown - chevy, 'lac, and a donk
The pos stop me cause they think I move the trap in my trunk
The only thing in there is a mac, a pump
And jumper cables case of anybody wants to get crunk