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

lovin how you look in my eyes swingin them hips when you ass
visualizin my name tattooed on that ass

been all about & landed here
beach houses with the chandeler
my & my crew, mad cans of beers

lol *pass xp

not a fave but kinda aprolols:

take a twit pic of gucci's dick
and send it as a tweet

all white beamer, but only on the outside
inside all black like teena marie

I never drink and drive
cos I might spill my drink

I failed the breathalyzer
so they took me to the clink

Tha Alkaholiks - Last Call

ha rev, what is that

na'tee

when i cut her it was butter white bitch from the gutter
had to hide you from my mother cuz you didn't have color

I'm the reason they made the dress code
They figure I wouldn't wild when I'm in my fresh clothes

then i swag my swag
then i bitch my swag
bitch a swaggy bitch

cuz i'm a rough aggressor
a camoflauge dresser
my M-16 has a flash suppressor

also history mayne otm

f-a-b-o-l-o-u-s
in the new S, circling the U.S.

just in case y'all was lost, i'm the face in the source
long cuban, white ice placed in the cross

blowin pounds of the buddha, throwin rounds in the ruger
if BK get hot, we go and lounge in bermuda

it'll be a manslaughter right in front of my kids
a little blood get on my daughter, it's nothing she'll live

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

Let he without sin cast the first stone
So I built that all glass quad level first home

Abraham Lincoln got shot and died
freed the slaves, so they put 'em on the five

Gucci don’t drink beer but he do drink dom
hundred thousand dollar murder charge I made bond

I gets medieval with a blowtorch and pliers
End your future before it starts like Len Bias

When I die bury me butt-naked, and face down in the grass
So I can fuck the world, while y'all kiss my ass

Crime pays,n—-a, crime pays
Choppin' up this change with cocaine in my microwave
Made it through my whole month with my lights out, I seen brighter days
Watch this shit get knee-high, boy, you live and you die by this game