yeaaaaa boyyyyyeeee
Hey whats up G? I just found my old rap today, omg im amazing, guess whos back?
Check my style, as i compile, this worthwile, file, of rhymes that make you smile. I rap like im kool, rulin the school, with just 1 tool, not like some fool, ridin a muel, with no fuel. Im the jewel that makes you drool, tippin back in your stool, you loose your balance and fall in the pool. I rap just to make fun of the crap, i gotta strap ya so i trap ya just so ya dont take a nap an...just when you sleep on your lap, and some sap slap ya, then OH SNAP! now your in a scrap with a jap who do nothin but clap and ya dont need a map to....beat this chap. your ruffin the guy when you realize that this rap is about nothin and i.....dont know why but this aint no goodbye, cause i still supply, and you can rely that ill still reply, and when im high ill end up in'a lie, and maybe your your guys are just to shy, and my vocab defys.....gravity, like my oral cavity...is just too big, and on alexs birthday we all did the jig, as we took a swig, and wore our wigs.....and they were green on the march 17, and im only 14, but this caffine is just obscene, im like a machine, like this is all routine, its just unseen. ive got way to much energy man, it most of been that full beer can, this wasnt exactly my smartest plan...i need to turn on a fan cause its like im gettin a tan, or like im in a stuffy van with the ku klux klan. i dont even no how this began.......or begun.......this may look like its a load of fun, but its not, when this is undone, it feels like machines guns all pointed at me, shot one by one. damn, if this was a rap battle i would of won, cause that was the bomb but now im done, so have fun reading, and I'll c ya later son.
God, thats so kool. Me and wes are sooo gangster, we are a bunch of slick motha fuckas.
Check my style, as i compile, this worthwile, file, of rhymes that make you smile. I rap like im kool, rulin the school, with just 1 tool, not like some fool, ridin a muel, with no fuel. Im the jewel that makes you drool, tippin back in your stool, you loose your balance and fall in the pool. I rap just to make fun of the crap, i gotta strap ya so i trap ya just so ya dont take a nap an...just when you sleep on your lap, and some sap slap ya, then OH SNAP! now your in a scrap with a jap who do nothin but clap and ya dont need a map to....beat this chap. your ruffin the guy when you realize that this rap is about nothin and i.....dont know why but this aint no goodbye, cause i still supply, and you can rely that ill still reply, and when im high ill end up in'a lie, and maybe your your guys are just to shy, and my vocab defys.....gravity, like my oral cavity...is just too big, and on alexs birthday we all did the jig, as we took a swig, and wore our wigs.....and they were green on the march 17, and im only 14, but this caffine is just obscene, im like a machine, like this is all routine, its just unseen. ive got way to much energy man, it most of been that full beer can, this wasnt exactly my smartest plan...i need to turn on a fan cause its like im gettin a tan, or like im in a stuffy van with the ku klux klan. i dont even no how this began.......or begun.......this may look like its a load of fun, but its not, when this is undone, it feels like machines guns all pointed at me, shot one by one. damn, if this was a rap battle i would of won, cause that was the bomb but now im done, so have fun reading, and I'll c ya later son.
God, thats so kool. Me and wes are sooo gangster, we are a bunch of slick motha fuckas.