New Game
I wrote a new rap song today to trash someone as per request from my manager Thomas.
New Game
MC Shak
Let's play a new game called 'Guess the supervisor'
she's angry so much, she starts to perspire
perspire? why don't she try, try to percevier?
even though she likes, loves* to fill us all with fear.
Wait. Stop. I guess She can't be that bad.
Lemme just think 'bout the good points that she has.
Well she's...
I mean she's...
Maybe she's...
Damn this ain't easy.
I really tried hard, I really tried to think
But all i think to do is sit and stare and blink.
I don't know what to say to justify her ways
But I think it's safe to say she can number down her days.
Well its really kinda sad when your scared to call for change
Call her up twice and your face she'll rearrange.
I don't know how she did it, how she got promoted
She's like a dirty smartie without the candy coating.
And it's not my intention to sound really mean
but she's the meanest kinda person you'll probly ever see.
It's about those eyes, it's in all in the eyes
lookin' madder than a cat that's been circumsized.
It's quite the lil' puzzle; how she ever found a man
I mean, she's got more balls than all of Uncle Sam.
** Chorus **
In case you haven't guessed it
or maybe you just missed it
We're playin' a new game
and it's time to pick a name
The votes are in, let's count this poll
Results are clear... Crowd says Nicole!
************
She think's her green sled is phat-a-tat-tat
but its a piece of crap and we all know that.
I say "here comes Satan in her lil' white car"
I'm waitin' for the day it won't get this far.
Hair's so blonde, its some kind of stupid
tapes her horns down and hopes she'll find cupid.
I remember one day, she was nice, I thought she changed
ha turns out it was cuz she just got laid.
And I can't do a rap without trashin' that book
that lil note book with all the notes she took.
She starts writin' somethin', then ya hear her teeth crunch
"umm i've got you down for a 6 o' clock lunch."
"Oh thank you very much Mrs Princess Diana
I don't have an apple, but I'll give you my banana."
I smile through the anger when I just wanna hit
I hope she goes home and chokes on her spit.
Should battle her ass, take it outside
I got nothin' to lose, the staff's on my side.
She wouldn't know what hit her, I can rhyme with anything
Take her out, drop some beats, hit her with my bling.
Well I think I've made my point, I think it's pretty clear
She can pack her bags and go get outta here.
** Chorus again **
It's all recorded and e'erythang. Hit me up for a download if you want!!!
New Game
MC Shak
Let's play a new game called 'Guess the supervisor'
she's angry so much, she starts to perspire
perspire? why don't she try, try to percevier?
even though she likes, loves* to fill us all with fear.
Wait. Stop. I guess She can't be that bad.
Lemme just think 'bout the good points that she has.
Well she's...
I mean she's...
Maybe she's...
Damn this ain't easy.
I really tried hard, I really tried to think
But all i think to do is sit and stare and blink.
I don't know what to say to justify her ways
But I think it's safe to say she can number down her days.
Well its really kinda sad when your scared to call for change
Call her up twice and your face she'll rearrange.
I don't know how she did it, how she got promoted
She's like a dirty smartie without the candy coating.
And it's not my intention to sound really mean
but she's the meanest kinda person you'll probly ever see.
It's about those eyes, it's in all in the eyes
lookin' madder than a cat that's been circumsized.
It's quite the lil' puzzle; how she ever found a man
I mean, she's got more balls than all of Uncle Sam.
** Chorus **
In case you haven't guessed it
or maybe you just missed it
We're playin' a new game
and it's time to pick a name
The votes are in, let's count this poll
Results are clear... Crowd says Nicole!
************
She think's her green sled is phat-a-tat-tat
but its a piece of crap and we all know that.
I say "here comes Satan in her lil' white car"
I'm waitin' for the day it won't get this far.
Hair's so blonde, its some kind of stupid
tapes her horns down and hopes she'll find cupid.
I remember one day, she was nice, I thought she changed
ha turns out it was cuz she just got laid.
And I can't do a rap without trashin' that book
that lil note book with all the notes she took.
She starts writin' somethin', then ya hear her teeth crunch
"umm i've got you down for a 6 o' clock lunch."
"Oh thank you very much Mrs Princess Diana
I don't have an apple, but I'll give you my banana."
I smile through the anger when I just wanna hit
I hope she goes home and chokes on her spit.
Should battle her ass, take it outside
I got nothin' to lose, the staff's on my side.
She wouldn't know what hit her, I can rhyme with anything
Take her out, drop some beats, hit her with my bling.
Well I think I've made my point, I think it's pretty clear
She can pack her bags and go get outta here.
** Chorus again **
It's all recorded and e'erythang. Hit me up for a download if you want!!!