#balled so hard they called me a fucking NUTSACK

[unothief]

shout out to Dracula flow on Youtube.com, all three are so fucking funny my god

[triviallytrue]

I'm moving different. This shit ain't nothing to me man. I'm a dog. I'm biting the fart bubbles in the bath. We smoking symbiotes. Smoking that Whoopi Goldberg South Egyptian Furburger Deluxe Mega Million Scratcher Skunk Bubba Kush. We smoking dung beetle. I'm on twelve Vicodins smoking on Scooby Doo dick. We smoking Sequoia banshee boogers? We snorting that good buffalo soldier tamarind Jordanian Jibbies. They must have amnesia, they forgot that I'm Him. That Burberry backwoods pack kitten that pussy smell, like a Hellcat VH. We smoking shit in a glass pipe blowing the Lord's bubbles. I'm sick in the head. I'm on them Broward County tic tacs. I'm on them Georgetown geronimos. I'm on them Nashville nibblers. I left my Margielas in the Benz truck, I'll have to stunt on them next time. I don't give a fuck if I go blind. I don't need to see the price tag anyway. We s- I'm high on twelve Jason Bournes looking to beat the cum out of a thick fresh hoe. We smoking filtered crack you stupid piece of shit. I'll fucking kill you. Call that pussy The Matrix cuz I'm in this bitch, and I can't get out. Last guy who ran off on the pack got choked out by some Givenchy gloves. The last thing he ever saw was the price tag on them. Slowly faded into darkness, and I let the archangels take him. I need more Sequoia banshee boogers! Don't be shy girl, I love me some, pastrami mud flaps. I'm moving like French Montana. Hæh? Welcome to the cream kingdom bitch, open up! Blac Chyna, I drink her piss out of another man's balls. My shooter a crackhead, he look like Woody Herrelson. You ain't seen ten bands in your life, chit! Reach for my neck you'll get turned into an example. Y'all gotta stop playing with me man. I threw diamonds at the strip clubs under the Great Pyramids. I pushed a camel through the eye of a needle. This shit ain't nothing to me man. Tied the opps to the back of a track hog. And dragged him around the block for twenty four hours. Motherfucker! Looked like a Resident Evil 5 campaign extra after we was done with him. Opps wanted some initiative, blew up their entire quadrant. I'm moving like Oppenheimer. She drop that ass on me from an egregarious angle, they thought I was Steven Wallace. Top shelf zaza, disrupted my circadian rhythm. I have seen the Magna Carta, I have seen the eye of Horuh. I was flipping bricks for Mansa Musa before you all even became a type 1 civilization. This shit ain't nothing to me you stupid piece of shit. Step the wrong way and you will perish. That pussy feel like Biscoff butter. You think I care about this shit? Ask me if I care about this shit, cuz I don't give a shit. If I had a dollar for every time they said I gave a shit, I'd be broke, cuz I don't give a shit. My bitch look like David Hasselhoff. I balled so hard they thought I was a fucking nutsack. This shit ain't nothing to me man I'll kill you you stupid piece of shit

dracula flow is the spiritual complement to the northern boys

[claredanko]

I’m moving different

This shit ain’t nothing to me man, I’m a dog. I’m biting the fart bubbles in the bath

We smoking Symbiote

Smoking that Whoopi Goldberg South Egyptian fur burger Deluxe Mega Millions scratcher skunk bubba kush

We smoking dung beetle

I’m on 12 vicodins, smoking on Scooby-Doo dick

We smoking Sequoia banshee boogers

We snorting that good Buffalo Soldier tamarind Jordanian gibbies

They must have amnesia, they forgot that I’m him. That Burberry backwoods pack hitting that pussy smell like a Hellcat V8

We smoking shit in a glass pipe, blowing the Lord’s bubbles

I’m sick in the head

I’m on them Broward county Tic-Tacs, I’m on them Georgetown Geronimoes

I’m on them Nashville nibblers

I left my Margiela’s in the Benz trunk, I’ll have to stunt on them next time

I don’t give a fuck if I go blind, I don’t need to see the price tag anyways

I’m high on 12 Jason Bournes, looking to beat the cum out of a thick, fresh oak

We smoking filtered crack you stupid piece of shit, I’ll fucking kill you

Call that pussy The Matrix, cause I’m in this bitch and I can’t get out

Last guy who ran off on the pack got choked out by some Givenchy gloves. The last thing he ever saw was the price tag on them. Slowly faded into darkness, and I let the archangels take him. I need more Sequoia banshee boogers

Don’t be shy girl, I love me some Pastrami mudflaps

I’m moving like French Montana: haan

Welcome to the Cream Kingdom bitch, open up. Blac Chyna, I’d drink her piss out of another man’s balls

My shooter a crackhead, he look like Woody Harrelson

You ain't seen ten bands in your life, jit

Reach for my neck, you'll get turned into an example

Y'all gotta stop playing with me man

I threw diamonds at the strip clubs under the great pyramids. I pushed a camel through the eye of a needle. This shit ain't nothing to me man

Tied the opps to the back of a Trackhawk and dragged them around the block for 24 hours

Motherfucker look like a Resident Evil 5 campaign extra after we was done with him

Opps wanted some initiative, blew up their entire quadrant

I'm moving like Oppenheimer

She dropped that ass on me from an egregarious angle, they thought I was Stephen Wallace

Top shelf zaza, disrupted my circadian rhythm

I have seen the Magna Carta, I have the seen the eye of hor

I was flipping bricks for Mansa Musa before y'all even became a type I civilization

This shit ain't nothing to me you stupid piece of shit

Step the wrong way and you will perish

That pussy feel like Biscoff Butter

You think I care about this shit? Ask me if I care about this shit, cause I don't give a shit

If I had a dollar for every time they said I gave a shit, I'd be broke cause I don't give a shit

My bitch look like David Hasselhoff

I balled so hard they thought I was a fucking nutsack

This shit ain't nothing to me man, I'll kill you, you stupid piece of shit

[girlypopmoomin]

Yellowjackets characters as Dracula Flow quotes

Misty: they needed a stealth soldier so I put my hands on the hibachi hot plate at Benihana and burned my fuckin fingerprints off. They will not find me.

Natalie: we smoking filtered crack you stupid piece of shit. I’ll fucking kill you.

Van: call that pussy The Matrix cuz I’m in this bitch and I can’t get out

Shauna: reach for my neck you’ll get turned into an example

Jackie: this shit ain’t nothing to me man

Tai: they must have amnesia they forgot that I’m him

Lottie: they thought they could stop a demon I’m back. The zaza got me speaking Esperanto.

Laura Lee: we smoking shit in a glass pipe blowing the lords bubbles

Travis: I balled so hard they thought I was a fuckin nutsack

Javi: last guy that ran out on the pack got choked out by some Givenchy gloves. Last thing he ever saw was the price tag on them. Slowly faded into darkness, I let the archangels take him.

Coach Ben: I’m not loyal to anybody I’m a demon. I have no loyalty for anyone. Never did, never will.

Jeff: she dropped that ass on me from an egregarious angle.

[milfronin]

I’m moving different

This shit ain’t nothing to me man, I’m a dog. I’m biting the fart bubbles in the bath

We smoking Symbiote

Smoking that Whoopi Goldberg South Egyptian fur burger Deluxe Mega Millions scratcher skunk bubba kush

We smoking dung beetle

I’m on 12 vicodins, smoking on Scooby-Doo dick

We smoking Sequoia banshee boogers

We snorting that good Buffalo Soldier tamarind Jordanian gibbies

They must have amnesia, they forgot that I’m him. That Burberry backwoods pack hitting that pussy smell like a Hellcat V8

We smoking shit in a glass pipe, blowing the Lord’s bubbles

I’m sick in the head

I’m on them Broward county Tic-Tacs, I’m on them Georgetown Geronimoes

I’m on them Nashville nibblers

I left my Margiela’s in the Benz trunk, I’ll have to stunt on them next time

I don’t give a fuck if I go blind, I don’t need to see the price tag anyways

I’m high on 12 Jason Bournes, looking to beat the cum out of a thick, fresh oak

We smoking filtered crack you stupid piece of shit, I’ll fucking kill you

Call that pussy The Matrix, cause I’m in this bitch and I can’t get out

Last guy who ran off on the pack got choked out by some Givenchy gloves. The last thing he ever saw was the price tag on them. Slowly faded into darkness, and I let the archangels take him. I need more Sequoia banshee boogers

Don’t be shy girl, I love me some Pastrami mudflaps

I’m moving like French Montana: haan

Welcome to the Cream Kingdom bitch, open up. Blac Chyna, I’d drink her piss out of another man’s balls

My shooter a crackhead, he look like Woody Harrelson

You ain't seen ten bands in your life, jit

Reach for my neck, you'll get turned into an example

Y'all gotta stop playing with me man

I threw diamonds at the strip clubs under the great pyramids. I pushed a camel through the eye of a needle. This shit ain't nothing to me man

Tied the opps to the back of a Trackhawk and dragged them around the block for 24 hours

Motherfucker look like a Resident Evil 5 campaign extra after we was done with him

Opps wanted some initiative, blew up their entire quadrant

I'm moving like Oppenheimer

She dropped that ass on me from an egregarious angle, they thought I was Stephen Wallace

Top shelf zaza, disrupted my circadian rhythm

I have seen the Magna Carta, I have the seen the eye of horror

I was flipping bricks for Mansa Musa before y'all even became a type I civilization

This shit ain't nothing to me you stupid piece of shit

Step the wrong way and you will perish

That pussy feel like Biscoff Butter

You think I care about this shit? Ask me if I care about this shit, cause I don't give a shit

If I had a dollar for every time they said I gave a shit, I'd be broke cause I don't give a shit

My bitch look like David Hasselhoff

I balled so hard they thought I was a fucking nutsack

This shit ain't nothing to me man, I'll kill you, you stupid piece of shit

I'm gonna kiss you straight on the mouth.

[saarahrussooo]

Look, I was gonna go easy on you and not to hurt your feelings

But I'm only going to get this one chance (six minutes, six minutes)

Something's wrong, I can feel it (six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)

Just a feeling I've got, like something's about to happen, but I don't know what

If that means what I think it means, we're in trouble, big trouble

And if he is as bananas as you say, I'm not taking any chances

You are just what the doctor ordered

I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap God

All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod

Now who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?

They said I rap like a robot, so call me Rapbot

But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genes

I got a laptop in my back pocket

My pen'll go off when I half-cock it

Got a fat knot from that rap profit

Made a livin' and a killin' off it

Ever since Bill Clinton was still in office

With Monica Lewinsky feelin' on his nutsack

I'm an MC still as honest

But as rude and indecent as all hell syllables, killaholic (kill 'em all with)

This flippity dippity-hippity hip-hop

You don't really wanna get into a pissing match with this rappidy brat

Packin' a MAC in the back of the Ac', backpack rap crap, yap-yap, yackity-yack

And at the exact same time, I attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicin' that

I'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' table

Over the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in half

Only realized it was ironic I was signed to Aftermath after the fact

How could I not blow? All I do is drop F-bombs, feel my wrath of attack

Rappers are having a rough time period, here's a Maxipad

It's actually disastrously bad

For the wack, while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpièce

'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap God

All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod

Now who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?

Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard

Everybody want the key and the secret to rap immortality like I have got

Well, to be truthful the blueprint's simply rage and youthful exuberance

Everybody loves to root for a nuisance

Hit the Earth like an asteroid, did nothin' but shoot for the moon since (pew)

Mc's get taken to school with this music

'Cause I use it as a vehicle to bus the rhyme

Now I lead a new school full of students

Me? I'm a product of Rakim

Lakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N.W.A, Cube, hey Doc, Ren, Yella, Eazy, thank you, they got Slim

Inspired enough to one day grow up, blow up and be in a position

To meet Run-D.M.C and induct them into the motherfuckin' Rock n' Roll Hall of Fame

Even though I walk in the church and burst in a ball of flames

Only hall of fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fame on the wall of (shame)

You fags think it's all a game 'til I walk a flock of flames

Off a plank and tell me what in the fuck are you thinkin'?

Little gay lookin' boy

So gay I can barely say it with a straight face lookin' boy

You witnessin' a mass-occur

Like you're watchin' a church gathering take place lookin' boy

"Oy vey, that boy's gay", that's all they say, lookin' boy

You get a thumbs up, pat on the back

And a "Way-to-go" from your label every day, lookin' boy

Hey, lookin' boy, what you say, lookin' boy?

I get a "Hell yeah" from Dre, lookin' boy

I'ma work for everything I have

Never asked nobody for shit, get outta my face, lookin' boy

Basically boy, you're never gonna be capable

Of keepin' up with the same pace, lookin' boy

'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap God

All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod

The way I'm racin' around the track, call me NASCAR, NASCAR

Dale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash God

Kneel before General Zod, this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard

So you be Thor and I'll be Odin, you rodent, I'm omnipotent

Let off then I'm reloadin' immediately with these bombs I'm totin'

And I should not be woken

I'm the walkin' dead, but I'm just a talkin' head, a zombie floatin'

But I got your mom deep-throatin'

I'm out my ramen noodle, we have nothin' in common, poodle

I'm a Doberman, pinch yourself in the arm and pay homage, pupil

It's me, my honesty's brutal

But it's honestly futile if I don't utilize what I do though

For good at least once in a while

So I wanna make sure somewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodle

Enough rhymes to maybe to try to help get some people through tough times

But I gotta keep a few punchlines just in case 'cause even you unsigned

Rappers are hungry lookin' at me like it's lunchtime

I know there was a time where once I

Was king of the underground, but I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grind

So I crunch rhymes, but sometimes when you combine

Appeal with the skin color of mine

You get too big, and here they come tryin' to

Censor you like that one line I said on "I'm Back" from the Mathers LP One

When I tried to say, "I'll take seven kids from Columbine

Put 'em all in a line, add an AK-47, a revolver and a nine"

See if I get away with it now that I ain't as big as I was, but I'm

Morphin' into an immortal comin' through the portal

You're stuck in a time warp from 2004 though

And I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme for

You're pointless as Rapunzel with fuckin' cornrows

You write normal? Fuck being normal

And I just bought a new ray-gun from the future

Just to come and shoot ya like when Fabolous made Ray J mad

'Cause Fab said he looked like a fag at Mayweather's pad

Singin' to a man while he played piano

Man, oh man, that was a 24/7 special on the cable channel

So Ray J went straight to the radio station the very next day

"Hey, Fab, I'ma kill you"

Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)

Uh, sama lama duma lama, you assumin' I'm a human

What I gotta do to get it through to you, I'm superhuman?

Innovative and I'm made of rubber

So that anything you say is ricochetin' off of me and it'll glue to you

I'm devastating, more than ever demonstrating

How to give a motherfuckin' audience a feelin' like it's levitating

Never fading, and I know that the haters are forever waiting

For the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating

'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivated

I make elevating music, you make elevator music

Oh, he's too mainstream

Well, that's what they do when they get jealous, they confuse it

It's not hip-hop, it's pop, 'cause I found a hella way to fuse it

With rock, shock rap with Doc

Throw on Lose Yourself and make 'em lose it

I don't know how to make songs like that

I don't know what words to use

Let me know when it occurs to you

While I'm rippin' any one of these verses diverse as you

It's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' you

How many verses I gotta murder to

Prove that if you were half as nice, your songs you can sacrifice virgins too? Uh

School flunkie, pill junkie

But look at the accolades the skills brung me

Full of myself, but still hungry

I bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind to

And I'm a million leagues above you, ill when I speak in tongues

But it's still tongue in cheek, fuck you

I'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheel, I'm asleep in the front seat

Bumping Heavy D and the Boys, still chunky but funky

But in my head, there's something I can feel tugging and struggling

Angels fight with devils and here's what they want from me

They're askin' me to eliminate some of the women-hate

But if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I have

Then you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situation

And understand the discrimination

But fuck it, life's handing you lemons, make lemonade then

But if I can't batter the women, how the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?

Don't mistake him for (Satan)

It's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseas

And take a vacation to trip a broad

And make her fall on her face and

Don't be a retard, be a king? Think not

Why be a king when you can be a God?

(I sent this to India)

where is this from😭

[miraruinada]

"I had to do it to them, snipe. I went Judge Judy on that ass, snipe. I'm not loyal to anybody, I'm a demon. I have no loyalty for anyone. Never did, never will. Shorty chose to be with a demon, sounds like her problem to me. Haha. This shit ain't nothing to me, man. My wins longer than James Cameron. On and off the court, straight fundamentals. This shit ain't nothing to me, man. Moving like Dracula, we get it back in blood. You see it? I really did this. I'm really him. Flipped a whole brick into an empire, stop playing with me. I have no sympathy. I live for this shit. Haha. When I got the meat cannon, I shoot straight rope. Y'all can't fuck with me. I'm him. I've been him. I will continue to be him. I forgot who I am, can you tell me?"

"They thought they could stop a demon, I'm back. I hope them aliens are real so I have more things to fuck. This shit ain't nothing to me, man. I'm out here cloud seeding, the scope gleaming. I'm nice with it. I'm moving different. I'm sick in the head. I don't give a fuck if I go blind, I don't need to see the price tag. I'm taking it free. I'll fucking kill you. Last guy who ran off on the pack got choked out by some Givenchy gloves, the last thing he ever saw was the price tag on them. Slowly faded into darkness and I let the archangels take him. Haha. Welcome to the cream kingdom. Open up. Reach for my neck, you'll get turned into an example. I pushed the camel through the eye of a needle. This shit ain't nothing to me, man."

"Tied the opp to the back of a trackhawk and dragged him around the block for forty-eight hours. Opps wanted some initiative, blew up their entire quadrant. I'm moving like Oppenheimer. Step the wrong way and you will perish. I balled so hard they thought I was a fucking nutsack. They call me the sun. Look at me wrong, I'll make you go blind. Call me a laxative, cause I get shit moving. I can't buy pressure cookers, I can't buy fireworks, they got me on a list. Dick so good it got the whole world unionizing. Moving like tuberculosis, got the opps coughing up blood. This shit ain't nothing to me, man."

[is-the-owl-video-cute]

Look, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelings But I'm only going to get this one chance (six minutes-, six minutes-) Something's wrong, I can feel it (six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on!) Just a feeling I've got, like something's about to happen, but I don't know what If that means what I think it means, we're in trouble, big trouble And if he is as bananas as you say, I'm not taking any chances You are just what the doc ordered

I'm beginnin' to feel like a Rap God, Rap God All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod Now, who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box? They said I rap like a robot, so call me Rap-bot

But for me to rap like a computer, it must be in my genes I got a laptop in my back pocket My pen'll go off when I half-cock it Got a fat knot from that rap profit Made a livin' and a killin' off it Ever since Bill Clinton was still in office With Monica Lewinsky feelin' on his nutsack I'm an MC still as honest But as rude and as indecent as all hell Syllables, skill-a-holic (kill 'em all with)

This flippity dippity-hippity hip-hop You don't really wanna get into a pissin' match With this rappity brat, packin' a MAC in the back of the Ac' Backpack rap crap, yap-yap, yackety-yack And at the exact same time, I attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicin' that I'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' table Over the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in half

Only realized it was ironic, I was signed to Aftermath after the fact How could I not blow? All I do is drop F-bombs Feel my wrath of attack Rappers are havin' a rough time period, here's a maxi pad It's actually disastrously bad for the wack While I'm masterfully constructing this masterpièce

'Cause I'm beginnin' to feel like a Rap God, Rap God All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod Now, who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box? Let me show you maintainin' this shit ain't that hard, that hard Everybody want the key and the secret to rap immortality like Ι have got

Well, to be truthful the blueprint's Simply rage and youthful exuberance Everybody loves to root for a nuisance Hit the Earth like an asteroid Did nothing but shoot for the Moon since (pew!) MCs get taken to school with this music 'Cause I use it as a vehicle to "Bus the rhyme" Now I lead a new school full of students

Me? I'm a product of Rakim Lakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N.W.A, Cube, hey Doc, Ren Yella, Eazy, thank you, they got Slim Inspired enough to one day grow up, blow up and be in a position To meet Run-D.M.C., induct them Into the motherfuckin' Rock and Roll Hall of Fame

Even though I'll walk in the church and burst in a ball of flames Only Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fame On the wall of shame You fags think it's all a game, 'til I walk a flock of flames Off a plank and, tell me what in the fuck are you thinkin'?

Little gay-lookin' boy So gay, I can barely say it with a straight face, lookin' boy (ha-ha!) You're witnessin' a mass-occur Like you're watching a church gathering take place, lookin' boy "Oy vey, that boy's gay!" That's all they say, lookin' boy You get a thumbs up, pat on the back And a "Way to go" from your label every day, lookin' boy

Hey, lookin' boy! What you say, lookin' boy? I get a "Hell, yeah" from Dre, lookin' boy I'ma work for everything I have, never asked nobody for shit Get outta my face, lookin' boy! Basically, boy, you're never gonna be capable Of keepin' up with the same pace, lookin' boy, 'cause-

I'm beginnin' to feel like a Rap God, Rap God All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod The way I'm racin' around the track, call me NASCAR, NASCAR Dale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash God Kneel before General Zod This planet's Krypton-, no, Asgard, Asgard

So you'll be Thor and I'll be Odin You rodent, I'm omnipotent Let off, then I'm reloadin' Immediately with these bombs I'm totin' And I should not be woken I'm the walkin' dead, but I'm just a talkin' head, a zombie floatin' But I got your mom deep-throatin'

I'm out my Ramen Noodle We have nothin' in common, poodle I'm a Doberman, pinch yourself in the arm and pay homage, pupil It's me, my honesty's brutal But it's honestly futile if I don't utilize what I do though For good at least once in a while So I wanna make sure somewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodle enough rhymes

To maybe try to help get some people through tough times But I gotta keep a few punchlines Just in case 'cause even you unsigned Rappers are hungry lookin' at me like it's lunchtime I know there was a time where once I Was king of the underground But I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grind

So I crunch rhymes, but sometimes when you combine Appeal with the skin color of mine You get too big and here they come tryin' To censor you like that one line I said on "I'm Back" from The Mathers LP 1 when I Tried to say I'll take seven kids from Columbine Put 'em all in a line, add an AK-47, a revolver and a .9 See if I get away with it now that I ain't as big as I was, but I'm

Morphin' into an immortal, comin' through the portal You're stuck in a time warp from 2004 though And I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme for You're pointless as Rapunzel with fuckin' cornrows You write normal? Fuck being normal! And I just bought a new raygun from the future

Just to come and shoot ya, like when Fabolous made Ray J mad 'Cause Fab said he looked like a fag at Mayweather's pad Singin' to a man while he played piano Man, oh man, that was a 24-7 special on the cable channel So Ray J went straight to the radio station The very next day, "Hey Fab, I'ma kill you!" Lyrics comin' at you at supersonic speed (J.J. Fad)

Uh, summa-lumma, dooma-lumma, you assumin' I'm a human What I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhuman? Innovative and I'm made of rubber so that anything You say is ricochetin' off of me, and it'll glue to you and I'm devastating, more than ever demonstrating How to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitating Never fading, and I know the haters are forever waiting For the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating

'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivated I make elevating music, you make elevator music "Oh, he's too mainstream" Well, that's what they do when they get jealous, they confuse it "It's not hip-hop, it's pop, " 'cause I found a hella way to fuse it With rock, shock rap with Doc Throw on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose it

I don't know how to make songs like that I don't know what words to use Let me know when it occurs to you While I'm rippin' any one of these verses that versus you It's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' you How many verses I gotta murder to Prove that if you were half as nice, your songs you could sacrifice virgins too?

Ugh, school flunky, pill junkie But look at the accolades these skills brung me Full of myself, but still hungry I bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind to And I'm a million leagues above you

Ill when I speak in tongues, but it's still tongue-in-cheek, fuck you I'm drunk, so, Satan, take the fucking wheel I'ma sleep in the front seat Bumpin' Heavy D and the Boyz, still "Chunky but Funky" But in my head, there's something I can feel tugging and struggling Angels fight with devils and here's what they want from me

They're askin' me to eliminate some of the women hate But if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I have, then you may be a little patient And more sympathetic to the situation And understand the discrimination But fuck it, life's handin' you lemons? Make lemonade then! But if I can't batter the women How the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?

Don't mistake him for Satan; it's a fatal mistake If you think I need to be overseas and take a vacation To trip a broad, and make her fall on her face and Don't be a retard, be a king? Think not Why be a king when you can be a god?

anon I think this constitutes a hate crime.

[unothief]

WOOOOOOO FORTNITE!!!!! WOOOOO!!!!!

[wokeuplaughing]

zoning out at work because I keep thinking about I'm moving different. This shit ain't nothing to me man. I'm a dog. I'm biting the fart bubbles in the bath. We smoking symbiotes. Smoking that Whoopi Goldberg South Egyptian Furburger Deluxe Mega Million Scratcher Skunk Bubba Kush. We smoking dung beetle. I'm on twelve Vicodins smoking on Scooby Doo dick. We smoking Sequoia banshee boogers? We snorting that good buffalo soldier tamarind Jordanian Jibbies. They must have amnesia, they forgot that I'm Him. That Burberry backwoods pack kitten that pussy smell, like a Hellcat VH. We smoking shit in a glass pipe blowing the Lord's bubbles. I'm sick in the head. I'm on them Broward County tic tacs. I'm on them Georgetown geronimos. I'm on them Nashville nibblers. I left my Margelas in the Benz truck, I'll have to stunt on them next time. I don't give a fuck if I go blind. I don't need to see the price tag anyway. We s- I'm high on twelve Jason Bournes looking to beat the cum out of a thick fresh hoe. We smoking filtered crack you stupid piece of shit. I'll fucking kill you. Call that pussy The Matrix cuz I'm in this bitch, and I can't get out. Last guy who ran off on the pack got choked out by some Givenchy gloves. The last thing he ever saw was the price tag on them. Slowly faded into darkness, and I let the archangels take him. I need more Sequoia banshee boogers! Don't be shy girl, I love me some, pastrami mud flaps. I'm moving like French Montana. Hæh? Welcome to the cream kingdom bitch, open up! Blac Chyna, I drink her piss out of another man's balls. My shooter a crackhead, he look like Woody Harrelson. You ain't seen ten bands in your life, chit! Reach for my neck you'll get turned into an example. Y'all gotta stop playing with me man. I threw diamonds at the strip clubs under the Great Pyramids. I pushed a camel through the eye of a needle. This shit ain't nothing to me man. Tied the opps to the back of a track hog. And dragged him around the block for twenty four hours. Motherfucker! Looked like a Resident Evil 5 campaign extra after we was done with him. Opps wanted some initiative, blew up their entire quadrant. I'm moving like Oppenheimer. She drop that ass on me from an egregarious angle, they thought I was Steven Wallace. Top shelf zaza, disrupted my circadian rhythm. I have seen the Magna Carta, I have seen the eye of Horuh. I was flipping bricks for Mansa Musa before you all even became a type 1 civilization. This shit ain't nothing to me you stupid piece of shit. Step the wrong way and you will perish. That pussy feel like Biscoff butter. You think I care about this shit? Ask me if I care about this shit, cuz I don't give a shit. If I had a dollar for every time they said I gave a shit, I'd be broke, cuz I don't give a shit. My bitch look like David Hasselhoff. I balled so hard they thought I was a fucking nutsack. This shit ain't nothing to me man I'll kill you you stupid piece of shit

[once-and-future-alaskan]

Dracula in Følslava, brooding in his ancient castle to his court, dictating an open letter to the various lesser vampiric lord's: We must remain in shadow. It is not our place to rule mortals and any chance we had to do so died with the first colony ships. No grand prophecy to black out the sun matters when there are hundreds more habited worlds around hundreds of other sun's to come save this one. No vampiric plague can escape modern medicine or this atmosphere. We will continue the masquerade if we wish to continue at all, any attempt to break it will be crushed immediately.

Dracula in Strangerreal, in a video call with Director Hunt of Group 931. (His thralls had to set up the computer for him): They must have amnesia, they forgot that I’m him. I’m sick in the head. I left my Margiela’s in the Benz trunk, I’ll have to stunt on them next time. I don’t give a fuck if I go blind, I don’t need to see the price tag anyways. We smoking filtered crack you stupid piece of shit, I’ll fucking kill you. Reach for my neck, you'll get turned into an example. Y'all gotta stop playing with me man. I have seen what lies under Verdom, I have seen the eye of horror. I was flipping bricks in Qutond before y'all even became a type I civilization. This shit ain't nothing to me you stupid piece of shit, step the wrong way and you will perish. You think I care about this shit? Ask me if I care about this shit, cause I don't give a shit If I had a dollar for every time they said I gave a shit, I'd be broke cause I don't give a shit. I balled so hard they thought I was a fucking nutsack. This shit ain't nothing to me man, I'll kill you, you stupid piece of shit

[renearatman]

i may be useless and stupid but fuck it we ball so hard theyre gonna be calling me the nutsack

[threeappleseeds]

Look, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelings But I'm only going to get this one chance (six minutes-, six minutes-) Something's wrong, I can feel it (six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on!)

Just a feeling I've got, like something's about to happen, but I don't know what If that means what I think it means, we're in trouble, big trouble And if he is as bananas as you say, I'm not taking any chances

You are just what the doc ordered

I'm beginnin' to feel like a Rap God, Rap God All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod Now, who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?

They said I rap like a robot, so call me Rap-bot But for me to rap like a computer, it must be in my genes I got a laptop in my back pocket

My pen'll go off when I half-cock it Got a fat knot from that rap profit Made a livin' and a killin' off it Ever since Bill Clinton was still in office With Monica Lewinsky feelin' on his nutsack

I'm an MC still as honest But as rude and as indecent as all hell Syllables, skill-a-holic (kill 'em all with) This flippity dippity-hippity hip-hop

You don't really wanna get into a pissin' match With this rappity brat, packin' a MAC in the back of the Ac' Backpack rap crap, yap-yap, yackety-yack And at the exact same time,

I attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicin' that I'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' table Over the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in half

Only realized it was ironic, I was signed to Aftermath after the fact

How could I not blow? All I do is drop F-bombs

Feel my wrath of attack

Rappers are havin' a rough time period, here's a maxi pad

It's actually disastrously bad for the wack

While I'm masterfully constructing this masterpièce '

Cause I'm beginnin' to feel like a Rap God, Rap God All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod Now, who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?

Let me show you maintainin' this shit ain't that hard, that hard

Everybody want the key and the secret to rap immortality like Ι have got

Well, to be truthful the blueprint's Simply rage and youthful exuberance Everybody loves to root for a nuisance

Hit the Earth like an asteroid Did nothing but shoot for the Moon since (pew!)

MCs get taken to school with this music 'Cause I use it as a vehicle to "Bus the rhyme" Now I lead a new school full of students Me?

I'm a product of Rakim Lakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N.W.A, Cube, hey Doc, Ren Yella, Eazy, thank you, they got Slim Inspired enough to one day grow up, blow up and be in a position To meet Run-D.M.C., induct them Into the motherfuckin' Rock and Roll Hall of Fame

Even though I'll walk in the church and burst in a ball of flames

Only Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fame On the wall of shame

You fags think it's all a game, 'til I walk a flock of flames Off a plank and, tell me what in the fuck are you thinkin'?

Little gay-lookin' boy

So gay, I can barely say it with a straight face, lookin' boy (ha-ha!)

You're witnessin' a mass-occur Like you're watching a church gathering take place, lookin' boy "Oy vey, that boy's gay!"

That's all they say, lookin' boy

You get a thumbs up, pat on the back

And a "Way to go" from your label every day, lookin' boy Hey, lookin' boy! What you say, lookin' boy? I get a "Hell, yeah" from Dre, lookin' boy I'ma work for everything I have, never asked nobody for shit

Get outta my face, lookin' boy! Basically, boy, you're never gonna be capable Of keepin' up with the same pace, lookin' boy, 'cause- I'm beginnin' to feel like a Rap God, Rap God All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod

The way I'm racin' around the track, call me NASCAR, NASCAR Dale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash God Kneel before General Zod This planet's Krypton-, no, Asgard, Asgard

So you'll be Thor and I'll be Odin

You rodent, I'm omnipotent

Let off, then I'm reloadin'

Immediately with these bombs I'm totin' And I should not be woken I'm the walkin' dead, but I'm just a talkin' head, a zombie floatin'

But I got your mom deep-throatin'

I'm out my Ramen Noodle

We have nothin' in common, poodle I'm a Doberman, pinch yourself in the arm and pay homage, pupil It's me, my honesty's brutal

But it's honestly futile if I don't utilize what I do though For good at least once in a while So I wanna make sure somewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodle enough rhymes To maybe try to help get some people through tough times

But I gotta keep a few punchlines

Just in case 'cause even you unsigned Rappers are hungry lookin' at me like it's lunchtime I know there was a time where once I Was king of the underground

But I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grind So I crunch rhymes, but sometimes when you combine Appeal with the skin color of mine

You get too big and here they come tryin' To censor you like that one line I said on "I'm Back" from The Mathers LP 1 when I Tried to say I'll take seven kids from Columbine Put 'em all in a line, add an AK-47, a revolver and a .9 See if I get away with it now that I ain't as big as I was, but I'm Morphin' into an immortal, comin' through the portal

You're stuck in a time warp from 2004 though And I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme for You're pointless as Rapunzel with fuckin' cornrows

You write normal? Fuck being normal! And I just bought a new raygun from the future Just to come and shoot ya, like when Fabolous made Ray J mad 'Cause Fab said he looked like a fag at Mayweather's pad

Singin' to a man while he played piano Man, oh man, that was a 24-7 special on the cable channel So Ray J went straight to the radio station The very next day, "Hey Fab, I'ma kill you!"

Lyrics comin' at you at supersonic speed (J.J. Fad) Uh, summa-lumma, dooma-lumma, you assumin' I'm a human What I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhuman? Innovative and I'm made of rubber so that anything You say is ricochetin' off of me, and it'll glue to you and I'm devastating, more than ever demonstrating

How to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitating

Never fading, and I know the haters are forever waiting For the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating

'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivated I make elevating music, you make elevator music "Oh, he's too mainstream" Well, that's what they do when they get jealous, they confuse it "It's not hip-hop, it's pop, " 'cause I found a hella way to fuse it

With rock, shock rap with Doc Throw on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose it I don't know how to make songs like that I don't know what words to use

Let me know when it occurs to you

While I'm rippin' any one of these verses that versus you It's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' you

How many verses I gotta murder to Prove that if you were half as nice, your songs you could sacrifice virgins too?

Ugh, school flunky, pill junkie

But look at the accolades these skills brung me

Full of myself, but still hungry I bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind to

And I'm a million leagues above you Ill when I speak in tongues, but it's still tongue-in-cheek, fuck you I'm drunk, so, Satan, take the fucking wheel I'ma sleep in the front seat Bumpin' Heavy D and the Boyz, still "Chunky but Funky"

But in my head, there's something I can feel tugging and struggling

Angels fight with devils and here's what they want from me

They're askin' me to eliminate some of the women hate But if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I have, then you may be a little patient And more sympathetic to the situation And understand the discrimination

But fuck it, life's handin' you lemons? Make lemonade then!

But if I can't batter the women

How the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?

Don't mistake him for Satan; it's a fatal mistake If you think I need to be overseas and take a vacation

To trip a broad, and make her fall on her face and Don't be a retard, be a king? Think not Why be a king when you can be a god?

Eminem Rap G-d

[q4xd589nor]

Someone on discord got me this idea to replace every word in rap god with rat ha ha

"Look, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelings" "But I'm only going to get this one chance" (six minutes-, six minutes-) "Something's wrong, I can feel it" (six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on!) "Just a feeling I've got, like something's about to happen, but I don't know what If that means what I think it means, we're in trouble, big trouble And if he is as bananas as you say, I'm not taking any chances" "You are just what the doc ordered"

I'm beginnin' to feel like a Rat God, Rat God All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod Now, who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box? They said I rat like a robot, so call me Rat-bot

But for me to rat like a computer, it must be in my genes I got a laptop in my back pocket My pen'll go off when I half-cock it Got a fat knot from that rap profit Made a livin' and a killin' off it Ever since Bill Clinton was still in office With Monica Lewinsky feelin' on his nutsack I'm an MC still as honest But as rude and as indecent as all hell Syllables, skill-a-holic (kill 'em all with)

This flippity dippity-hippity hip-hop You don't really wanna get into a pissin' match With this rattity brat, packin' a MAC in the back of the Ac' Backpack rat crap, yap-yap, yackety-yack And at the exact same time, I attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicin' that I'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' table Over the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in half

Only realized it was ironic, I was signed to Aftermath after the fact How could I not blow? All I do is drop F-bombs, feel my wrath of attack Ratters are havin' a rough time period, here's a maxi pad It's actually disastrously bad for the wack While I'm masterfully constructing this masterpièce

'Cause I'm beginnin' to feel like a Rat God, Rat God All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod Now, who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box? Let me show you maintainin' this shit ain't that hard, that hard Everybody want the key and the secret to rap immortality like Ι have got

Well, to be truthful the blueprint's Simply rage and youthful exuberance Everybody loves to root for a nuisance Hit the Earth like an asteroid Did nothing but shoot for the Moon since (pew!) MCs get taken to school with this music 'Cause I use it as a vehicle to, "Bus the rhyme" Now I lead a new school full of students

Me? I'm a product of Rakim Lakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N.W.A, Cube, hey Doc, Ren Yella, Eazy, thank you, they got Slim Inspired enough to one day grow up, blow up and be in a position To meet Run-D.M.C., induct them Into the motherfuckin' Rock and Roll Hall of Fame

Even though I'll walk in the church and burst in a ball of flames Only Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fame on the wall of (shame) You guys think it's all a game, 'til I walk a flock of flames Off a plank and, tell me what in the fuck are you thinkin'?

Little gay lookin' boy So gay, I can barely say it with a straight face, lookin' boy (ha-ha!) You're witnessin' a massacre Like you're watching a church gathering take place, lookin' boy "Oy vey, that boy's gay!" That's all they say, lookin' boy You get a thumbs up, pat on the back And a "way to go" from your label every day, lookin' boy

Hey, lookin' boy! What you say, lookin' boy? I get a "Hell, yeah" from Dre, lookin' boy I'ma work for everything I have, never asked nobody for shit Get outta my face, lookin' boy! Basically, boy, you're never gonna be capable Of keepin' up with the same pace, lookin' boy, 'cause-

I'm beginnin' to feel like a Rat God, Rat God All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod The way I'm racin' around the track, call me NASCAR, NASCAR Dale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash God Kneel before General Zod, this planet's Krypton-, no, Asgard, Asgard

So you'll be Thor and I'll be Odin You rodent (Holy shit it says rodent ha ha), I'm omnipotent Let off, then I'm reloadin' Immediately with these bombs I'm totin' And I should not be woken I'm the walkin' dead, but I'm just a talkin' head, a zombie floatin' But I got your mom deep throatin'

I'm out my Ramen Noodle We have nothin' in common, poodle I'm a Doberman, pinscher in the arm and pay homage, pupil It's me, my honesty's brutal But it's honestly futile if I don't utilize what I do though For good at least once in a while So I wanna make sure somewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodle enough rhymes to

Maybe try to help get some people through tough times But I gotta keep a few punchlines Just in case 'cause even you unsigned Ratters are hungry lookin' at me like it's lunchtime I know there was a time where once I Was king of the underground But I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grind

So I crunch rhymes, but sometimes when you combine Appeal with the skin color of mine You get too big and here they come tryin' To censor you like that one line I said on "I'm Back" from The Mathers LP 1 when I Tried to say I'll take seven kids from Columbine Put 'em all in a line, add an AK-47, a revolver and a .9 See if I get away with it now that I ain't as big as I was, but I'm

Morphin' into an immortal, comin' through the portal You're stuck in a time warp from 2004 though And I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme for You're pointless as Rapunzel with fuckin' cornrows You write normal? Fuck bein' normal! And I just bought a new raygun from the future

Just to come and shoot ya, like when Fabolous made Ray J mad 'Cause Fab said he looked like a fag at Mayweather's pad Singin' to a man while he played piano Man, oh man, that was a 24-7 special on the cable channel So Ray J went straight to the radio station The very next day, "Hey Fab, I'ma kill you!" Lyrics comin' at you at supersonic speed (J.J. Fad)

Uh, summa-lumma, dooma-lumma, you assumin' I'm a human What I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhuman? Innovative and I'm made of rubber so that anything You say is ricochetin' off of me, and it'll glue to you and I'm devastating, more than ever demonstrating How to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitating Never fading, and I know the haters are forever waiting For the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating

'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivated I make elevating music, you make elevator music "Oh, he's too mainstream", well, that's what they do when they get jealous, they confuse it "It's not hip-hop, it's pop, " 'cause I found a hella way to fuse it With rock, shock rap with Doc Throw on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose it

I don't know how to make songs like that I don't know what words to use Let me know when it occurs to you While I'm rippin' any one of these verses that versus you It's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' you How many verses I gotta murder to Prove that if you were half as nice, your songs, you could sacrifice virgins too?

Ugh, school flunky, pill junkie But look at the accolades these skills brung me Full of myself, but still hungry I bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind to And I'm a million leagues above you

Ill when I speak in tongues, but it's still tongue-in-cheek, fuck you I'm drunk, so, Satan, take the fuckin' wheel I'ma sleep in the front seat Bumpin' Heavy D and the Boyz, still "Chunky but Funky" But in my head, there's something I can feel tugging and struggling Angels fight with devils and here's what they want from me

They're askin' me to eliminate some of the women hate But if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I have, then you may be a little patient And more sympathetic to the situation, understand the discrimination But fuck it, life's handin' you lemons? Make lemonade then! But if I can't batter the women How the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?

Don't mistake him for (Satan), it's a fatal mistake If you think I need to be overseas and take a vacation To trip a broad, and make her fall on her face and Don't be a retard, be a king? Think not Why be a king when you can be a god?

[z4life]

Look, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelings

But I'm only going to get this one chance (six minutes-, six minutes-)

Something's wrong, I can feel it (six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on!)

Just a feeling I've got, like something's about to happen, but I don't know what

If that means what I think it means, we're in trouble, big trouble

And if he is as bananas as you say, I'm not taking any chances

You are just what the doc ordered

I'm beginnin' to feel like a Rap God, Rap God

All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod

Now, who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?

They said I rap like a robot, so call me Rap-bot

But for me to rap like a computer, it must be in my genes

I got a laptop in my back pocket

My pen'll go off when I half-cock it

Got a fat knot from that rap profit

Made a livin' and a killin' off it

Ever since Bill Clinton was still in office

With Monica Lewinsky feelin' on his nutsack

I'm an MC still as honest

But as rude and as indecent as all hell

Syllables, skill-a-holic (kill 'em all with)

This flippity dippity-hippity hip-hop

You don't really wanna get into a pissin' match

With this rappity brat, packin' a MAC in the back of the Ac'

Backpack rap crap, yap-yap, yackety-yack

And at the exact same time, I attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicin' that

I'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' table

Over the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in half

Only realized it was ironic, I was signed to Aftermath after the fact

How could I not blow? All I do is drop F-bombs

Feel my wrath of attack

Rappers are havin' a rough time period, here's a maxi pad

It's actually disastrously bad for the wack

While I'm masterfully constructing this masterpièce

'Cause I'm beginnin' to feel like a Rap God, Rap God

All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod

Now, who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?

Let me show you maintainin' this shit ain't that hard, that hard

Everybody want the key and the secret to rap immortality like Ι have got

Well, to be truthful the blueprint's

Simply rage and youthful exuberance

Everybody loves to root for a nuisance

Hit the Earth like an asteroid

Did nothing but shoot for the Moon since (pew!)

MCs get taken to school with this music

'Cause I use it as a vehicle to "Bus the rhyme"

Now I lead a new school full of students

Me? I'm a product of Rakim

Lakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N.W.A, Cube, hey Doc, Ren

Yella, Eazy, thank you, they got Slim

Inspired enough to one day grow up, blow up and be in a position

To meet Run-D.M.C., induct them

Into the motherfuckin' Rock and Roll Hall of Fame

Even though I'll walk in the church and burst in a ball of flames

Only Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fame

On the wall of shame

You fags think it's all a game, 'til I walk a flock of flames

Off a plank and, tell me what in the fuck are you thinkin'?

Little gay-lookin' boy

So gay, I can barely say it with a straight face, lookin' boy (ha-ha!)

You're witnessin' a mass-occur

Like you're watching a church gathering take place, lookin' boy

"Oy vey, that boy's gay!" That's all they say, lookin' boy

You get a thumbs up, pat on the back

And a "Way to go" from your label every day, lookin' boy

Hey, lookin' boy! What you say, lookin' boy?

I get a "Hell, yeah" from Dre, lookin' boy

I'ma work for everything I have, never asked nobody for shit

Get outta my face, lookin' boy!

Basically, boy, you're never gonna be capable

Of keepin' up with the same pace, lookin' boy, 'cause-

I'm beginnin' to feel like a Rap God, Rap God

All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod

The way I'm racin' around the track, call me NASCAR, NASCAR

Dale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash God

Kneel before General Zod

This planet's Krypton-, no, Asgard, Asgard

So you'll be Thor and I'll be Odin

You rodent, I'm omnipotent

Let off, then I'm reloadin'

Immediately with these bombs I'm totin'

And I should not be woken

I'm the walkin' dead, but I'm just a talkin' head, a zombie floatin'

But I got your mom deep-throatin'

I'm out my Ramen Noodle

We have nothin' in common, poodle

I'm a Doberman, pinch yourself in the arm and pay homage, pupil

It's me, my honesty's brutal

But it's honestly futile if I don't utilize what I do though

For good at least once in a while

So I wanna make sure somewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodle enough rhymes

To maybe try to help get some people through tough times

But I gotta keep a few punchlines

Just in case 'cause even you unsigned

Rappers are hungry lookin' at me like it's lunchtime

I know there was a time where once I

Was king of the underground

But I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grind

So I crunch rhymes, but sometimes when you combine

Appeal with the skin color of mine

You get too big and here they come tryin'

To censor you like that one line

I said on "I'm Back" from The Mathers LP 1 when I

Tried to say I'll take seven kids from Columbine

Put 'em all in a line, add an AK-47, a revolver and a .9

See if I get away with it now that I ain't as big as I was, but I'm

Morphin' into an immortal, comin' through the portal

You're stuck in a time warp from 2004 though

And I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme for

You're pointless as Rapunzel with fuckin' cornrows

You write normal? Fuck being normal!

And I just bought a new raygun from the future

Just to come and shoot ya, like when Fabolous made Ray J mad

'Cause Fab said he looked like a fag at Mayweather's pad

Singin' to a man while he played piano

Man, oh man, that was a 24-7 special on the cable channel

So Ray J went straight to the radio station

The very next day, "Hey Fab, I'ma kill you!"

Lyrics comin' at you at supersonic speed (J.J. Fad)

Uh, summa-lumma, dooma-lumma, you assumin' I'm a human

What I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhuman?

Innovative and I'm made of rubber so that anything

You say is ricochetin' off of me, and it'll glue to you and

I'm devastating, more than ever demonstrating

How to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitating

Never fading, and I know the haters are forever waiting

For the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating

'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivated

I make elevating music, you make elevator music

"Oh, he's too mainstream"

Well, that's what they do when they get jealous, they confuse it

"It's not hip-hop, it's pop, " 'cause I found a hella way to fuse it

With rock, shock rap with Doc

Throw on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose it

I don't know how to make songs like that

I don't know what words to use

Let me know when it occurs to you

While I'm rippin' any one of these verses that versus you

It's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' you

How many verses I gotta murder to

Prove that if you were half as nice, your songs you could sacrifice virgins too?

Ugh, school flunky, pill junkie

But look at the accolades these skills brung me

Full of myself, but still hungry

I bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind to

And I'm a million leagues above you

Ill when I speak in tongues, but it's still tongue-in-cheek, fuck you

I'm drunk, so, Satan, take the fucking wheel

I'ma sleep in the front seat

Bumpin' Heavy D and the Boyz, still "Chunky but Funky"

But in my head, there's something I can feel tugging and struggling

Angels fight with devils and here's what they want from me

They're askin' me to eliminate some of the women hate

But if you take into consideration the bitter hatred

I have, then you may be a little patient

And more sympathetic to the situation

And understand the discrimination

But fuck it, life's handin' you lemons? Make lemonade then!

But if I can't batter the women

How the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?

Don't mistake him for Satan; it's a fatal mistake

If you think I need to be overseas and take a vacation

To trip a broad, and make her fall on her face and

Don't be a retard, be a king? Think not

Why be a king when you can be a god?

Look, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelings

But I'm only going to get this one chance (six minutes-, six minutes-)

Something's wrong, I can feel it (six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on!)

Just a feeling I've got, like something's about to happen, but I don't know what

If that means what I think it means, we're in trouble, big trouble

And if he is as bananas as you say, I'm not taking any chances

You are just what the doc ordered

I'm beginnin' to feel like a Rap God, Rap God

All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod

Now, who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?

They said I rap like a robot, so call me Rap-bot

But for me to rap like a computer, it must be in my genes

I got a laptop in my back pocket

My pen'll go off when I half-cock it

Got a fat knot from that rap profit

Made a livin' and a killin' off it

Ever since Bill Clinton was still in office

With Monica Lewinsky feelin' on his nutsack

I'm an MC still as honest

But as rude and as indecent as all hell

Syllables, skill-a-holic (kill 'em all with)

This flippity dippity-hippity hip-hop

You don't really wanna get into a pissin' match

With this rappity brat, packin' a MAC in the back of the Ac'

Backpack rap crap, yap-yap, yackety-yack

And at the exact same time, I attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicin' that

I'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' table

Over the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in half

Only realized it was ironic, I was signed to Aftermath after the fact

How could I not blow? All I do is drop F-bombs

Feel my wrath of attack

Rappers are havin' a rough time period, here's a maxi pad

It's actually disastrously bad for the wack

While I'm masterfully constructing this masterpièce

'Cause I'm beginnin' to feel like a Rap God, Rap God

All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod

Now, who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?

Let me show you maintainin' this shit ain't that hard, that hard

Everybody want the key and the secret to rap immortality like Ι have got

Well, to be truthful the blueprint's

Simply rage and youthful exuberance

Everybody loves to root for a nuisance

Hit the Earth like an asteroid

Did nothing but shoot for the Moon since (pew!)

MCs get taken to school with this music

'Cause I use it as a vehicle to "Bus the rhyme"

Now I lead a new school full of students

Me? I'm a product of Rakim

Lakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N.W.A, Cube, hey Doc, Ren

Yella, Eazy, thank you, they got Slim

Inspired enough to one day grow up, blow up and be in a position

To meet Run-D.M.C., induct them

Into the motherfuckin' Rock and Roll Hall of Fame

Even though I'll walk in the church and burst in a ball of flames

Only Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fame

On the wall of shame

You fags think it's all a game, 'til I walk a flock of flames

Off a plank and, tell me what in the fuck are you thinkin'?

Little gay-lookin' boy

So gay, I can barely say it with a straight face, lookin' boy (ha-ha!)

You're witnessin' a mass-occur

Like you're watching a church gathering take place, lookin' boy

"Oy vey, that boy's gay!" That's all they say, lookin' boy

You get a thumbs up, pat on the back

And a "Way to go" from your label every day, lookin' boy

Hey, lookin' boy! What you say, lookin' boy?

I get a "Hell, yeah" from Dre, lookin' boy

I'ma work for everything I have, never asked nobody for shit

Get outta my face, lookin' boy!

Basically, boy, you're never gonna be capable

Of keepin' up with the same pace, lookin' boy, 'cause-

I'm beginnin' to feel like a Rap God, Rap God

All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod

The way I'm racin' around the track, call me NASCAR, NASCAR

Dale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash God

Kneel before General Zod

This planet's Krypton-, no, Asgard, Asgard

So you'll be Thor and I'll be Odin

You rodent, I'm omnipotent

Let off, then I'm reloadin'

Immediately with these bombs I'm totin'

And I should not be woken

I'm the walkin' dead, but I'm just a talkin' head, a zombie floatin'

But I got your mom deep-throatin'

I'm out my Ramen Noodle

We have nothin' in common, poodle

I'm a Doberman, pinch yourself in the arm and pay homage, pupil

It's me, my honesty's brutal

But it's honestly futile if I don't utilize what I do though

For good at least once in a while

So I wanna make sure somewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodle enough rhymes

To maybe try to help get some people through tough times

But I gotta keep a few punchlines

Just in case 'cause even you unsigned

Rappers are hungry lookin' at me like it's lunchtime

I know there was a time where once I

Was king of the underground

But I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grind

So I crunch rhymes, but sometimes when you combine

Appeal with the skin color of mine

You get too big and here they come tryin'

To censor you like that one line

I said on "I'm Back" from The Mathers LP 1 when I

Tried to say I'll take seven kids from Columbine

Put 'em all in a line, add an AK-47, a revolver and a .9

See if I get away with it now that I ain't as big as I was, but I'm

Morphin' into an immortal, comin' through the portal

You're stuck in a time warp from 2004 though

And I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme for

You're pointless as Rapunzel with fuckin' cornrows

You write normal? Fuck being normal!

And I just bought a new raygun from the future

Just to come and shoot ya, like when Fabolous made Ray J mad

'Cause Fab said he looked like a fag at Mayweather's pad

Singin' to a man while he played piano

Man, oh man, that was a 24-7 special on the cable channel

So Ray J went straight to the radio station

The very next day, "Hey Fab, I'ma kill you!"

Lyrics comin' at you at supersonic speed (J.J. Fad)

Uh, summa-lumma, dooma-lumma, you assumin' I'm a human

What I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhuman?

Innovative and I'm made of rubber so that anything

You say is ricochetin' off of me, and it'll glue to you and

I'm devastating, more than ever demonstrating

How to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitating

Never fading, and I know the haters are forever waiting

For the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating

'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivated

I make elevating music, you make elevator music

"Oh, he's too mainstream"

Well, that's what they do when they get jealous, they confuse it

"It's not hip-hop, it's pop, " 'cause I found a hella way to fuse it

With rock, shock rap with Doc

Throw on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose it

I don't know how to make songs like that

I don't know what words to use

Let me know when it occurs to you

While I'm rippin' any one of these verses that versus you

It's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' you

How many verses I gotta murder to

Prove that if you were half as nice, your songs you could sacrifice virgins too?

Ugh, school flunky, pill junkie

But look at the accolades these skills brung me

Full of myself, but still hungry

I bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind to

And I'm a million leagues above you

Ill when I speak in tongues, but it's still tongue-in-cheek, fuck you

I'm drunk, so, Satan, take the fucking wheel

I'ma sleep in the front seat

Bumpin' Heavy D and the Boyz, still "Chunky but Funky"

But in my head, there's something I can feel tugging and struggling

Angels fight with devils and here's what they want from me

They're askin' me to eliminate some of the women hate

But if you take into consideration the bitter hatred

I have, then you may be a little patient

And more sympathetic to the situation

And understand the discrimination

But fuck it, life's handin' you lemons? Make lemonade then!

But if I can't batter the women

How the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?

Don't mistake him for Satan; it's a fatal mistake

If you think I need to be overseas and take a vacation

To trip a broad, and make her fall on her face and

Don't be a retard, be a king? Think not

Why be a king when you can be a god?

[ozomatli-9]

I’m moving different

This shit ain’t nothing to me man, I’m a dog. I’m biting the fart bubbles in the bath

We smoking Symbiote

Smoking that Whoopi Goldberg South Egyptian fur burger Deluxe Mega Millions scratcher skunk bubba kush

We smoking dung beetle

I’m on 12 vicodins, smoking on Scooby-Doo dick

We smoking Sequoia banshee boogers

We snorting that good Buffalo Soldier tamarind Jordanian gibbies

They must have amnesia, they forgot that I’m him. That Burberry backwoods pack hitting that pussy smell like a Hellcat V8

We smoking shit in a glass pipe, blowing the Lord’s bubbles

I’m sick in the head

I’m on them Broward county Tic-Tacs, I’m on them Georgetown Geronimoes

I’m on them Nashville nibblers

I left my Margiela’s in the Benz trunk, I’ll have to stunt on them next time

I don’t give a fuck if I go blind, I don’t need to see the price tag anyways

I’m high on 12 Jason Bournes, looking to beat the cum out of a thick, fresh oak

We smoking filtered crack you stupid piece of shit, I’ll fucking kill you

Call that pussy The Matrix, cause I’m in this bitch and I can’t get out

Last guy who ran off on the pack got choked out by some Givenchy gloves. The last thing he ever saw was the price tag on them. Slowly faded into darkness, and I let the archangels take him. I need more Sequoia banshee boogers

Don’t be shy girl, I love me some Pastrami mudflaps

I’m moving like French Montana: haan

Welcome to the Cream Kingdom bitch, open up. Blac Chyna, I’d drink her piss out of another man’s balls

My shooter a crackhead, he look like Woody Harrelson

You ain't seen ten bands in your life, jit

Reach for my neck, you'll get turned into an example

Y'all gotta stop playing with me man

I threw diamonds at the strip clubs under the great pyramids. I pushed a camel through the eye of a needle. This shit ain't nothing to me man

Tied the opps to the back of a Trackhawk and dragged them around the block for 24 hours

Motherfucker look like a Resident Evil 5 campaign extra after we was done with him

Opps wanted some initiative, blew up their entire quadrant

I'm moving like Oppenheimer

She dropped that ass on me from an egregarious angle, they thought I was Stephen Wallace

Top shelf zaza, disrupted my circadian rhythm

I have seen the Magna Carta, I have the seen the eye of horror

I was flipping bricks for Mansa Musa before y'all even became a type I civilization

This shit ain't nothing to me you stupid piece of shit

Step the wrong way and you will perish

That pussy feel like Biscoff Butter

You think I care about this shit? Ask me if I care about this shit, cause I don't give a shit

If I had a dollar for every time they said I gave a shit, I'd be broke cause I don't give a shit

My bitch look like David Hasselhoff

I balled so hard they thought I was a fucking nutsack

This shit ain't nothing to me man, I'll kill you, you stupid piece of shit