Got me a new pimp cane.
Stroll in on the deuce deuce nines, baby!
Feelin' funk out yo' mind, all the time, like 24 hour news
The Crunk won't quit.
So leave a few funky words.
A lil' somethin' somethin' Crunktastic taped underneath yo' seats.
And step in line to feel yo' ass get blasted by my Crunk Juice stance.
Right on!
Post it, baby!
post while you are crunk thread
2Minister of Crunk wrote:Got me a new pimp cane.
Stroll in on the deuce deuce nines, baby!
Feelin' funk out yo' mind, all the time, like 24 hour news
The Crunk won't quit.
So leave a few funky words.
A lil' somethin' somethin' Crunktastic taped underneath yo' seats.
And step in line to feel yo' ass get blasted by my Crunk Juice stance.
Right on!
Post it, baby!
Meh! Hey Asshole!
You theenk you leeve een castle?!
Stop leave goddamn cane in hallway, sheet!
My nana trip, and break one feet.
You need wash you pants, they derty
You only 21, look over thirty.
Crunk man always try to have new tricks!
Your broken weendow?, I no fix.
You ask me, "Shady L, you get money I sent?"
I say, "You liar M. Crunk, pay goddamn rent!"
Asshole!
Asshole!!! Meh.
R.F.F. wrote:The landlord almost always wins.
post while you are crunk thread
4mr. sizurp says:
i rock a chain of plat nuggets, roll 8 million deep
what i drop so heavy, it break the street
cold stash you in my billfold with no second thought
could give a fuck 'bout a line 'tween entertainment and art
intoxicate the world like a deluge of drank
spent a couple bills on master p's platinum tank
tricked it out nice with them sweet sweet rims
10 subwoofers, you can't escape the din
i rock a chain of plat nuggets, roll 8 million deep
what i drop so heavy, it break the street
cold stash you in my billfold with no second thought
could give a fuck 'bout a line 'tween entertainment and art
intoxicate the world like a deluge of drank
spent a couple bills on master p's platinum tank
tricked it out nice with them sweet sweet rims
10 subwoofers, you can't escape the din
post while you are crunk thread
5Ah, rapping from the streets. Here's the intro to my rap about pudding pops:
"Yes."
"You fucked up when you opened that freezer."
*Bang* *Bang*
"That's right, byatch. Ain't no m.f.'n pudding pops in the house."
Then, there's some hard gangsta beats, and that strange repetitive piano sound. Then, over that, I go into:
"Smack/Butts -
Smells like fudge & nuts.
It's freeky.
Like the plastic ring on my pinkie.
I'm creepey.
Think I eat pops?!
You're stinky.
I'm the littlest elf.
Straight off the shelf - you see me?
I'm out there in your yard
takin' a leekey."
And now, I'm OUT for real.
"Yes."
"You fucked up when you opened that freezer."
*Bang* *Bang*
"That's right, byatch. Ain't no m.f.'n pudding pops in the house."
Then, there's some hard gangsta beats, and that strange repetitive piano sound. Then, over that, I go into:
"Smack/Butts -
Smells like fudge & nuts.
It's freeky.
Like the plastic ring on my pinkie.
I'm creepey.
Think I eat pops?!
You're stinky.
I'm the littlest elf.
Straight off the shelf - you see me?
I'm out there in your yard
takin' a leekey."
And now, I'm OUT for real.