Black Sheep wrote:
Woke up, didn't choke up
Saw my AK, it was broke up
Put it together like a jigsaw
Got my nine, and my Rambo knife off the floor
Went to the bathroom, and beat the rush
Yo, who the fuck used my toothbrush?
Went to my sister's room, yo bitch, wake up
You stupid ass, dirty ass, nasty ass slut
Shot her in the leg, shot her in the thigh
Kick her in the pussy and punched her in the eye
Slapped her in the head, stepped on her corn
Don't fuck with my bitch, word is born
Went downstairs to eat wit my folks
Ma, you broke the fuckin' egg yoke
Punch her in the chest, it got on her cheek
Then I did a sweep, knocked the bitch off her feet
Knee to the pussy, kick to the skull
AK y'all shot the bitch in the temple
Pop got mad 'cause mom got licked
I didn't give a fuck so I shot him in the dick
Hungry as fuck, said my grace
Pop kept screamin' so I shot him in the face
Ate my food, found my coat
Mailman came so I cut his mother fuckin' throat
Waitin' for the mother fuckin' school bus
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo Dres, yo Dres
Wake up man, wake up
What's wrong with you man
Yo, I had a mother fuckin' dream, man
What the fuck was the dream about Gee?
I dreamed that I was hard
Erick Sermon & Parrish Smith wrote:Good morning Mr. Bozack, time to wake up the nuts
(For what) to hit the shower, so I can wash the butt
Damn (Last night was crazy) word life, I had a blast
It was ass for days, nuts had a full tank of gas
Golly, G, word P, tits and VD
Pussy kicking louder than my Alpine Benzi, box
Yes, I fresh, sweet like gumdrops
Pay me like Oprah and no one to cockblock
Slow down big fella (why) I think you're gassing me
P, get off my big dick, chill, stop harrassing me
Your dick, you mean my dick and don't forget
Now let me scrub that head because it smells like fish
Mr. Bozack (repeat 2X)
That's your fault, black (explain) no jim hat
You got in some fly shit and stuck me in bear back
Smarty, what happened over there at the party
Was it Vodka and smeared on a bit of Bacardi
No dick (don't call me that) sorry Mr. Bozack
But you didn't help, talking bout (where the hoes at)
I was hard (how hard) hard enuff to buck
(Shit, you didn't rush the pussy) see, I stuffed her like a duck
Mr. Bozack (what) you went out like a sucker
Not me, G, P, cuz you the one who bucked her
Hachoo (God bless you) damn, here's a tissue
Yo, P I'm feeling sick
Relax, what can I get you, Tetracycline
No a penicillin cap, it burns
Yo, chill Mr. Bozack
No, I can't believe that (cool Jack) screw that
All you had to do was wear a jim hat
I reached for one, but didn't quite make it
She grabbed on your head piece, I couldn't quite take it
Now lounge Mr. Bozack, stop cryin like a wuss
Now bone up the nuts, g, cuz yo, there's more puss
Look, P, the B-O-Z is like Audi
Audi like who
Motherfuckin Kurt Gowdy
It's the jim... owwww, it burns
Don't worry, G, I'll have ya hooked up on Friday
We'll go get the shot real quick
Everything will be copestetic
Oh what the hell all, got to stab this hoe cake right?
capnreverb wrote:It seems like most of the posts of favorite rhymes are dudes bragging or boasting about this or that. Who the fuck likes someone that brags on and on?
I'm ac/dc, and i rock hard
sucker bands
made of lard...........
bon scott wrote:
Well I worked real hard and bought myself
A rock 'n' roll guitar
I gotta be on top some day
I wanna be a star
I can see my name in lights
And I can see the queue
I got the devil in my blood
Tellin' me what to do
bon scott also wrote:Well if you're lookin' for trouble
I'm the man to see
If you're lookin' for satisfaction
I'm satisfaction guaranteed
I'm as cool as a body on ice
Or hotter than a rollin' dice
Send you to heaven
Take you to hell
I ain't foolin'
Can't you tell
I'm a live wire
Gonna set this town on fire
dude also wrote:'Cause I'm T.N.T. I'm dynamite
T.N.T. and I'll win the fight
T.N.T. I'm a power load
T.N.T. watch me explode
I'm dirty, mean and mighty unclean
I'm a wanted man
Public enemy number one
Understand
So lock up your daughter
Lock up your wife
Lock up your back door
And run for your life
The man is back in town
Don't you mess me 'round
the following year he wrote:We've got the biggest balls of them all!
I am hot
And when I'm not
I'm cold as ice,
Get out of my way,
Step aside
Or pay the price
Aesop Rock - Nickel Plated Pockets wrote:Bitterness Love & Violence. I'm writing a petition to have smoking a a sport in the 2002 Summer Olympic Games, wanna sign it?
Del The Funky Homosapien - If You Must wrote:It's important to practice good hygiene
At least if you wanna run with my team
I'm bout to get into some shit that I've seen
This fool's breath, I mean so bad it'll melt your ice cream
They say don't say nothing if you can't say nice things
Sittin too close to him it burned(?) like my eyes sting
I try to be subtle, hand him a stick of gum
I was a victim of breath on him
Running his yap about what sets he from
Gotta get some gum gotta get him some
He turned it down, his teeth was brown
Excruciating for him and it was a new sensation
I had to ask the dope to pass the soap
Cuz his toe had the sniff of crustaceans
Or bathrooms in a bus station
He had a can of Olde E and some raisins
Amazing... head to toe B.O.
He didn't know, used to the fragrance
Just as the days went without bathing
He felt manly and not like a maiden
He had one dread, and fungus
Said he worked on peoples' toilets with plungers
Girls let the guy you were with ????
So guys take your cue from this number
[CHORUS] (x2)
You gotta wash your ass, if you must
You gotta wash your hair, if you must
You gotta brush your teeth, if you must
Or else you'll be funkyyyyyyyy
Now at class you need total concentration
But there's kids in the back holdin conversations
Crackin on each other, and neither were poster boys
Both of em smell like the type that soap avoids
Coast and Joy, they leave their absence
One's fool's feet smelled like it struck some matchsticks
Brimstone, girls would never bring him home
I was laughin, then his friend raised his tone
And said, "Bud(?) you rolled all over yourself" "yeaaa"
I know some people your ass should be submerged
Like you need to deal with water cuz you smell like a turd
Wanna cap get some courage, your feet smell lurid
Well look it up
And while you're at it, get a cup
And squeeze the sweat out your sweatshirt and drink it or gargle
You get our vote for most stinkiest
That nigga started thinkin of shit, said I was frail
I said he was stale
Underarms is ripe
Undergarments tight, about to leap out your holy sweats
And we holdin bets, and after this I'm gonna collect
Nigga check, yourself
Respect yourself
And wash your mothafuckin body 'fore your sweatshirt melt
Like radioactive, no lady find you attractive
The funk got you captive
You don't need a map bitch
[CHORUS] (x2)
You gotta wash your ass, if you must
You gotta wash your hair, if you must
You gotta brush your teeth, if you must
Or else you'll be funkyyyyyyyy