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RND poems
ٶȻhriʂ:
--- Quote from: Peetah on June 11, 2011, 09:30:32 PM ---Yehhh,,
Uh
Uh
Yeh
Aw
Yeh
Motherfucker
Ganster Rap
Awwwww YEhhhhhhh
Break.
--- End quote ---
yo on the block with ma niggas
nigga nigga nigga nigga nigga
WHOU NIGGAAAAAH
Hitman:
Yeah, mother fucker
sup nigga
Gangsta Rap nigga.
Nigga
Nigga x7, im %100 nigga
Nigga x7, im %200 nigga
Nigga x7, why do police hate niggas?
Nigga x7, they hate us cause our dicks is bigga
Nigga x7, why you call yourself a nigga?
Nigga x7, cause im a mother fucking nigga!
Nigga x7, why you drink so much beer?
Nigga x7, I dont drink beer, I drink malt liquor
Cause im a nigga!
Im a mother fuckin nigga man, I aint all that african american shit
Fuck that im a nigga, I aint mixed Im a nigga
N-I-G-G-A, nigga, you already know
Nigga x7, why you eat so much chicken?
Nigga x7, why won't you make it in my kitchen?
Nigga x7, why you call them hoes bitches?
Nigga x7, cause them hoes is bitches!
Nigga x7, why you stay in the hood?
Nigga x7, cause I dont like livin by peckerwoods
Nigga x7, why you aint got no job?
Nigga x7, seven dollars all wont feed me dog
Nigga x7, why yo pants gotta sag?
Nigga x7, cause hand-me-downs downs is all a nigga has!
Nigga x7, why you scared to go to court?
Shit, cause the judge look just like that put our ass on the boat and made me a nigga
Mama Rag is a nigga
Durag is a nigga
Ballstics is a nigga
And I'm Uretha's nigga
Nigga!
Frank:
--- Quote from: Lily ♥ on June 07, 2011, 02:53:56 PM ---this is really gay.
That's all im gonna say.
--- End quote ---
I'm really gay.
I'm still really gay.
Dale Feles:
--- Quote from: Petruchio on June 12, 2011, 01:30:42 PM ---I'm really gay.
I'm still really gay.
--- End quote ---
Spoiler (click to show/hide)No offense or anything lol
·UηİŦ··:
--- Quote from: Petruchio on June 12, 2011, 01:30:42 PM ---I'm really gay.
I'm still really gay.
--- End quote ---
Everytime I read this I imagine someone saying it out loud nonchalantly.
Lol'd.
Spoiler (click to show/hide)It was all a dream
I used to read Word Up magazine
Salt'n'Pepa and Heavy D up in the limousine
Hangin' pictures on my wall
Every Saturday Rap Attack, Mr. Magic, Marley Marl
I let my tape rock 'til my tape popped
Smokin' weed and bamboo, sippin' on private stock
Way back, when I had the red and black lumberjack
With the hat to match
Remember Rappin' Duke, duh-ha, duh-ha
You never thought that hip hop would take it this far
Now I'm in the limelight 'cause I rhyme tight
Time to get paid, blow up like the World Trade
Born sinner, the opposite of a winner
Remember when I used to eat sardines for dinner
Peace to Ron G, Brucey B, Kid Capri
Funkmaster Flex, Lovebug Starsky
I'm blowin' up like you thought I would
Call the crib, same number same hood
It's all good
...
Uh, and if you don't know, now you know, nigga.
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