The Free, Unused Rap Lyric Compedium: Entry 1
Terms of Use: You (50 Cent, or other ‘rapper’) agree to use the following lyrics on one of your multiplatinum albums. If you do so, you agree to come visit me at work, perform a 30 minute set in the cafeteria and take a picture with me. Trust me: after seeing the following rhymes, how could you resist?
You ain’t rich, I just don’t buy it.
You got less bread than the Atkins Diet.
Thank you for your time and consideration.
Dont hype to me cause i will end you,
if you think ur bad then i will show u,
you aint no eminem your bars are shit,
you mans are gay aint getting no clit,
got mans standing up with me in pride,
i’ve smashed your bars as easy as china,
now im getting ready to glide,
some mans will say that im talking shit,
but my real bredders no what im saying,
they no when i spit i aint playing,
u people up there are sik u got guts,
not like those fake guys that dont no what they saying,
cause after the guy walks away from me he has cuts,
7 left hooks and a right to the nose,
this guy is noe stumped,
his eyes beggining to close,
StyleZ is repping me we like bros,
dont be letting ur butterz girl on me when really there hoes!
Alright, alright. I have seen a bunch of wack nappies trying to rap that can’t even spell, So I don’t know what the fuck they are rapping about.
Here we go.. I’ll spit.
When I spit my flow
It’s like a fucking volcano.
Man my shit’s hot and fast
man all your shit is slow.
So just keep talkin shit.
Go ‘head throw some sticks and stones
I’m like the atom bomb.
All I leave is fucking bones.
I spread my lyrics like venereal diseases.
and all you niggas just being fucking phecisias.
Fuck with me? I don’t think so.
Bitch I will destroy your species.
You gonna need some blood.
Cause my rhymes stickin like leeches.
I’m rolling up this blunted kush.
It’s got me stutterin like Bush.
I’ll live forever, holy grail.
I won’t see you cunts in hell.
When all else fails
I don’t.
When you get drove by
I won’t.
When you see that gun
Capone.
I’m bout that mustard like
Dijon.
My label is unkown.
Cause I’m not a fucking drone.
You had enough, motherfucker?
Well I’m not done.
So hold the phone.
peace.
yo, yeah, i may be white and live in a park, but life is great, yo, im living like a spark, fuse is blown out, everything seems shitty but look at you, yo you cant rap fo fity, yeah, look at me now im doin good, but i just started fool, i aint even in da hood, dis is Canada, no guns, no gangs, so take yo shit somewere else, and find a new place ta hang! just cuz i aint black, dont mean i cant rap, but listen to dis son, dis aint no hack, its all natural bitch, im da king, you just small time, yo anotha stepping stone fo my rhymes, working my way to the top, and you can just flop back down on yo couch, and start writing some real rhymes, look at you, your just another Vanilla Ice, a wannabe rapper, but keep praying to crist, he’ll help you, but its highly unlikely, i mean, im white and im kicking yo ass, this is you rappin “blagh gidy blagh gidy blah blah blah, i like to fuck ma own ma, blagh gidy blagh gidy blah blah blah, and i think i just rhymed, hurrah!” And im supposed to understand that? yo, go end yo life with dis gat, BLAM!
Hey im new to the whole rap lyric thing and im trying to start off on writin some awesome lyrics so if you can help me out give me a tip or send me some lyrics credits all yours btw so yeah thanks.
Email : Saphire_rose2@hotmail.com
And you guys are fuckin awesome lyric creators
now i know you shit mc’s wannu no my secret,and u got the slightest bit of intrest
and im so hardcore they need 20 pigs from the force to get me a citizens arrest
i am like the biggest, baddest, hardest, and the strongest eva crook
and i sware if u tattle on me you are guna get more hits than facebook
they spell my name by the capitals for S.P.Y.D.E.R
because i am a hard grime spittin true rider.
bbbbooooommmmm!!!!!!!!!!
Sitting here reading this shit compared to yours/
all i see is loser and everythang, and fuck em whores/
you people got no sense of humour to read and write/
all im doing is sitting here thinking real quick what to type/
Nothing but a bitchass, punkass, muthafuckafucka crooked ass nigga/
who was all alil bitch who was scared to pull da trigga/
so Now i think here askin what do you figure my nigga/
Is he juss true bullshit G who couldn’t pull the mutha fukken trigga/
So here’s a quick lil bullshit message fuck all to say/
Fuck you man, Naww im juss playing.
Pce out nigguh, hope you learned your lesson for once, cause their aint now twice/
live your life to the fullest live it like your the true bullshit price.
see.. i was born in a town called brum
nd ever since my very first breath iv felt prestigious
theres no need for the lies
gettin in wiv the guys
that wont think twice
to blow out ya mind wiv their squeezers
they’ll re-arrange ya facial features
but i aint playin
get caught off guard round here nd you’ll get dumped in freezers
parents aint got no visa’s
theres too many crack ‘eds nd drug dealers
i swear down its a lost generation
teenage mums screamin at jesus
no money , no jobs , no man to take care of the mums
now here whats cummin out of ya speakers
this is ma home nd ill rep till im gone !
grime-kidd 2011 !
see look yes im white, yes im young, yes i rap, like viet kong dropin rhymes like these in your boots like hand grenades, while im playin beer pong yes its that easy thats how i get along put my words in song to vent but i dont care never i didnt all along u think im a wannabe get cuz yall all dragin along.
just a samople hit me up with beatts or if u think im good.
Yo, gather round hustlers that’s if you still livin
And get on down, to that ol’ Jig rhythm
Here’s a couple of jewels to help you get through your bid in prison
A ribbon in the sky, keep your head high
I, Young ‘Vito, voice of the young people
Mouthpiece for hustlers I’m back motherfuckers
Your reign on the top was shorter than leprechauns
Y’all can’t fuck with Hov’, what type of X y’all on?
I got great lawyers for cops so dress warm
Charges don’t stick to dude he’s teflon
I’m too sexy for jail like I’m Right Said Fred
I’m not guilty, now GIMME back my bread
Mr. District Attorney I’m not sure if they told you
I’m on TV every day, where the fuck could I go to
plus – Hov’ don’t run, Hov’ stand and fight
Hov’s a soldier, Hov’ been fightin all his life so
What could you do to me? It’s not new to me
Sue me; fuck you – what’s a couple dollars to me?
But you will respect me, simple as that
Or I got no problem goin back
I’m representin for the seat where Rosa Parks sat
Where Malcolm X was shot, where Martin Luther was popped
So off we go, let the trumpets blow
And hold on, because the driver of the mission is a pro
The ruler’s back
Yo, gather round hustlers that’s if you still livin
And get on down, to that ol’ Jig rhythm
Here’s a couple of jewels to help you get through your bid in prison
A ribbon in the sky, keep your head high
I, Young ‘Vito, voice of the young people
Mouthpiece for hustlers I’m back motherfuckers
Your reign on the top was shorter than leprechauns
Y’all can’t fuck with Hov’, what type of X y’all on?
I got great lawyers for cops so dress warm
Charges don’t stick to dude he’s teflon!
I’m too sexy for jail like I’m Right Said Fred
I’m not guilty, now GIMME back my bread
Mr. District Attorney I’m not sure if they told you
I’m on TV every day, where the fuck could I go to
plus – Hov’ don’t run, Hov’ stand and fight
Hov’s a soldier, Hov’ been fightin all his life so
What could you do to me? It’s not new to me
Sue me; fuck you – what’s a couple dollars to me?
But you will respect me, simple as that
Or I got no problem goin back
I’m representin for the seat where Rosa Parks sat
Where Malcolm X was shot, where Martin Luther was popped
So off we go, let the trumpets blow
And hold on, because the driver of the mission is a pro
The ruler’s back
man yall niggaz aint hard why u runnin ur mouth i got killas representin every fuckin side bitch including the south see im a flame spitta your shits burnt out ya ass like a blunt that im finna stub out i keep a 4 fifth on my side trick down make me pull it out ill murk u write a flow up on this site and leave these haters in the dirt 2 fuck ya life i dont care what its worth dude im a rude ma fucka crude mafucka and if these hoes wanna get it they can get it 2 ma fucka freestylin on ya bombin on ya and if ya baby mamas tryna fuck then im cummin on er smoke marijauna chillin wit some fat booty hoes nigga straight from tiajauna play a 2pac bitch how do u want it not lil weezy but u can show me my opponent nope nope they is no opponent
I rolled up
Shot by his glauch
So stop
Smoke a doobie on tha spot
And pass it around
Take another hit
Make it a rouse
Your the cat in the hat
I’m Dr.Suess
Ready to operate
Take it till 8
Better leave
Before you got a 9
Pressed to your brains
Like a psychopath
In the name of the game
This is destiny
Yes money
So get off me
So don’t blow this shot
Take the money
Make it work for
Ballin ain’t easy
Gotta make the best
Of what you got
So make a plot
Don’t get shot
My boys rep the west
You know they ride
You think your sly
Ready to buy
Drop the price
You still paid your life
SAINT CLAIR BOIIZ BITCH!
My name Jeremy They call me Mr. Weezy cuz i put it in pussey loose or tight dont give a fuc make that bich go dry its uh pheenom where ever my dic is at pusy comes showin on bottom and just relaxes and i pop change that i use for taxes whats next dollar bills or just white plastic i be fucing her all day make her drip like a rainy day she monaing like a dog, worser than a pitbull when he farts i fuced every girl not ur girl cuz shes in elmo word its ur imigination i hunted her down searched her name shes out dated dosent exsist mides well be a fish that will never be caught becuz shez a built robot
just hitted a pretty clean spit
Yo anyone wanna do a team rap
yeah im young this is so darg on fun cuz im so fye i shoot to das ky im young a who doesnt rly care all i wanna see right now is hands in the air cuz im the best better than whoever you can think of this is my own power up i fly so high im like vincent come on sing pricent keep on pirncton kid rockin and got jack on me thats why ur raps are wack homie hater try to clone me they try to bring me down but tell who still keeps runnin the town whats up
im young a with alot of swag they always try to copy tht im the beast u da least police lock up for sayin wack raps im the boss dont tell me i aint rick ross yup all yal raps stanking my raps are out of rankin im in the front u da last i rap so good even ur mama said ‘ u got pased’oh im young young people get the most paper but not the haters kid rock u my son all yall made it with a deal i made it without1 yo rappin so hard im like frosted flakes raps so good im so better thank drake so anyone try me yal bout to faint what now kid swag and money is all i got ur new im still the main plot yo im so hot i run paris u so scared u afraid of a frris u took my rap amne but atleast i still got my head in the game im so fye eveywhere u see my name im so fye i have the largest part of fame u just do the same ol thang i dont rely buy it u got less bread thank ur mamas diet
every body tht posted a comment email me at ashlynngreen67@yahoo.com so we can rap together
lights out im still alive u was just born but ya still died man im killin the game they work in the street why keep askin us to cool down they work in da heat why tryin copy my dance work with my feet none of yall cant defeat me try me if u want i get the appluase stop it im da boss i rapp til i die while im alive i still become fye
heres my free style
im a young man who fucks da shitty rappers specilly the backstabbers the damn earth is what im worth i kill all da motha fuckin bitch ass nigga even they big ass rigger mess with me ill pull the trigger
all your rhymes are wack
i diss you like that
wat you gonna do if i say that you fat.
nigga white boy
im taking flight boy
if you gotta problem with that i destroy you tonight boy.
and u probebly heard the song toy friend
i aint got a wife but all you boy rappers got boy friends..
ok ask me if i burn ya fire i get what i want and i get when i taunt and haters mocking im trying to nice but i keep on rocking get it stuck in my brain in long memory hater get mad cause but they tell me they sick of me but i rhyme till im a busta but they rhyme with no hustler and eating fat for dead and alive i get down to my knees and thank the god cuz i woke up yawining cuz jesus woke me up why am i bringing all this religion up lemme get back to the basics and my brain is in my pants and the usual rapper gone on take ya trip to france relize im a kid that rhymes with no other.
TELL ME WHAT UP SHAWTY SHAWTY