Song Lyrics

[shake]

Boondocks ftw

[Pantera House]

**** i hate rap

[Kombat Frank]

'A millie in here a millie in there
Sicilian ***** with long hair with coke in the deriair
Like smoke in the thinest air I open the Lamborghini
Hopin them crackers see like look at dat bastard Weezy
Hes a beast hes, a dog hes, the muth***in problem
Ok your a goon but what’s a goon to a goblin?
Nothin, nothin you ain’t scarin nothin
On some faggot bullshit call em dennis rodman"

[Kombat Frank]

"Del deep, scuba diver wet suit
Who survived to get loose
Brewin' in the test tubes
To the rescue, extradiction process
To get you all stressed
Step onto my office
That's what you call fresh
It's more like some soft breasts
If i stopped cess, i probably would cough less
Test it, just to see if ya'll rested
I'm blessin' the beat just like if i was the best man
Yo, you miss it in ya' public school distict
Get a book and do the physics
Yo' i got a cool image
Like Hendrix, my kindred,
Y'all **** up to my index
Bench press rappers doing sets with my Syntax"

[Il Hot Sauce Il]

Originally Posted by Kombat Frank

'A millie in here a millie in there
Sicilian ***** with long hair with coke in the deriair
Like smoke in the thinest air I open the Lamborghini
Hopin them crackers see like look at dat bastard Weezy
Hes a beast hes, a dog hes, the muth***in problem
Ok your a goon but what’s a goon to a goblin?
Nothin, nothin you ain’t scarin nothin
On some faggot bullshit call em dennis rodman"

ummm a Milli?
Weezy
I think so

[SNÖT]

bow before wealthy poor

**** You, **** This, **** That, **** Them, I don't care

[BonZai]

mother eff that n word, mother eff that B!

-little jonathon

[ll Derive ll]

"Santana Bandana On Tilt
Backset with tha heat, I'm warmer than a quilt
They lookin at me like they drink spoiled milk
Money tall Jack and Jill like they sittin on a hill
Ice on the neck of me, Ice on the wrist of me
Ice in both hands ***** I'm lit like a christmas tree
Different colored stones you can call it a mystery
Big dukie ropes you would think they was lynchin me
Chain on top of chain man I look like Mr. T
I pity the fool the day they try to get wit me
Fresh Prince got banks like Hillary
and I hit ducks with the hickory dickory
I make the girls run fast like Benny Hill
Rims go round and round you can them my ferris wheels
Pockets full of bank roll, money long and train smoke
And it come faster than a nigga ****in J-Lo
I don't play games I shoot it up like Halo
Got more paper than your jobs got payroll
Still I'm ghetto like no frills, I clean the dirt out my nails,
100 dollar bills"

cause....

[DTR RUTH]

they taped over your mouth,
scribbled out the truth with their lies
the little spies

-paramore

lulz

[SNÖT]

Originally Posted by DTR RUTH

they taped over your mouth,
scribbled out the truth with their lies
the little spies

-paramore

lulz

and i shud kill myself?