Rap 5 

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I loved it, true genius if I do say so myself, which I just did. How many small black midgets do you hire to complete your raps for you? No way one man can do all that. Your like a SUPERSTAR

That was a money rhyme. Thanks for sharing! I hope you have more so we can make this a success. Where ya located at and have ya done any other work like this?

Rap five, buzzin like a beehive, cause you struggling to survive Cause it aint got no sting, hurtin like a pageboy to a gay king Walkin around bent over, but not from payin homage, Had some inside damage, and it aint to your cartilage Why you talkin bout bitches, verbal twitches cause yo tongue itches Would bring you closer to hittin those ditches Im takin the rhymes in a new direction, better use protection Dont need no scalpel for this vivisection You aint dining with lector cause he dont eat soy Hes eating the verbose meat that makes him a real boy. Put down your pen fool it aint a toy, I see your ploy Live large and annoy! But I aint worried Im just laughin, waiting for something real to happen. Your skin is so white, remove the shirt ignite the night Like that punk named Powder, tomato-free clam chowder Which ends up kinda yellow, sickly not bright like jello An aimless quest like the search for the Yello Dello. Man you make Homestar look like Frank Sinatra Your rhymes is basic like Pong, Im playin Contra Smooth like Long Island? Not your vocal styling, got me reviling Words stacking up like the Poopsmith piling While yo last line Ill admit was kinda clever, To get there you better be from never-never 39 lines, incredibly juvenile, somehow makes you age all the while Feel like a 400-year-old crocodile sinkin in the Nile All antiquated and cursed by the time ya got to Stan I must be emancipated from your hearse Mr. Gravediggaman Your rhyme id so slow it makes me grow old, grew some mold Blew, not like the cheese, makes me sneeze like I got a cold So I do you in, though I be takin just 30, Three-quarter the lines yet ten times as dirty.

Rap five, buzzin like a beehive, cause you struggling to survive Cause it aint got no sting, hurtin like a pageboy to a gay king Walkin around bent over, but not from payin homage, Had some inside damage, and it aint to your cartilage Why you talkin bout bitches, verbal twitches cause yo tongue itches Would bring you closer to hittin those ditches I'm takin the rhymes in a new direction, better use protection Don't need no scalpel for this vivisection You ain't dining with lector cause he don???t eat soy He's eating the verbose meat that makes him a real boy. Put down your pen fool it aint a toy, I see your ploy Live large and annoy! But I aint worried I???m just laughin, waiting for something real to happen. Your skin is so white, remove the shirt ignite the night Like that punk named Powder, tomato-free clam chowder Which ends up kinda yellow, sickly not bright like jello An aimless quest like the search for the Yello Dello. Man you make Homestar look like Frank Sinatra Your rhymes is basic like Pong, I???m playin Contra Smooth like Long Island? Not your vocal styling, got me reviling Words stacking up like the Poopsmith piling While yo last line I???ll admit was kinda clever, To get there you better be from never-never 39 lines, incredibly juvenile, somehow makes you age all the while Feel like a 400-year-old crocodile sinkin in the Nile All antiquated and cursed by the time ya got to Stan I must be emancipated from your hearse Mr. Gravediggaman Your rhyme id so slow it makes me grow old, grew some mold Blew, not like the cheese, makes me sneeze like I got a cold So I do you in, though I be takin just 30, Three-quarter the lines yet ten times as dirty.

Rap five, buzzin??? like a beehive, cause you struggling to survive Cause it aint got no sting, hurtin??? like a pageboy to a gay king Walkin??? arond bent over, but not from payin??? homage, Had some inside damage, and it aint to your cartilage Why you talkin??? bout bitches, verbal twitches cause yo tongue itches Would bring you closer to hittin??? those ditches I'm takin??? the rhymes in a new direction, better use protection Don't need no scalpel for this vivisection You ain't dining with lector cause he don???t eat soy He's eating the verbose meat that makes him a real boy. Put down your pen fool it aint a toy, I see your ploy Live large and annoy! But I ain't worried I???m just laughin???, waiting for something real to happen. Your skin is so white, remove the shirt ignite the night Like that punk named Powder, tomato-free clam chowder Which ends up kinda yellow, sickly not bright like jello An aimless quest like the search for the Yello Dello. Man you make Homestar look like Frank Sinatra Your rhymes is basic like Pong, I???m playin??? Contra Smooth like Long Island? Not your vocal styling, got me reviling Words stacking up like the Poopsmith piling While yo last line I???ll admit was kinda clever, To get there you better be from never-never 39 lines, incredibly juvenile, somehow makes you age all the while Feel like a 400-year-old crocodile sinkin??? in the Nile All antiquated and cursed by the time ya got to Stan I must be emancipated from your hearse Mr. Gravediggaman Your rhyme???s so slow it makes me grow old, grew some mold Blew, not like the cheese, makes me sneeze like I got a cold So I do you in, though I be takin??? just 30, Three-quarter the lines yet ten times as dirty.

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