clik clak sound of ma gat
now ye know that am bak
let of a clip off and heer it cokin bak
all u daft mutha fukas screemin like bitches
while am sittin heer laughin in stitches
callin yer wife askin her ae save yer life
she hangs up the fone now yer on yer own
beggin for mercy at ma knees to leeve yu alone
sweat runnin down yer face a sed we can have a race
one two three go oops sorry a just shot yu in the balls
lyin on the floor screamin to stay in this world
ye saw the blud and start to hurl
a pissed on yu like a urenil
am not nice cant ye tell
puttin you through hell
kidnapped yer daughter fot it was funny
put her on the fne and shes sceemin fur hur mummy
now u start to cry
and askin me why
am a doing this shit to him
for fun and now look yer futures grim
in about 5 second yer wife and daughter will be dead
after they get raped on your bed
a bust a flo
here a go
one two three four
a knok at yo door
you see me through the peephole
you stumble back
a told you a cum bak
fot u kill me niggah am indestructible
now am heer yer the one vulnerable
am like the terminator
al hunt ya down and kill ya
fot you wer big now look at ya
stand up on yer feet fot you wer a killa
mahn fuk this shit al have fun
al tie u up and al put down this gun
get a knife and cut of yer balls
castrated nigga pin them up on a wall
at this moment yer bitch is in
a look at her and grin
a grab her she starts to screem
tie her up hands in the air
al spread those legs tape over her mouth so noone ill heer
strip her naked sayin to ya thats its hot in heer
a tape yer eyes open and watch
while am penetratin the bite bitch yer wantin me to stop
after a finish a get out ma saw
al cut ye up like jaws
its that easy its like a full time job
a run out the bak door make my escape
went home and changged
sat down had sumthin to eat and a beer
and now thats a fun nite out heer
yeah
now you r mistakin cuz u think u free
but you cant see you are the enemy
an ememy of me
so i keep you hostage
locked up like prison barred
cuz when i roll through
i come through so hard
come in ur house
shoot ur peoples up dead
then leave my business card
like what
like who
like whacha gunna do about it
whacha gunna do about it
yeah what you gunna do about it
cuz i been through dis shit before
im comin i aint knockin
im just breakin down ur door
im walkin in ur shit like i own da place
step up to me i put the back of my glock right in ur face
yeah
cuz im comin in heavy
got my ak strapped on my back
im comin
and im stackin up my stack
im like the wisper of death
you hear my voice you already dead
cuz i got eyes in da back of my head
blink once
blink twice
three times
oh shit you already dead
muthafucka
you know da deal
dis da real shit
muthafucka
dis whitebread
n.w.a wants to battle wrote:
now
if i had a brick for every single thought that i have/
i’d build steps and migrate to godz land/
so while u succeed in this life/
id enjoy the fruits of my labour in the next life/
of course life has to have its tragedies/
reality, eliminiation is a has to be/
so if thats the case, i greet em farewell each day each time i sleep/
i greet the ugly face of death with the proud and open arms/
comforted by voices from the other side like joan of ark/
so embark on this chosen path/ oh my God its like im forced to fear you/
conjure up thoughts way to heavy for a normal scale/
i recite a bible verse when i battle fallen angels/
my spirit blazes during an outer body experience/
and rests on cumulous clouds for brief periods/
i was born on the death stars/
my birth was made mysterious/
i puncture fallen arrows from the foes of aquarius/
im stuck/ my lucks run out but i never mind/
i refuse to be that cargo being shipped to cloud nine/
my thoughts make me play with my reflection/
think he can stab me in the holy river, or is that just another dimension/
food awaits beofre you climb the stairs with your accomplice/
one jewel of pain to the angels blowing they seven trumpets/
i see angels coming down for me/
and as they call my name, they reach out for me/
so yo, weather you believe in heaven or hell/
when i ask the time shift from elevn to twelve/
they connect to form a cricifix/
i question my reflection down the wishing well/
where do i belong? only time will tell/
hey, yo, my mind rebels at the sight of power/
got a date with destiny im already running late by an hour/
see, you’re not thinking properly/
steal some round object that manifest miraculous properties/
ive had a vision that ive twice seen/
im climbing out of quicksand pulled by some light beams/
i chose the wrong path and found thats when jesus parted/
so i just kept walking, but i found myself in pure darkness/
let a brotha ascend to the highest cloud/
but im stuck in a tunnel with no light to guide me out/
Sorry bro you didnt make that up, Thats a Rap from the Deceptikons - Ive Seen angels, from New Zealand. make your own shit up.
It takes alot more then ya think to rap fresh and clean,
Coz all theese “G-dogs” are rappin' about girls and money to spend,
And they say “Oh I was born and raised in the USA in a place called hell bulavard. Ev-er-i day I was beaten to the ground by my step dada, so I joined some gangs and did some crack, and yes I admit what I did was crap, but now I am here talking smack, and I’ll go on about the president and how bad he’s is, and then I’ll go tap a hoe and bitch. Complain about the recision and then about the gays, complain about how the way the world is today. But I won’t do nuthin to make it better, all I care about is my underwear made from leather. So yeah you can call me a dick if you want, but so long as I got a cross around my neck I will see god." Oh please you aint got nuthin any good, go along about bitches and the loss of your kid to drugs. And yes I admit some of 'em are good, but it just gets tiring all the same shit. So you know what I am, I’m your run in the middle guy, look me up on Youtube saying “Prepare to die”. Ha ha ha, I offended so many of you, but what I say is, well, Phuck you!
You know what, all of you rap lovers?! It sucks big dick! Yeah, that’s right! I’m typin' to all of you cocksuckin', motherfuckin', cunt-lickin', and gay assholes! You think that it kicks ass? Well, guess what, damn bastards? You’re wrong!
Those who love rap give it blowjobs and kiss its ass. Boy, what a bunch a friggin' gay losers you are.
I have a friend who’s called KING OF GANGSTERS. He’s not only my best friend. He’s also a troll and a hacker like me. What’s more is that he thinks that Eminem, Gucci Mane, and all of their fans are pieces of shit. Bullshit, even.
But just in case you 2pac and BIG lovers would most likely love to hunt me down, especially in real life, I live in Rochester, New York. It says so in here:
Well, fuck you and kiss my fuckin' ass, ya crappy homo pricks! You’re all wankers, faggots, queers, and dykes who can suck my nuts!
If none of you pussy losers in this thread can handle me, why not do something about it? Not only can you get back at me on here but also in this thread:
All of rap and those who love it are fuckin' losers who lick pussies and suck tits! So get the fuck off of this shitty thread and quit posting crap, you rap-loving fuckers.
If you can’t stand me, then you might as will do something about it not only in here but also in here:
