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Yo hand me the mic, I ain't finished yet
This be a damn battle, so place yo bets
White women, white women, they be mad trouble
Makin' out wid them be like gettin' buried in rubble
One girl 'specially come to mind
Shit, I constantly dreamin' about her behind
Who dis bitch that Zad be describin'?
Or is it they drugs that he imbibin'...
SHIT NO, FOOL! I'm as sober as the day I born
And for that I be thankin' Jesus Christ and Korn
(But anyways, enough o'that shit
I got myself off-topic a l'il bit)
This girl so white, so blindin'ly honky
She ain't be lookin' at no damn monkey
Bitch dress in black, wiggle as she walk
Yet listenin' to the way dat she talk
You thinkin' "girl be blacker than I am!
Shit, bitch could be queen of Siam!"
HELL NO, brother, you got it all wrong!
So let me explain it in my liddle song...

Her name DEA (Dee Eee Eyyyyyayyayyyayyy)
Her name DEA (Dee Eee Eyyyyyayyayyyayyy)
She don't live in LA (no wayyyyyayyyayyyayy)
No, she don't live in LA (Dee Eee Eyyyyyayyayyyayyy)

I first met her, strollin' down the street
Listenin' to the patterns of my own two feet
When I hear this racist bool-shit
And it piss me off just a l'il bit
So I turn around, see what causin' the fuss
I was so stunned I nearly hit by a bus
A blonde standin' there, dressed to the nine
I drooled a goddamn puddle she was so fine
But what the hell? What a fuckin' pity
Girl treated brothers so damn shitty
She can't walk around at night without a light
And in the day a Glock found its way
To her purse, to give her protection
From the dangers of a brother's erection
She slowly turn and look at me
Fear in her eyes, plain to see
She start to reach towards her gun
CLICK-CLICK! Shit, I began to run!

Her name DEA (Dee Eee Eyyyyyayyayyyayyy)
Her name DEA (Dee Eee Eyyyyyayyayyyayyy)
Bang bang yay yay (No wayyyyyayyyayyyayy)
Bullets flyin' away (Dee Eee Eyyyyyayyayyyayyy)

Weeell after that I went home, found me my A-Ks
Time for that white bitch to feel the same way
She shit damn humiliated me
But I took her picture for free!
That motherfucker going to feel the pain
When I stick my ten-inch message in her brain
I see she name herself DEA
Well, I gonna call her KKK!
Her body fine, but her mind so bland
Crazy bitch even read fuckin' Ayn Rand!
So anyways, I loaded my guns
Bought some spare ammo and began to run
Back to that place, my intentions plain-
It only goes and starts to fuckin' rain!
I hid myself anyway, jus' in case
Brothers, I was livin' in outer space
White girls like that they stay home and dry
Outside gettin' wet are dumb fuckers like I

Her name DEA (Dee Eee Eyyyyyayyayyyayyy)
Her name DEA (Dee Eee Eyyyyyayyayyyayyy)
She in the KKK (no wayyyyyayyyayyyayy)
Punk, make my day (Dee Eee Eyyyyyayyayyyayyy)

I stayed there for at least three hour
All the time my mood was gettin' sourer
Eventually, I shoulder my rifles
Start the long walk back to my disciples
(My body out of whack, you see
That why I ain't rhymin' perfectly)
But wait! Damn! Shit! What the fuck?
Fifty-odd Klansmen just climbed out a truck!
Their leader, a huge tall man
Steps forward an' waves his hand
For the crime of upsetting the Grand Wizard's daughter
There was about to be a motherfuckin' slaughter!
But I chucklin' to myself secretly, behind a frown
Dumb racists bought they sharpened switchblades to town!
I spotted my honey, behind a tree
She was peekin' out so cautiously
I knew then and there, to win that girl
That curvacious blonde, that damn hot pearl
I would have to take off the dainty liddle gloves
So I reached up, unsafety-ed my Kalashnikovs

Her name DEA (Dee Eee Eyyyyyayyayyyayyy)
Her name DEA (Dee Eee Eyyyyyayyayyyayyy)
They wanna murder me today (no wayyyyyayyyayyyayy)
Better start to pray (Dee Eee Eyyyyyayyayyyayyy)

I took aim, fired, and do I need to explain
The righteous way I bought forth the fuckin' pain?
These fascist fools with all they boys-
I brough they the motherfuckin' noise!
After a while the air cleared, all quiet
Corpses stacked like at a Limp Bizkit riot
I spotted her, comin' over to me
Hot damn, she was a sight to see
I wiped her tears, kissed them away
She was shellshocked, had nothing to say
We broke into a car, drove off down the road
Took the slow way back to my place of abode
What happened then, a gentleman never tells
But three weeks later, they ringin' they bells
As Gangsta Z (that me!) and white girl settle down
In some liddle ol' whitebread midwestern town
Yeah, my girl still carry a glock
And she workin' now for Northern Rock
Me and my boys in (BIGUP! RESPECT!) Suffocation
Still laugh about how I took on the Aryan Nation
And yeah, whilst my kids may be mulatto
At least they knowin' they mom ain't that ho
Walkin' down the street, afraid of the dark
Cutting through traffic like the damn Cutty Sark
No uptight bitch wid her nose in the air
Wavin' her hands like she jus' don't care
DEA mine now, we the nuclear family
Workin' all day, chillin' it nightly
(Rockin' out to my man Glenn Benton and Deicide
Damn, that boy know how to take you for a ride)
We about damn happy
As it possible to be

So ask yo'self brother, do you feel real bad
Each time you see a white girl goin' mad?
If so, take a page from my book
SHIT NO! put away that meathook
If'n she got a pa in the damn KKK
Be sure to blow that fuck away
But to her, you gotta be real nice
On tiptoes jus' like ice, Baby, ice
If'n you treat that girl jus' right
You be gettin' some white meat tonight!
So go on, put my perceptions in motion
Get out there and cause a commotion
Like Kylie said, do the locomotion
Spread thick on yo head the badass lotion
And the girl drop her racist ideas
All her worries, her strange fears
When you present to her the situation
Black, white, Jew, Eskimo - one nation
We allllllll should intermarry
And together our burdens carry
You see, baby Jesus hates the hater
He be havin' a word wid they later!
So take my advice, don't fuck wid Christ
Black men startin' up a worldwide love heist

Author:	Goat [ Thu Nov 29, 2007 4:04 pm ]
Post subject:	Rap Attax!
Trollin' through a forum whilst on his way Zad saw a rap thread and thought, "well hey! MR mofos would love that play!" ('Specially since the poetry comp. was shit For that none of y'all forgiven even one little bit) So here be forum disrespect from he who called Day. Shouts out, shots out, with bullets for a few The virus spreads, it'll infect you too So if you think you can beat these liddle ol' lines Have a go, shithead, there ain't no damn entrance fines... ~ He come from da US, that a land far away Spend so much time with men we wonder if he gay Man dress like a freak, love Kittie - KEN! Damn fool got an ego like fuckin' Big Ben! Will attack ninja-style you insultin' him He shriek, sling shit - "NO IT AIN'T NU METAL! GET THE HELL GONE BITCH 'FORE I FEED YOU NETTLES!" So if you see that wannabe/poser approach- (Fool pushin' 40 yet still he gloat Arguin' on a forum all day - don't work! Ah, shit, whatever float his boat Nothin' stop him being a goddamn jerk!) Run like the wind, bro, and just say NO The drugs he pushin' be more than jus' shitty bands And you sistahs out there beware his sticky hands SHIT! Afro Lint got a long way to go Befo' he get his paws on another greasy ho. ~ A word for the Frenchman, the Immortal geek He say he gone, yet you just wait a week That Zorn-laden creep be back again Pushin' that Jazz shit like hero-in He say he like you, he say he like me He say he love jus' goddam EVERYBODY Yet take a closer look, peep around the curtain Goddamn frog's too busy trying a different shirt on Yeah, T.I.E can sometimes be cool Exceptin' when he administerin' drool To A7X, the American faggots Bent over each other playin' wid carrots Dude, that turn you on? What the hell?! Just keep that shit away from my cell When I in there, put away for the crime Of stuffin' yo French face full of Blackened grime Hating on the corpsepaint jus' ain't cool When you listenin' to shit made for those still in school. SHIT! Did I forget to mention Motherfuckin' Stefan's a goddamn Frenchman? ~ His name be Brahm, after that come a K He love ancient Romans, Thrash and the way That a zillion obscure authors write (GOD DAMN!) While you be in bed asleep at night Brahm_K rock the joint with Saint Augustine Some say it wrong, some say "it disgustin'!" Some ignore it altogether or think it interestin' Some uptight mofos even call it a sin Whatever you think, wherever you work Brahm_K got it tighter than a nungirl's skirt. ~ Cara! Cara! Cara Cara cootchy coo Girl take pictures o'herself for me and for you She looks real cute, hell she downright pretty And you just wanna tickle her an itty bitty... DAMN! Watch out son, that girl jailbait Hittin' that'll earn you nothin but hate Even if she flirtin' wid two boys from Canada One like to dress just like he Mike Shinoda The other, well, his skin look green Like he took a bite outta somethin' unclean I say hell, sistah, get outta there! At least 'til that fool change he underwear. The rest of us, we all gotta wait Until she goes from little to great And passes that magic 'one-eight' line Hell, then some lucky fool do jus' fine. ~ He say he call "Noodles", he say his name "Jeff" He say like he know what he talkin' of when On the forum, in Avant-Garde you see Some goddamn thread 'bout Between The Buried And Me. He make up shit about random stuff He act like he ain't never touched no muff He listen to Stoner, he listen to Doom His girlfriend complain that he come too soon Fool even think that Gojira ain't Thrash! Boy, grow that comeover to hide your facial rash! Emo bitches got beaten on by wiggers HAHA! now rap give you the shivers! Lesson learned, kid, now get back to school You been served a beatdown for being uncool. ~ Three beers for the Review Team, the P.I.M.P's in town Always got a smile on, dese V.I.P's never frown When you feeble motherfuckers start wid that hatin' Mike come in - OH, SHIT! - he badass like Satan! You see, what the lesson be that y'all bitches aint learned That fuckin with us only get yo faces burned. NO FUCKIN WAY we reviewin' Burzum Do doo dah, doo doo dah, duh-dum! Yo forumites, forum-shites more like Go on and take a motherfuckin' hike That 'Donate' button ain't been pressed once And we be forced to eat sawdust for lunch. If'n y'all want somethin' to whine about We'll drop a nuke and start a motherfuckin' drought So go on, sing that song, that shit so wacky Y'all be pumped full of lead like an Iraqi. ~ Of course, same damn thing's gotta be said 'Less you think Zad gettin' soft in the head Any of you fools get offended by this Come on in and write your own diss Don't start complainin' yo rights bein' severed To the fountain of Metal y'all coaches be tethered Drink deep, kick back, start partyin' with a smile And come on and do some dissin' for a while...

Author:	Mintrude [ Thu Nov 29, 2007 4:47 pm ]
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Remember that rap album Ken said he'd do one day? I'd love him to do it.

Author:	Stefan [ Thu Nov 29, 2007 7:17 pm ]
Post subject:	Re: Rap Attax!
Zad wrote: A word for the Frenchman, the Immortal geek He say he gone, yet you just wait a week That Zorn-laden creep be back again Pushin' that Jazz shit like hero-in He say he like you, he say he like me He say he love jus' goddam EVERYBODY Yet take a closer look, peep around the curtain Goddamn frog's too busy trying a different shirt on Yeah, T.I.E can sometimes be cool Exceptin' when he administerin' drool To A7X, the American faggots Bent over each other playin' wid carrots Dude, that turn you on? What the hell?! Just keep that shit away from my cell When I in there, put away for the crime Of stuffin' yo French face full of Blackened grime Hating on the corpsepaint jus' ain't cool When you listenin' to shit made for those still in school. SHIT! Did I forget to mention Motherfuckin' Stefan's a goddamn Frenchman?

Author:	showmaster [ Thu Nov 29, 2007 8:35 pm ]
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cool, nice one I bet it took you 20 sec. to do that

Author:	Thomas [ Thu Nov 29, 2007 8:42 pm ]
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haha damn! your a creative nut.. I almost expected you to mention my eyes=(

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Author:	The_Voice [ Thu Nov 29, 2007 6:34 pm ]
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Author:	TheOctavarius [ Thu Nov 29, 2007 8:42 pm ]
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Couldn't put me in there, could you Zad? Hurumph.

Author:	Afro Lint [ Fri Nov 30, 2007 12:57 am ]
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I ain't pushing 40, you bitch! Everything else was dead on, though.

Author:	noodles [ Fri Nov 30, 2007 2:36 am ]
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Author:	heatseeker [ Fri Nov 30, 2007 4:50 am ]
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Har har. Good one, Zad

Author:	Thy Serpent [ Fri Nov 30, 2007 9:18 am ]
Post subject:	Re: Rap Attax!
Zad wrote: NO FUCKIN WAY we reviewin' Burzum Do doo dah, doo doo dah, duh-dum! That one takes the cake.

Author:	Goat [ Fri Nov 30, 2007 12:43 pm ]
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Yo hand me the mic, I ain't finished yet This be a damn battle, so place yo bets White women, white women, they be mad trouble Makin' out wid them be like gettin' buried in rubble One girl 'specially come to mind Shit, I constantly dreamin' about her behind Who dis bitch that Zad be describin'? Or is it they drugs that he imbibin'... SHIT NO, FOOL! I'm as sober as the day I born And for that I be thankin' Jesus Christ and Korn (But anyways, enough o'that shit I got myself off-topic a l'il bit) This girl so white, so blindin'ly honky She ain't be lookin' at no damn monkey Bitch dress in black, wiggle as she walk Yet listenin' to the way dat she talk You thinkin' "girl be blacker than I am! Shit, bitch could be queen of Siam!" HELL NO, brother, you got it all wrong! So let me explain it in my liddle song... Her name DEA (Dee Eee Eyyyyyayyayyyayyy) Her name DEA (Dee Eee Eyyyyyayyayyyayyy) She don't live in LA (no wayyyyyayyyayyyayy) No, she don't live in LA (Dee Eee Eyyyyyayyayyyayyy) I first met her, strollin' down the street Listenin' to the patterns of my own two feet When I hear this racist bool-shit And it piss me off just a l'il bit So I turn around, see what causin' the fuss I was so stunned I nearly hit by a bus A blonde standin' there, dressed to the nine I drooled a goddamn puddle she was so fine But what the hell? What a fuckin' pity Girl treated brothers so damn shitty She can't walk around at night without a light And in the day a Glock found its way To her purse, to give her protection From the dangers of a brother's erection She slowly turn and look at me Fear in her eyes, plain to see She start to reach towards her gun CLICK-CLICK! Shit, I began to run! Her name DEA (Dee Eee Eyyyyyayyayyyayyy) Her name DEA (Dee Eee Eyyyyyayyayyyayyy) Bang bang yay yay (No wayyyyyayyyayyyayy) Bullets flyin' away (Dee Eee Eyyyyyayyayyyayyy) Weeell after that I went home, found me my A-Ks Time for that white bitch to feel the same way She shit damn humiliated me But I took her picture for free! That motherfucker going to feel the pain When I stick my ten-inch message in her brain I see she name herself DEA Well, I gonna call her KKK! Her body fine, but her mind so bland Crazy bitch even read fuckin' Ayn Rand! So anyways, I loaded my guns Bought some spare ammo and began to run Back to that place, my intentions plain- It only goes and starts to fuckin' rain! I hid myself anyway, jus' in case Brothers, I was livin' in outer space White girls like that they stay home and dry Outside gettin' wet are dumb fuckers like I Her name DEA (Dee Eee Eyyyyyayyayyyayyy) Her name DEA (Dee Eee Eyyyyyayyayyyayyy) She in the KKK (no wayyyyyayyyayyyayy) Punk, make my day (Dee Eee Eyyyyyayyayyyayyy) I stayed there for at least three hour All the time my mood was gettin' sourer Eventually, I shoulder my rifles Start the long walk back to my disciples (My body out of whack, you see That why I ain't rhymin' perfectly) But wait! Damn! Shit! What the fuck? Fifty-odd Klansmen just climbed out a truck! Their leader, a huge tall man Steps forward an' waves his hand For the crime of upsetting the Grand Wizard's daughter There was about to be a motherfuckin' slaughter! But I chucklin' to myself secretly, behind a frown Dumb racists bought they sharpened switchblades to town! I spotted my honey, behind a tree She was peekin' out so cautiously I knew then and there, to win that girl That curvacious blonde, that damn hot pearl I would have to take off the dainty liddle gloves So I reached up, unsafety-ed my Kalashnikovs Her name DEA (Dee Eee Eyyyyyayyayyyayyy) Her name DEA (Dee Eee Eyyyyyayyayyyayyy) They wanna murder me today (no wayyyyyayyyayyyayy) Better start to pray (Dee Eee Eyyyyyayyayyyayyy) I took aim, fired, and do I need to explain The righteous way I bought forth the fuckin' pain? These fascist fools with all they boys- I brough they the motherfuckin' noise! After a while the air cleared, all quiet Corpses stacked like at a Limp Bizkit riot I spotted her, comin' over to me Hot damn, she was a sight to see I wiped her tears, kissed them away She was shellshocked, had nothing to say We broke into a car, drove off down the road Took the slow way back to my place of abode What happened then, a gentleman never tells But three weeks later, they ringin' they bells As Gangsta Z (that me!) and white girl settle down In some liddle ol' whitebread midwestern town Yeah, my girl still carry a glock And she workin' now for Northern Rock Me and my boys in (BIGUP! RESPECT!) Suffocation Still laugh about how I took on the Aryan Nation And yeah, whilst my kids may be mulatto At least they knowin' they mom ain't that ho Walkin' down the street, afraid of the dark Cutting through traffic like the damn Cutty Sark No uptight bitch wid her nose in the air Wavin' her hands like she jus' don't care DEA mine now, we the nuclear family Workin' all day, chillin' it nightly (Rockin' out to my man Glenn Benton and Deicide Damn, that boy know how to take you for a ride) We about damn happy As it possible to be So ask yo'self brother, do you feel real bad Each time you see a white girl goin' mad? If so, take a page from my book SHIT NO! put away that meathook If'n she got a pa in the damn KKK Be sure to blow that fuck away But to her, you gotta be real nice On tiptoes jus' like ice, Baby, ice If'n you treat that girl jus' right You be gettin' some white meat tonight! So go on, put my perceptions in motion Get out there and cause a commotion Like Kylie said, do the locomotion Spread thick on yo head the badass lotion And the girl drop her racist ideas All her worries, her strange fears When you present to her the situation Black, white, Jew, Eskimo - one nation We allllllll should intermarry And together our burdens carry You see, baby Jesus hates the hater He be havin' a word wid they later! So take my advice, don't fuck wid Christ Black men startin' up a worldwide love heist

Author:	neoMax [ Fri Nov 30, 2007 1:26 pm ]
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Holy hell, that's awesome! Too much brain activity, eh? =D

Author:	Cara [ Fri Nov 30, 2007 3:38 pm ]
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Ahahahahahahaha.

Author:	TheOctavarius [ Mon Dec 03, 2007 11:00 pm ]
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You're like an internet hate machine.

Author:	Thomas [ Mon Dec 03, 2007 11:42 pm ]
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i guess me not being included in the last one there, means that i'm a nice fella!:D

Author:	noodles [ Tue Dec 04, 2007 12:07 am ]
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i think yr raps r kvte

Author:	Caligula_K [ Tue Dec 04, 2007 12:17 am ]
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I don't often use emoticons, they being homosexuals, but: This stuff is hilarious. Keep them coming, you way too much time possessing motherfucker (to use street slang, like they use on the streets). I'd also like to add that I only make sweet love to St. Augustine because he has a tight ass.

Author:	Mintrude [ Fri Nov 30, 2007 5:12 pm ]
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Zad wrote: Yo hand me the mic, I ain't finished yet This be a damn battle, so place yo bets White women, white women, they be mad trouble Makin' out wid them be like gettin' buried in rubble One girl 'specially come to mind Shit, I constantly dreamin' about her behind Who dis bitch that Zad be describin'? Or is it they drugs that he imbibin'... SHIT NO, FOOL! I'm as sober as the day I born And for that I be thankin' Jesus Christ and Korn (But anyways, enough o'that shit I got myself off-topic a l'il bit) This girl so white, so blindin'ly honky She ain't be lookin' at no damn monkey Bitch dress in black, wiggle as she walk Yet listenin' to the way dat she talk You thinkin' "girl be blacker than I am! Shit, bitch could be queen of Siam!" HELL NO, brother, you got it all wrong! So let me explain it in my liddle song... Her name DEA (Dee Eee Eyyyyyayyayyyayyy) Her name DEA (Dee Eee Eyyyyyayyayyyayyy) She don't live in LA (no wayyyyyayyyayyyayy) No, she don't live in LA (Dee Eee Eyyyyyayyayyyayyy) I first met her, strollin' down the street Listenin' to the patterns of my own two feet When I hear this racist bool-shit And it piss me off just a l'il bit So I turn around, see what causin' the fuss I was so stunned I nearly hit by a bus A blonde standin' there, dressed to the nine I drooled a goddamn puddle she was so fine But what the hell? What a fuckin' pity Girl treated brothers so damn shitty She can't walk around at night without a light And in the day a Glock found its way To her purse, to give her protection From the dangers of a brother's erection She slowly turn and look at me Fear in her eyes, plain to see She start to reach towards her gun CLICK-CLICK! Shit, I began to run! Her name DEA (Dee Eee Eyyyyyayyayyyayyy) Her name DEA (Dee Eee Eyyyyyayyayyyayyy) Bang bang yay yay (No wayyyyyayyyayyyayy) Bullets flyin' away (Dee Eee Eyyyyyayyayyyayyy) Weeell after that I went home, found me my A-Ks Time for that white bitch to feel the same way She shit damn humiliated me But I took her picture for free! That motherfucker going to feel the pain When I stick my ten-inch message in her brain I see she name herself DEA Well, I gonna call her KKK! Her body fine, but her mind so bland Crazy bitch even read fuckin' Ayn Rand! So anyways, I loaded my guns Bought some spare ammo and began to run Back to that place, my intentions plain- It only goes and starts to fuckin' rain! I hid myself anyway, jus' in case Brothers, I was livin' in outer space White girls like that they stay home and dry Outside gettin' wet are dumb fuckers like I Her name DEA (Dee Eee Eyyyyyayyayyyayyy) Her name DEA (Dee Eee Eyyyyyayyayyyayyy) She in the KKK (no wayyyyyayyyayyyayy) Punk, make my day (Dee Eee Eyyyyyayyayyyayyy) I stayed there for at least three hour All the time my mood was gettin' sourer Eventually, I shoulder my rifles Start the long walk back to my disciples (My body out of whack, you see That why I ain't rhymin' perfectly) But wait! Damn! Shit! What the fuck? Fifty-odd Klansmen just climbed out a truck! Their leader, a huge tall man Steps forward an' waves his hand For the crime of upsetting the Grand Wizard's daughter There was about to be a motherfuckin' slaughter! But I chucklin' to myself secretly, behind a frown Dumb racists bought they sharpened switchblades to town! I spotted my honey, behind a tree She was peekin' out so cautiously I knew then and there, to win that girl That curvacious blonde, that damn hot pearl I would have to take off the dainty liddle gloves So I reached up, unsafety-ed my Kalashnikovs Her name DEA (Dee Eee Eyyyyyayyayyyayyy) Her name DEA (Dee Eee Eyyyyyayyayyyayyy) They wanna murder me today (no wayyyyyayyyayyyayy) Better start to pray (Dee Eee Eyyyyyayyayyyayyy) I took aim, fired, and do I need to explain The righteous way I bought forth the fuckin' pain? These fascist fools with all they boys- I brough they the motherfuckin' noise! After a while the air cleared, all quiet Corpses stacked like at a Limp Bizkit riot I spotted her, comin' over to me Hot damn, she was a sight to see I wiped her tears, kissed them away She was shellshocked, had nothing to say We broke into a car, drove off down the road Took the slow way back to my place of abode What happened then, a gentleman never tells But three weeks later, they ringin' they bells As Gangsta Z (that me!) and white girl settle down In some liddle ol' whitebread midwestern town Yeah, my girl still carry a glock And she workin' now for Northern Rock Me and my boys in (BIGUP! RESPECT!) Suffocation Still laugh about how I took on the Aryan Nation And yeah, whilst my kids may be mulatto At least they knowin' they mom ain't that ho Walkin' down the street, afraid of the dark Cutting through traffic like the damn Cutty Sark No uptight bitch wid her nose in the air Wavin' her hands like she jus' don't care DEA mine now, we the nuclear family Workin' all day, chillin' it nightly (Rockin' out to my man Glenn Benton and Deicide Damn, that boy know how to take you for a ride) We about damn happy As it possible to be So ask yo'self brother, do you feel real bad Each time you see a white girl goin' mad? If so, take a page from my book SHIT NO! put away that meathook If'n she got a pa in the damn KKK Be sure to blow that fuck away But to her, you gotta be real nice On tiptoes jus' like ice, Baby, ice If'n you treat that girl jus' right You be gettin' some white meat tonight! So go on, put my perceptions in motion Get out there and cause a commotion Like Kylie said, do the locomotion Spread thick on yo head the badass lotion And the girl drop her racist ideas All her worries, her strange fears When you present to her the situation Black, white, Jew, Eskimo - one nation We allllllll should intermarry And together our burdens carry You see, baby Jesus hates the hater He be havin' a word wid they later! So take my advice, don't fuck wid Christ Black men startin' up a worldwide love heist Hah ha genius! you should produce a concept rap record about all the forumites. I think my impending baldness and my Welshness makes me ample fodder.

Author:	Goat [ Mon Dec 03, 2007 5:34 pm ]
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Jus' when you thought he was done, he back Bigger, blacker, better, with another attack This time the shit flyin' straight and true All the n00bies, this one for you. I remember jus' how it used to be Back when MR was tight like family All the brothers on the forum, one and chillin' Each whacked-out new topic got top damn billin' But now, a sickness crept into the show Like AIDS in Africa, times full o'woe All the old damn homeyz be gone, vanished Even motherfuckin' KGG got banished. 'Stead of WinterIsComing, we got Octo Talkin' shit about shit all over the show Man, that motherfucker gotta go Else Afro Lint's head gonna blow. We used to have a cool chick - Carnie, where you at? Slummin' it out in Massachussetts, whorin' to the Frat? She was one of the crew, she a real swell chick Got young bitches runnin' round now, givin' us stick I go in Now Readin' - HELL NO - ain't goin' back! Motherfuckers discussin' Plato - boy, that whack! Brahm_K and they intellectual motherfuckers reign Statin' they mission to give the rest of us pain. Remember Misha? He buff like a gay strippah Enrichin' our minds with dat electronikkah Now he off chasin' they Dutch girls Lost his mind to some ho wid curls Frigid little bitch, not yet an old gunner Talks about he screwin' some hawt young stunner "Check it out, dese scratches on my back" Motherfucker, you didn't get dem from the sack! Big up for Mintrude, ageing day by day The shit goin' down was turnin' him grey Now - SHIT! - he done start losin' he hair I dunno what to say to dat terrible stare His whole world goin' slowly brittle an' stiff Guess that's God's way o' fuckin' over Cardiff What's the answer? What can we do? MR sure got the fuckin' flu I propose a war, call Jihad (ooh shit) on all o'they That wanna fuck wid the old-skool MR way So next time dat Octo call Ken out Don't jus' stand there, start to shout Bring that fuck to his knees in pain And each one of us will indir'ctly gain Dese words be honest, dese raps be true Rhymes like shotguns, blastin' all of you It's not that we don't 'preciate fresh meat But we prefer n00bies wid clean-smellin' feet So it time for the call: kick out the shit An' bring back they who can rock it a bit We gonna start a revolution, baby And we get it back the way it was, jus' maybe Be dis Gangsta Z's last rap? I know y'all bitches think it all crap So unless I gettin' serious props for this I gonna retire, and y'all can moan and hiss Z got bigger fish to fry than those that try and be Too fuckin' metal for they own good - get out ma hood! We all comin' after the riff-raff, piss-ant mofos Wid a litre of petrol and some slow-mo Kickass moves, to own your collective ass Settin' you on fire like the purest grass 'Til then, Z got motherfuckin' reviews to write out Even though this rap took five minutes to shout So fuck y'all - dis rap game be gone Jus' like Eminem and Jay-Z, I shone, Now I retired. But need yo album review'd? I hired! One last plea - Carnie, Misha, Dead Machine and Daniel You da four pimp-ass cookies I wanna spank like a spaniel So if'n yo get yo asses back in they chairs MR come back like an army o'bears.

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