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Om Don't Know How to Rap
- This guy raps like his parents jerked him
- He sounds like Eric Sermon, the generic version
- This whole crowd looks suspicious
- Its all dudes in here, except for these bitches
- So Im a German, Eh
- Thats ok, you look like a frickin worm with braids
- These Leaders of the Free World rookies
- Lookie, how can 6 dicks be pussies
- Talkin bout shits creek
- Bitch, you could be up piss creek
- With paddles this deep
- Your still gonna sink
- Your a disgrace
- Yeah, they call me Rabbit
- This is a turtle race
- He can't get with me spittin this shit
- Wickedly lickety shot
- Spickety spickety split lickety
- So Im gonna turn around with a great smile
- And walk my white ass back across 8 mile!
- Yo, I spit a racial slur. Honky, sue me.
- This shit is a Horror flick
- but the black guy doesn't die in this movie.
- Fricking with Om dawg you gotta be kiddin.
- That makes me believe you really don't have a interest in livin.
- You think these niggas gonna feel the shit you say?
- I got a better chance joinin the K.K.K.
- Know some real shit tho? I like you.
- That's why I didn't wanna be the one you commit suicide to.
- Frick Lotto ...call me your leader.
- I feel bad I gotta murder that dude from leave it to beaver.
- I used to like that show now you got me in fight back mode.
- But oh well if you gotta go ...then you gotta go.
- I hate to do this. I would love for this shit to last.
- So I'll take pictures of my rear end so you won't forget my ass.
- Om don't know how to rap. Heh. Get your ass rekt.
- And all is well that ends ok.
- So I'll end this shit with a ...frick you but have a nice day!
- Ward I think you were a little hard on the Beaver.
- So was Eddie Haskel, Wally and Ms. Cleaver.
- This guy keeps screamin hes paranoid.
- Quick someone get his ass another steroid!
- Blah de bee bee, blah blah blah be dee ,blooh blah.
- I didn't hear a word you said ...hippity hoo blah.
- Look Snoop Dogg has got a frick boob job!
- Didn't you listen to the last round meathead?
- Pay attention your saying the same shit that he said.
- Matter a fact dawg, here's a pencil.
- Go home, write some shit, make it suspenseful
- and don't come back until somethin dope hits you.
- Frick it, you could take the mic home with you.
- Lookin like a cyclone hit you.
- Tanktops screamin "Lotto I don't fit you!"
- You see how far them white jokes get you,
- boys like "hows Vanilla Ice gonna diss you?"
- My motto frick Om.
- I'll get your seven digits from your mother for a dollar tomorrow.
- Now everybody from the 313
- Put your motherfricking hands and follow me
- Everybody from the 313
- Put your motherfricking hands up
- Look Look
- Now while he stands tough
- Notice that this man did not had his hands up
- This free world got you gased up
- Now who's afraid of the big bad wolf
- 1, 2, 3 and to the 4
- 1 pac, 2 pac, 3 pac, 4
- 4 pac, 3 pac, 2 pac, 1
- You're pac, he's pac, no pacs, none
- This guy aint no mother fricking Mc,
- I know everything he's got to say against me,
- I am white, I am a fricking bum, I do live in a trailer with my
- mom,
- My boy Future is an Uncle Tom.
- I do got a dumb friend named Cheddar Bob who shoots
- himself in the leg with his own gun,
- I did get jumped by all 6 of you chumps
- I'm still standin here screamin "Frick The Free World!"
- Don't ever try to judge me dude
- You don't know what the frick I've been through
- But I know something about you
- You went to Crankbook, that's a private school
- What's the matter dawg? You embarrased?
- This is guy's a gangster, he's real name's Clarence
- And Clarence lives at home with both parents
- And Clarence's parents have a real good marriage
- This guy don't wanna battle, He's shook
- 'Cause there no such things as half way crooks
- He's scared to death
- He's scared to look in his fricking yearbook, frick Crankbook
- Frick the beat, I go acapella
- Frick a papa doc, frick a clock, frick a trailer, frick everybody
- Frick y'all if you doubt me
- I'm a piece of frickin' white trash, I say it proudly
- And frick this battle, I don't wanna win, I'm outty,
- Here, tell this people something they dont know about me.
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