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Flickin' Them Chains

  1. //THIS SONG IS LARGELY A PARODY OF TRIPLET FLOW RAPS
  2. //AND MUMBLE
  3.  
  4. Flickin' them chain,
  5. Flickin' them chains
  6. Flickin' them chains
  7.  
  8. Flickin' them chains
  9. Flickin' them chains
  10. Rippin' them chains
  11.  
  12. Gucci water in the tub, oh
  13. My tunes in the club, yo
  14. Gold coloured maple syrup, yup,
  15. Up on my luck, you washed up, up
  16. Finna nut, on her butt, butt,
  17. But what, gucci on my slut,
  18. wearing ten watches,
  19. Not qualified for college,
  20.  
  21. My cadence is hip, yo
  22. And your flow is gay, ho,
  23. You're ho don't swallow,
  24. Mine does, she hollow,
  25. holla do, I make hella dough,
  26. I don't know, where to go,
  27. I have more windows in my house
  28. than you have doors, yo,
  29.  
  30. Prada on my sofa, yeah,
  31. I'm a supernova, yeah,
  32. Door knocking jehovah, ay,
  33. Your mum is fucking gay,
  34. I'm better than Eminem,
  35. I rap better than him,
  36. Goat, I'm a homonym,
  37. Watch, this beat I spin,
  38. Watch, this bubble I'm in,
  39. Beat me up at the bar,
  40. because my bubbles blow far,
  41. I blew, like avatar,
  42. Blew a car, like Jafar,
  43. Jaffa Cake, no, caviar,
  44.  
  45. Blowin' notes on my guitar,
  46. I hope that we never revoir,
  47. No water in the reservoir,
  48. No one, un dun twa,
  49. Bitch, ho, go wash my car,
  50. Jaguar, from nascar,
  51. Film it like, SHankar,
  52. Shut it up or I'll shank ya,
  53. Money in my pocket better bank ya,
  54. Go say hi to the banker,
  55. The banker is my grandpa,
  56. You're rhymes are subpar,
  57. Linked by a sandbar,
  58. I send for, your mumma,
  59. Call her, got her number,
  60. Fuck her, without rubber,
  61. Fucker upper like a motherfucker,
  62. Fuck her up the way your father fucked her,
  63. Rather fuck her but than fuck another
  64. fucker I found on the street, on the concrete, oh,
  65. Gang signs through window,
  66. blood, no, crip, no, what?
  67. I don't spill, my blood, and
  68. I will never be crippled (so)
  69. Me and Lewis are not alike, (woah)
  70. Makin' pennies on his motorbike (oh)
  71. Just kidding, sike ho,
  72. I'm called a psycho,
  73. Ride a bicycle,
  74. no wheels,
  75. I'm tirelessly climbing up hills,
  76. Tired of chucking lean, pills,
  77. Drug kills, Drunk skills,
  78. I rap like OJ kills,
  79. Orange juice on my purple pills,
  80.  
  81.  
  82. hibbedy hobbidy, rap is a hobby, but mumblin' bitches
  83. are getting more hot than me,
  84. Don't want to continue to make raps and rhyme
  85. If I only get five views everytime, how am I to make a dime,
  86. trapped in my own paradigm,
  87. no paradise, till lunchline, not fine, no I'm, sublime,
  88. Not lemon, but I'm sour.

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