MF Boom Combo - prince darkskin
• Written by Tdbanks
Tdbanks's Notes
Combo of new written, old written and freestyles
also message v1, rhyming v2 and wordplay v3
I touch the mic It go, Booom
kept my hoes in check, thanks MF doom
It's a salt in the wound to many of whom
think we shouldn't great, me and my crew
if the news spoke the truth, it wouldn't have views
Racists wouldn't like it or People stereotyping
White kills black, "So what should I do"
Black attacked the white "ha, he did it for his own good"
Mad rhymes over heads like sci-fi
Kills, when it cross your mind like a drive-by
I meet the guidelines, now I'll marry nine wives
Unforgettable, my name's* on top of *where your eyes lie
working on next project
which will get your head bobbing
Or pain while in bed, throbbing
grab your next pop it and throw you in a next coffin
eff'd the game up like it was some sex object
Y'all twisted, like Joey bad dreads locked in
oh no the feds calling
[Hook]
Would you like fries with that
would you like fries with that
I ain't fried when I rap
I thought that I should ask
would you like fries with that
Canadian,
Ham is your bacon strips
Black rapping and his fans are amazed to it
burning up haters who stands in his radius
I take a bow , hear the shouts from the stadium
Joker-like cranium
playing with uranium bombs like iranian
attack earth like them aliens
I ain't jamaican, have my tape replaying
black kid soon famous, and cause pain in your anus..
With the fame I won't need I.D
plain white tee with the levi jeans
I rock knee-high socks, I pop the Js on thee
I eff'd the rap game up, and now it needs Iv
[Hook]
Can you feel it kids
baby in the tummy mayne I'm kicking it, killin it
driving you insane cause your minds' a whip
I rap acid
chance faggot, bro I'm savage
got to many options for sucess like madden
breathing fire caused the black lips
I fill the banks, Madlibs
Money stackin like massive like packages of cabbages
A viscous killing blacker kid
go tell'em freddy's back again
bout to spice the game let me check my kitchen cabinet
and whip you up disaster, rapper on the lows
then most pants of gangsters or getting head from hoes
Rappers begin to choke bro I'm so dope
I bring more pain then your Eyes full of soap
and you know?
drops chins like house haunted
the pain you can stop it
Imcoming like a comet, with my ghetto like sonnets
kill tracks when ever on it
Now I'm on america's most wanted
punchlines beating instrumentals, alchololics
or jamaican mom licks dosing on anabolics
off this
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Tdbanks
Member since July 19 2013