My new rap song chaos40: I can eat a peach for hours put that on your timer
Make the ladies say owwwww with my 2” “mangina”
That would be 2” off the ground
But you know I’m down
For whatever is clever
In the 4th grade I got beat up by a girl named Heather
She had a really tiny head and these MASSIVE arms
My memories are vivid
Bitch used to chase me home from school with a mob of angry midgets
She once pummeled my ass in front of the whole class
And while I lied in pool of my own blood and piss even the teacher laughed
No need to sweat that cause I’m back in shape
Pour crystal in a blender to make a protein shake
I’m the rap king of Ojar as you can plainly see
I’ll tell you right now KING KONG AIN’T GOT SHIT ON ME!
chaos40 *** does the human beat box then wraps a plastic bag filled with pesticides tightly around his neck due to extreme boredom today*****
Re: My new rap song Mr. Incognito: Mr. Incognitos Rap
(Sorry Iam no good at rap LOL)
I Meditated, ‘Bout before we was related.
I know now ya’ just to complicated.
Crying bout arguments that you had instigated.
No one can help ya’ now Psycho needs medicated.
Yeah!
Ya,’ wanted to hurt me bad snake, and leave my insides hollow.
But now ya’ with child on that seed ya’ should’a swallowed.
I got a question, ya’ gotta tell me now!
Whats It?!?!
Are you starting to moo like a cow?
Fuck you, And I hope ya’ hate your new life.
Want you to know, won’t be long ’fore I have a good wife.
What? Whos that?
It’s the sound of the Reaper man a coming.
One day you’re going to know that it does no good a run’n
Oh sweet Jesus, you will be thinking when you die.
I bet you’ll wish then, you had though ‘bout more than “Me, Myself, and I”
Stop trying my shit, ya’ fucking Air headed bastard!
You did’nt want our son before.
And now you’re thinking like a whore!
Whats That?!?!
Why didn’t Ya’ Just grow up?
Christ above, woman!
Why Ya’ make me throw up?
Yeah!
Ya’ Kissed away 11 years of our family History.
A good life is my lot, and me and the boys destiny.
Its a shame and a pity, but I am glad is gotta to be me.
Who’s That?
The Nostradamus of your Misery!
