yo yo watch me rape. i wear a cape and i'm getting that tape. to put around you.it will make you poo when i tape you, you say nuuuuuu, plz don't rape me. i say yuuuuuuuuuuues.
jaja
I wuz sittin out there on that stump
when when slowly strutted by a horny lookin chump
he stopped on the walk as fuqhen ballsy as can be
an smiled as that niggur just listened to me
to me, to me to me, that asshole just listened to me
I was rapeing an scratchin just a sex as I do
wit both my turntables spinnin an needles rakin leik a screw
I was rap masta mang an that bitch had to move
I hit the powa on my tables an stopped the Bee Gees an Bay City Rollas too.
an I asked the horny fouqh, can I motherfouqhen help you?
He sed, you a pretty good raper son but give this horny fuqher his due.
cuz you pissant, I'll bet this turn table of gold against your soul.
cause I know I'm good and son you'll end up blowin my pole
pole pole pole, you'll end up blowing my pole
That assholl pulled a bluetooth mike up and started to sing
but his rapeing wasn't any fuqhing words, and the sound was maeking my dam ears ring.
when his turn was over he smile up at me
wit a evil grin liek he was gonna win and the fuqher was full of sick glee.
But I held out my hand and turned the powa back on
and began rapeing my secret song
I played round the fuking mountian boy hump boy run
the fukin devil's in the ho house of the rising sun
there's a motherfouqhin chicken in the bread pan
shitting all ovea the place bitch.
bitch, I'm talkin to you! c'mon now get the chicken.
tha's right that's how I roll
now gimme that turn table
rapper raper rapier all sound close all used out of context in the name of humor