A Deal

What happens when the dough gets low
B**** you ain't that fine, no way

Yo Binky, cuz.
Don't be spammin'.
Yo antics ain't by slammin'.
And floodin' ain't be helpin'
Yo jus like Boris Yeltsin.

See that's why you come to KFC
Meet the MC
Get chicken fo' free.
Cuz yo at KFC.
The money you spend at the do'
I give to the po'.
b****.

I am da king of freestyle rap
Can' beat me back
I opened da crack.
Of FREESTYLE RAP.

Caroline, she's the reason for the word b**** (b****!)
I hope she's speeding on the way to the club

Trying to hurry up to see a baller or a singer or somebody like that
And try to put on her makeup in the mirror and crash, crash, craaaash
Into a ditch (Just playin')

Well, ya see
Mah problem be.
If I don't HOI see
I'll turn crazy just as thee.
It's just the posts that count.
and not the content in them
so sit back and watch as I eat this stem.

Yo, hatin' on people
That not bein' nice.
Yo so disrespectful
Yo cold like ice.

But you don't gotta flood.
Cuz it' breakin' da rulez.
Who cares, it also
Make yo look like a fool.

Yo, hatin' on people
That not bein' nice.
Yo so disrespectful
Yo cold like ice.

What's cooler than bein' cool? Ice cold.

To be honest, I wouldn't consider today's rap, "real" rap. =P

Shark wit a smirk, Newkirk, yirkity burp, slurpin durp, shippity doo da, ****.

There.

But you don't gotta flood.
Cuz it' breakin' da rulez.
Who cares, it also
Make yo look like a fool.

Yo say I'm a fool
That I'm not cool.
Well, I've got a message for you.
You're probably a fool too.
messing up them size tags.
certainly aint cool.
so nice try mister KFC man
Noone makes chicken like you can.
But you got a secret no one knows
You're leon trotsky fo' sure.
Now you homies might be screamin for the proof
well I'll just say "you lose"
Cuz tilt yo eyes just a little bit
and you'll se what I mean
snorting a cofee bean

cheese

EDIT: Whoops, double post... sorta. Nevermind.

This post has been edited by Jeff Silvers on Jun 22 2004, 08:59 PM

Hanyo' can't rap
Jeff don't know crap
Binky can't tell that I ain't a soviet
Trotsky's dead, but I up an' livin' it.

An' Willy?
Yellow crackas can't rap.

Well she's got a hotty's body, but her attitude is potty
When I met her at a party she was hardly actin' naughty
I said "Shorty, would you call me?"
She said "Pardon me, are you ballin'?"
I said "Darling, you sound like a prostitute pursin'"
Oh so you're one of them freaks
Get geeked at the sight of an ATM receipt
But game been beeped, droppin' names she's weak
Trickin' off this b**** is lost, must take me for a geek
A quick way to eat, a neat place to sleep
Rent-a-car for a week, trick for a treat
Go on with the raw sex, my AIDS test is flawless
Regardless, we don't wanna get involved with all them lawyers
And judges just to hold grudges in the courtroom
I wanna see your support bra, not support you

Jeff, I already put yo down.
You rappin' mishaps won't take yo to town.
Cuz you don't know what rap'zabout.
Cuz the MC OWNED YO.

ROTFL

Colonel Sanders, you can't rap!
The day you started, I had to drink tap!
The **** is up with your singing? It sounds like l@p's server lag!
CHEEECK IT!

...

*Fails it.*

ROTFL

ROTFL ain't be a word.
So don't be trying cuz yo lookin' absurd.

Yo rhymin' is good.
But yo got no wit.
Yo rap makes no sense.
And yo quality's ****.