i used a rap generator
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Jul 10, 2018
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EthanLaserCatWei wrote:
i used a rap generator
Rap generator, eh?
Leave the link plz.
Jul 10, 2018
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His palms are sweaty. Knees weak arms are heavy he vomit on his sweater already. Mom’s spaghetti. His nervous but on the surface he looks calm and ready to drop bombs. But he keeps on forgetting what he wrote down the whole crowd goes so loud. His choking now. Everybody is choking how. The clocks ran out times up over.
No more games or change to new Court rage tear this motherfuckin like the new war stage I was playing in the black stage!
Hoes!
I tell a ***** no dick ride no blick ride leave it to the double thick thighs twin sisters drop it down wobble wobble wa Miami budded up just gobble gobble up that how you get your money up
Slide slide to the Bentley trucka you rave trucka your bestie is a dick sucker I big dub her aslamamalekum you big hater your nothin but a hater cloud chaser
Jul 7, 2020
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I never cared for rapping paper. Such a waste. Tear it off and gets thrown away.
Now I cetch them at the chicken spot hop a couple chops pop that nigga like a hunna shoot tata tata ya damn nigga did it bout dada dada da nigga goin loco loco pop the basterds back tags
Your mad I’m back bad mad she’s mad big sad haha don’t care stay mad ahahhahaha haha bitch luv it it cus it big mad nigga tween now hoedown big bad
Yeah, yeah
Ayo, Bob, it's time.
It's time, Bob (aight, Bob, begin).
Straight out the spiffing dungeons of rap.
The banana drops deep as does my joystick.
I never spin, 'cause to spin is the mother-in-law of kick.
Beyond the walls of butt, life is defined.
I think of happiness when I'm in a Houston state of mind.
Hope the stick got some kick.
My tick don't like no dirty nick.
Run up to the sic and get the trick.
In a Houston state of mind.
What more could you ask for? The spiffing banana?
You complain about volume.
I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the piano.
I'm rappin' to the aardvark,
And I'm gonna move your arc.
Grubby, mild, weird, like a rat
Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a cat.
I can't take the volume, can't take the money.
I woulda tried to natter I guess I got no honey.
I'm rappin' to the arc,
And I'm gonna move your aardvark.
Yea, yaz, in a Houston state of mind.
When I was young my mother-in-law had a santa.
I waz kicked out without no arcana.
I never thought I'd see that cabana.
Ain't a soul alive that could take my mother-in-law's piano.
An ample angel is quite the archangel.
Thinking of happiness. Yaz, thinking of happiness (happiness)