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You are the Chinese with the small eye
Why you wear the sungrasses here inside?
I can freestyle, off the top of the dome
You depend on the people
I stand arone.
You suck the ***
You too slow I'm fast
This is my house dog, you stuck in the past.
Dick hang like a brack man,
where the **** is yours
it's lost in the forest.
Don't even try to make a comeback, when I freestyle I hold my *** back.
You so fat you like the humpback!
S'how I roll with my spring roll
in my *****'s hole like a pimp yo.
On the Friday night I do the humping,
for the desert i have,
the Seafood Dumpring!
You are the Chinese with the small eye
Why you wear the sungrasses here inside?
I can freestyle, off the top of the dome
You depend on the people
I stand arone.
You suck the ***
You too slow I'm fast
This is my house dog, you stuck in the past.
Dick hang like a brack man,
where the **** is yours
it's lost in the forest.
Don't even try to make a comeback, when I freestyle I hold my *** back.
You so fat you like the humpback!
S'how I roll with my spring roll
in my *****'s hole like a pimp yo.
On the Friday night I do the humping,
for the desert i have,
the Seafood Dumpring!
call me bowser, hit them on the floor like a boss bitch
it’s inevitable that you step into my level then you get end up with a loss bitch
line in the sand, i’ve crossed it
grinding till i’m exhausted
never gonna put the mic down, i’m here right now
so what you want, bitch?
still here cause i flow rhymes, mixtape shit since ’09
only white dude in the game, who made it this far
without a co sign
baby and now it’s show time, they telling me that it’s your time
freestyle in my destiny, bitches i never wrote mine
so learn my fucking name cause know we not the fucking same
i’m fighting for my life and the title just like the hunger games
had to get gather my success back to that connecticut to get rough neck,
any time a beat gets killed, they looking for me
because they know i’m the suspect
leaving competition upset, grabbing they girl then we fuck yes
they stepping at me in a battle when winning
that’s like me passing a drug test,
shit will not happen, ready for action
grabbing a mic and i’m getting it cracking
no need for the bragging i know that i’m dope
and homie you ain’t even a fraction
of what i can do, i’m coming for you
and steadily killin the rappin
so fuck it, i’m through im pummeling crews and leavin that cypher laughin
taking bottles to the face till im like fuck man so dirty my entourage follows behind me with dust pans
so slow it down some, sippin on my Styrofoam
trapped inside of webby’s world like pauly shore in biodome
i roll an eighth a fire, just so it can take me higher
molten lava flow and smoking my volcano vaporizer
i havent made it yet cause rap is full of politics
so all you politicians suck my dick until you swallow it
my dreams must have a twitter account, cause i’ma follow it
and anyone or anything in my way, i’ll demolish it
motherfucking monster, steadily ripping it proper bitches so get to the chopper mean as baracka, speakin that lava freaking better than tuco salamanca
killer with flow,bouncin around like im tigger on blow spitting it so, out of control trippin the door, the slower you thinkin, the quicker i go..
keep the bitches titties jiggalin yo i stick and i go
i’m better than you, no matter how you try to figure it bro
the villain is back, killin a track,
won’t stop till i got me a million in cash, listen to facts, r2 trigger attack, drop that magnificent rap giggity giggity giggity splat, the illest stuff in the vicinitys map, killin these bitches like trinitys back,with different rhy-rhythems so listen to that, so mario should do his cardio and grab a flower cuz youll need to throw some fireballs if you gon step to browser, yeah.
it’s inevitable that you step into my level then you get end up with a loss bitch
line in the sand, i’ve crossed it
grinding till i’m exhausted
never gonna put the mic down, i’m here right now
so what you want, bitch?
still here cause i flow rhymes, mixtape shit since ’09
only white dude in the game, who made it this far
without a co sign
baby and now it’s show time, they telling me that it’s your time
freestyle in my destiny, bitches i never wrote mine
so learn my fucking name cause know we not the fucking same
i’m fighting for my life and the title just like the hunger games
had to get gather my success back to that connecticut to get rough neck,
any time a beat gets killed, they looking for me
because they know i’m the suspect
leaving competition upset, grabbing they girl then we fuck yes
they stepping at me in a battle when winning
that’s like me passing a drug test,
shit will not happen, ready for action
grabbing a mic and i’m getting it cracking
no need for the bragging i know that i’m dope
and homie you ain’t even a fraction
of what i can do, i’m coming for you
and steadily killin the rappin
so fuck it, i’m through im pummeling crews and leavin that cypher laughin
taking bottles to the face till im like fuck man so dirty my entourage follows behind me with dust pans
so slow it down some, sippin on my Styrofoam
trapped inside of webby’s world like pauly shore in biodome
i roll an eighth a fire, just so it can take me higher
molten lava flow and smoking my volcano vaporizer
i havent made it yet cause rap is full of politics
so all you politicians suck my dick until you swallow it
my dreams must have a twitter account, cause i’ma follow it
and anyone or anything in my way, i’ll demolish it
motherfucking monster, steadily ripping it proper bitches so get to the chopper mean as baracka, speakin that lava freaking better than tuco salamanca
killer with flow,bouncin around like im tigger on blow spitting it so, out of control trippin the door, the slower you thinkin, the quicker i go..
keep the bitches titties jiggalin yo i stick and i go
i’m better than you, no matter how you try to figure it bro
the villain is back, killin a track,
won’t stop till i got me a million in cash, listen to facts, r2 trigger attack, drop that magnificent rap giggity giggity giggity splat, the illest stuff in the vicinitys map, killin these bitches like trinitys back,with different rhy-rhythems so listen to that, so mario should do his cardio and grab a flower cuz youll need to throw some fireballs if you gon step to browser, yeah.
Alright man fuck this shit
"blowin' everything in my pockets, man money aint an issue
you see a beat, and think its something to spit to
I take a beat, n see it as something to shit threw
You finna' Need a tissue, after I fuckin' dis you
you so broke, bitches aint even gonna fuckin' miss you
I dont really know your gurl, But I know how her lips doo'
Don't even challenge me, your Lyricly Un-fit too
Finna knock yo lights out, Solar Eclipse youu"
"blowin' everything in my pockets, man money aint an issue
you see a beat, and think its something to spit to
I take a beat, n see it as something to shit threw
You finna' Need a tissue, after I fuckin' dis you
you so broke, bitches aint even gonna fuckin' miss you
I dont really know your gurl, But I know how her lips doo'
Don't even challenge me, your Lyricly Un-fit too
Finna knock yo lights out, Solar Eclipse youu"
Man I hate rap, but if the shoe fits, wear it
I've become a freak of nature all the kids stare at
Who walk around bumping RAW with the shit blaring
Saying "Fuck school" and dropping out like a miscarriage
I'm embarrassed
And I'm ashamed I played a part in this devilish game
Making your common sense perish
But I ain't taking the full blame
Cause most of you chumps running around here ain't never had strict parents
All of your brain cells rotting from weed
You feeling like if you ain't got it, life's not as complete
You having sex with every-motherfuckin'-body you see
With a past so dark that Satan'd jump out of his seat
But still you out in these streets thinking you hot as can be
Without the knowledge to lead so you just follow the sheep
Making sure your lame swag is all polished and clean
While your favorite rapper's like "Yeah, he got it from me"
You been brainwashed by a fake life that you're used to livin'
When I say the word "fun", what do you envision?
Probably drinking and smoking out with your crew
And chilling with clueless women you trying to bang, bumping New Edition
Is that all you think life really is
Well if so, then you're a fucking idiot
I honestly feel like grabbing your head and hitting it
Matter of fact, you don't even deserve a brain; GIMME IT!
Do you even have any goals
Aside from bagging these hoes and packing a bowl
Well let me guess- No
You're only in school because your parents make you go
And all you do is play beer pong and hang out with your bros
Yo, society's got you living for a whack cause
You're a fucking adult with no skills at all
You don't read any books or play ball
You don't draw, you literally do nothing at all
Still you fiend for the glamorous fruits
You don't have cause you idolize rappers that do
And all they say is "I got money and it's stacked to the roof"
And now you think that it's gon' magically just happen to you
How? Your lazy ass don't commit to labor
You pick something up, try it out, and put it down two minutes later
Then you complain about your life cause it ain't getting catered
Now whoever tries to call you on your bullshit's a hater
You wanna succeed, you have to try
Or one day you'll get older and regret it all cause you can't provide
Your friends are lowlifes, don't act surprised
Look, just cut the bad fruit off of the tree, make the sacrifice
Girls, stop acting like you want a guy with traits like Romeo
Bitch that's a fucking lie
You always talk about how every man's fake
And you can't take it and you want something real
Shut up tramp, save it
Twice a week you put on your makeup and damn bracelets
And head to the club half-naked with your ass shaking
Pulling a lowlife nigga who claim he cash making
Til you let him hit and find out he work at the gas station
One of them niggas got you pregnant and you can't raise it
But you caused it, your actions made a fat statement
You want Romeo, then act patient
And stop fronting like he in the club posted in the back waitin'
It's the club, where guys put on a new persona
After they get loaded with a few coronas
They always shouting and wild out with habits that very few condone of
Then they look for beautiful brainless bitches like you to bone 'em
Then when they leave you, you cry and cry
Talking 'bout, "Oh my god I can't find a guy
I've spent so many years and I've tried and tried
Why am I even on Earth? I should die"
You want Romeo, you're not worthy
You're cock-thirsty
You're nasty and probably got herpes
Sometimes the secret to find is to stop searching
Try a new formula, cause your last one's not working
The term "real nigga"'s publicly used
And I need to know what it means, cause I'm fucking confused
Are you one for always busting your tool
With nothing to lose and something to prove to homies up in your crew
Is it because you're selling drugs to get loot
And brag about how you done been shot and stabbed
Like it's fun to be you
But your life's a struggle, right, and you just hustling through
Nah, you hamster ass nigga, you just stuck in a loop
Man, why do black people gotta be the only ones who can't evolve
Cause you in the streets acting like a neanderthal
It's clear you can't stand the law, you're lost as an abandoned dog
And all you're interested in is fighting, rapping, and basketball
I can't even fuck with you, cause if we out in public
You gon' get caught stealing some shit and get my ass in trouble, too
You'll get old and be nothing
Living life in these streets, thugging and starting shit with anybody mean mugging
Look at you, a real nigga, thinking your life's cool
Girls used to turn me down for guys who were like you
'Til you grab their heart and shove a spearhead right through
Then they regret it because it wasn't the right move
Your real nigga talk seems bogus
A real nigga don't brag about being real as long as he knows it
And his future doesn't seem hopeless
A real nigga stays out of jail, handles shit, and he keeps focused
So all you rappers whose soul is out in the wrong
You inspire the issue I wrote about in this song
You go to pile on the young who roam around in the slums
See this is what happens when rap's overcrowded with bums
Hope the hour is long when I'm rolling out with your tongue
The man above is my guide, you know the power is strong
All you menacing freaks are only in it for cheese
And the mass control limit was breached - fuck hip-hop
They only in it for cheese, and any eyewitness can see
They purposely making the innocent weak
My existence on this planet's for you, I ain't only here to benefit me
Yo, we need to make a change while there's still time
It is hard, and sometimes I struggle trying to reveal mine
I can guide you if you feel blind
I just need you to be willing to journey into my ill mind
I've become a freak of nature all the kids stare at
Who walk around bumping RAW with the shit blaring
Saying "Fuck school" and dropping out like a miscarriage
I'm embarrassed
And I'm ashamed I played a part in this devilish game
Making your common sense perish
But I ain't taking the full blame
Cause most of you chumps running around here ain't never had strict parents
All of your brain cells rotting from weed
You feeling like if you ain't got it, life's not as complete
You having sex with every-motherfuckin'-body you see
With a past so dark that Satan'd jump out of his seat
But still you out in these streets thinking you hot as can be
Without the knowledge to lead so you just follow the sheep
Making sure your lame swag is all polished and clean
While your favorite rapper's like "Yeah, he got it from me"
You been brainwashed by a fake life that you're used to livin'
When I say the word "fun", what do you envision?
Probably drinking and smoking out with your crew
And chilling with clueless women you trying to bang, bumping New Edition
Is that all you think life really is
Well if so, then you're a fucking idiot
I honestly feel like grabbing your head and hitting it
Matter of fact, you don't even deserve a brain; GIMME IT!
Do you even have any goals
Aside from bagging these hoes and packing a bowl
Well let me guess- No
You're only in school because your parents make you go
And all you do is play beer pong and hang out with your bros
Yo, society's got you living for a whack cause
You're a fucking adult with no skills at all
You don't read any books or play ball
You don't draw, you literally do nothing at all
Still you fiend for the glamorous fruits
You don't have cause you idolize rappers that do
And all they say is "I got money and it's stacked to the roof"
And now you think that it's gon' magically just happen to you
How? Your lazy ass don't commit to labor
You pick something up, try it out, and put it down two minutes later
Then you complain about your life cause it ain't getting catered
Now whoever tries to call you on your bullshit's a hater
You wanna succeed, you have to try
Or one day you'll get older and regret it all cause you can't provide
Your friends are lowlifes, don't act surprised
Look, just cut the bad fruit off of the tree, make the sacrifice
Girls, stop acting like you want a guy with traits like Romeo
Bitch that's a fucking lie
You always talk about how every man's fake
And you can't take it and you want something real
Shut up tramp, save it
Twice a week you put on your makeup and damn bracelets
And head to the club half-naked with your ass shaking
Pulling a lowlife nigga who claim he cash making
Til you let him hit and find out he work at the gas station
One of them niggas got you pregnant and you can't raise it
But you caused it, your actions made a fat statement
You want Romeo, then act patient
And stop fronting like he in the club posted in the back waitin'
It's the club, where guys put on a new persona
After they get loaded with a few coronas
They always shouting and wild out with habits that very few condone of
Then they look for beautiful brainless bitches like you to bone 'em
Then when they leave you, you cry and cry
Talking 'bout, "Oh my god I can't find a guy
I've spent so many years and I've tried and tried
Why am I even on Earth? I should die"
You want Romeo, you're not worthy
You're cock-thirsty
You're nasty and probably got herpes
Sometimes the secret to find is to stop searching
Try a new formula, cause your last one's not working
The term "real nigga"'s publicly used
And I need to know what it means, cause I'm fucking confused
Are you one for always busting your tool
With nothing to lose and something to prove to homies up in your crew
Is it because you're selling drugs to get loot
And brag about how you done been shot and stabbed
Like it's fun to be you
But your life's a struggle, right, and you just hustling through
Nah, you hamster ass nigga, you just stuck in a loop
Man, why do black people gotta be the only ones who can't evolve
Cause you in the streets acting like a neanderthal
It's clear you can't stand the law, you're lost as an abandoned dog
And all you're interested in is fighting, rapping, and basketball
I can't even fuck with you, cause if we out in public
You gon' get caught stealing some shit and get my ass in trouble, too
You'll get old and be nothing
Living life in these streets, thugging and starting shit with anybody mean mugging
Look at you, a real nigga, thinking your life's cool
Girls used to turn me down for guys who were like you
'Til you grab their heart and shove a spearhead right through
Then they regret it because it wasn't the right move
Your real nigga talk seems bogus
A real nigga don't brag about being real as long as he knows it
And his future doesn't seem hopeless
A real nigga stays out of jail, handles shit, and he keeps focused
So all you rappers whose soul is out in the wrong
You inspire the issue I wrote about in this song
You go to pile on the young who roam around in the slums
See this is what happens when rap's overcrowded with bums
Hope the hour is long when I'm rolling out with your tongue
The man above is my guide, you know the power is strong
All you menacing freaks are only in it for cheese
And the mass control limit was breached - fuck hip-hop
They only in it for cheese, and any eyewitness can see
They purposely making the innocent weak
My existence on this planet's for you, I ain't only here to benefit me
Yo, we need to make a change while there's still time
It is hard, and sometimes I struggle trying to reveal mine
I can guide you if you feel blind
I just need you to be willing to journey into my ill mind
Ill probably be the only one that doesnt go on google or something. but here it goes.
Yoo........ Ive fucked so many bitches. Went to the doctor and had to get stitches........... on my dick. this nigga jazmin is a prick. raping all these hoes but never went near a spick. pop a pill take a bong rip. Imma kid still but i just live for the motherfucking thrill. Sitting on xbox used to be my life. Now i sit on WoW and cut my self with a knife. Depression medicine doesnt do shit. All that seems to work is beating the fuck out of my dick.
.......I'm done
http://www.hiphopsonglyrics.com/bowser-lyrics-by-chris-webby.html
2. I am Bowser.
Yoo........ Ive fucked so many bitches. Went to the doctor and had to get stitches........... on my dick. this nigga jazmin is a prick. raping all these hoes but never went near a spick. pop a pill take a bong rip. Imma kid still but i just live for the motherfucking thrill. Sitting on xbox used to be my life. Now i sit on WoW and cut my self with a knife. Depression medicine doesnt do shit. All that seems to work is beating the fuck out of my dick.
.......I'm done
1. This is a fucking song. Chirs Webby - Bowser.Mini said:
http://www.hiphopsonglyrics.com/bowser-lyrics-by-chris-webby.html
2. I am Bowser.
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