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I wrote this rap, i hope to be rapstar some day, i dont like rock at all.
Ok, whoa, Ok, check check, yo Dee Jay, roll that jay, and spin that shit.
One, i am the gunner of the streets, i hit u down with my big fat beats, they so huge, they almost as large as yo mom, but definitely not as big as her fart bombs! boom! come to my room fool, then well the spin the loom, word up homeslice, come to my kitchen, roll the dice. I bet on wheels, 22 at prime, but its ok if they 33's thats fine, i ride on wheels, i make incredible deals, i rap for pleasure, not for money, and when im stoned, i feel real funny, sometimes i see lots of bunnies. Ching Chang, bang. Ok fool, u aint got shit, u so poor, i got a mansion, im rich. eh-day i go shopping, at the mall, and afterwards, i go streetball. take it to the hoop! take it to the hoop! i gotta go poop, cya, wouldnt wanna be ya, cuz u poor, im rich, and thats just the way it is, bitch.
Ok, whoa, Ok, check check, yo Dee Jay, roll that jay, and spin that shit.
One, i am the gunner of the streets, i hit u down with my big fat beats, they so huge, they almost as large as yo mom, but definitely not as big as her fart bombs! boom! come to my room fool, then well the spin the loom, word up homeslice, come to my kitchen, roll the dice. I bet on wheels, 22 at prime, but its ok if they 33's thats fine, i ride on wheels, i make incredible deals, i rap for pleasure, not for money, and when im stoned, i feel real funny, sometimes i see lots of bunnies. Ching Chang, bang. Ok fool, u aint got shit, u so poor, i got a mansion, im rich. eh-day i go shopping, at the mall, and afterwards, i go streetball. take it to the hoop! take it to the hoop! i gotta go poop, cya, wouldnt wanna be ya, cuz u poor, im rich, and thats just the way it is, bitch.
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