What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?

In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions

The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century

I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,

Why is it so hard to date nowadays?

I do it once, I do it twice,

Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,

Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”

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Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,

He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,

I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell

How can I earn money through OnlyFans?

Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight

Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,

My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,

Which is the most liked web series in India?

Who designed our DNA structure?

Know your enemies

“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face

What was your most memorable combat mission during the Vietnam War?

Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger

Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?

“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,

If women aren't shallow, why do most tall, good-looking men have girlfriends?

Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through

Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do

Movin objects mentally

How do I become mentally strong?

Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife

And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,

If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,

Can you write a poem or short story based on the first image that shows up on Pinterest?

My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,

Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows

I spit like Muhammad to Moses,

Why would Hugh Grant cheat on Elizabeth Hurley?

Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?

Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,

With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,

Why does it smell so bad? I noticed that when I move around my vagina has a stench. It’s usually a wet liquid, almost like pee. There’re little to no discharge and it doesn’t hurt or itch.

I never knew my life mattered”

I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,

Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death

My husband asked me why do I keep on complaining about him cheating. Why don't I just leave?

My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”

So there in school, see I'm made a fool,

I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,

My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries

I seen it all in my short life

Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',

With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,

Laser weapons and ecstasy

The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,

Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,

I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,

a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,

Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,

Reveal alien tribal culture,

Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,

“I brought my bitch out to Pathmark, she's pushin' the cart, Headed to aisle four, damn I got milk on my Clarks, That's what I get, not focusin' from hittin' that bark, My mouth dry, need plenty water quick, I feel like a shark, In the aisle bustin' them paper towels and wipin' my Wallies down, I stood up to face a barrel, he's holdin' a shiny pound, It's him, he want revenge, I murdered his Uncle Tim, I sold him a bag of dope, his wife came and copped again, That bitch is crazy and uh, she brought her baby, She knew I had the murders a smack, It killed her man though, now I got his fuckin' nephew grippin' his gat, You's a bitch, you better kill me, you know you're booty, You pulled your toolie out on me, motherfucker, First thought was to snatch the ratchet, Said fuck it and fuckin' grabbed it, I ducked, he bucked twice, this nigga was fuckin laughin', I wrestled him to the ground, tussled, scuffled, constantly kicked him, He wouldn't let go the joint, so I fuckin' bit him, Shots was whizzin' hittin' Clorex bottles, Customers screamin', then the faggot ran out of hollows, I had to show him what it's all about, Next day we readin’ the paper: A man who came to kill gets knocked out”

Now bust the combustion Big Bang,

The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,

If it ain't

Mothership alien sorceress

I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,

Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,

When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,

Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious

“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,

Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,

Dead astronauts, pyramids

I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke

Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,

“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues

“The very next day while I'm off to class,

I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,

But there's no dollars for nothin else,

I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,

I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,

My sister's gear now has sex appeal,

And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face

Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',

My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,

The other one don't understand me,

I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,

Everyday I see my mother strugglin',

Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,

So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,

I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?

We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife

Me and my peeps is all trife

Gangbangers that spit slang

Record-breakin' the album Thriller,

High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,

No smile is genuine or real,

“late night I'm on a first class flight, The only brother in sight, the flight attendant catch fright! I sit down in my seat; 2C, She approach officially talking 'bout, ‘Excuse me’, Her lips curl up into a tight space, cause she don't believe that I'm in the right place, showed her my boarding pass, and then she sorta gasped, all embarrassed; put an extra lime on my water glass, an hour later here she come by walkin’ past; ‘I hate to be a pest but my son would love your autograph'”

I'll see you when I get there,

“…Sammy eagerly rode up on him, toxic off the turkey with the joint on him, Flower look his man stood up before him, The bitches hit the table, Jakeem stripped off his cables, Shots went off, Sam'd get a chance to make his debut, Flower grabbed Tiff his man with the sideburns, hat fell off, We noticed wig worms, he hid behind Rich, C-Allah hit the light switch, young girls were trampled in the men's room, Pool pistol whipped Mase and broke the handle, Desperate- crawlin to the door on all fours, Sham kicked the jukebox the theme song rode in was "It's Yours", Oh my goodness, Waz grabbed the Mo bottle thrashin’, He layin like a gay model shoutin’ out Sebastian, He smiled with his teeth missin, beggin’ for mercy ‘No more god, there’s 68 thousand down at pier three’, Out came the cannon, whistled out zaggin', Sham snatched his flag four big rocks enter the dragon, It's over, another story told, Lyin’ with the snakes, tongue kissin’ cobras, Yo let me tell you how the game go, We gettin rid of all the prostitutes, Tony want the streets back for sure! Too many hustlers, too many thieves, We're fuckin’ up who's willing to fight and teach the seeds? Too much TV, guns and robberies, Lust and greed and hate the four devils- jealousy”

This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like

Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,

Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,

Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe

We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers

Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you

Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,

I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,

My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,

Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose

- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,

Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,

Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you

“Money's flowin’, everything is fine, got myself a uzi and my brother a nine, business is boomin’ everything is cool, I pull about a G a week; fuck school”

So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,

Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',

Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats

Until we realized how to get the real money;

The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”

It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you

Now there's steak with the beans and rice,

It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”

What does life mean without death?

Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you

If it ain't

“Now as an outcast I was born, wasn't warned of the harm, That would come to meet me like Met Life, but yet life done sent me through a lot of ups and downs like it ain't nothin’, Like elevators but I ain't the one that's pushin' the buttons, I got off at the 13th floor, when they told me that it wasn't one, they said it skipped from 12 to 14, Still smoking, still drinking, no I'm sittin' on the Lincoln 4 A.M. thinking that in reality the world is like a ball full of playas, We trapped off in this maze, with walls made of layers”

Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,

“You as an amateur, is outspoken, I'm lookin at your face you seem to be hopin that I, might stutter, stop, or just mess up, but everything's live that's why I don't dress up, Blastmaster KRS a synonym for fresh, I'm the teacher of the class, I do not pass no test, got DJ Scott LaRock by my side, not in back of me cause we make up the Boogie Down Production crew faculty”

Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”

Three months later we run our own caper,

I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life

If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?

I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it

My sister's cute but she got no gear,

As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,

Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,

Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,

Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you

I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?

Soldier with the gas-mask

“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,

would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?

Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,

Breaking you to suicidal tendencies