Collaboratory
By Foxy.boi12
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[Verse 1: Foxy.boi12]
First on the beat, rappin' faster than you with my momma who's faster than your own motha
Ah, who am I kidding I can't rap any faster than any of the last brothas
I'm just a bystander sitting back and watchin' all of the drama
I'm writin' essays and lyrics, get an F because I forgot a comma
Speakin' of writin' I'm faster than a bull you can call me brahma
Rappin' and I'm causin' injuries to the head, that's right I'm causing trauma
I could do this all day and the night catch me rappin' in pajamas
Tryin' to promote peace, but nobody listens, call me Dalai Lama
Y'know I wanna rap to a beat, pay tribute to tradition
I've always hated all this shit just ‘cause I wanna fit in
Wanna be my own man, and I've been tryin'
But these fuckin' feelings in my head tell me to start dyin'
Fuck that, I ain't gonna let my mind control me
The voices say “pull the trigger” and I respond “You can blow me!”
I don't do this for the music or the cash I do this shit for free
I wanna find my purpose and my man that's the fuckin' tea
Mothafuckas sayin' I'm racist or homophobic
I ain't got no fuckin' quarrels with gays, see lyrical aerobics
Fellas sayin' that, dicks are prolly hella damn microbic
Rappin' fresh but still losin' good oxygen, shits saprobic
“Wuh oh!” I say, “Gotta find another rhyme!”
Not like what I say matters, people will still call it a word crime
“Lil' Guy, other guys! Cmon dipshits, double time!”
But they can't, because by the time we're done its fuckin' bedtime
No bling on my body, but all my homies call me golden
I feel feelings towards the other sex, those feelings which I gotta hold in
Despite having no drive, it's always my friends that I have to embolden
I could rip into somebody three times, three strikes, except we're bowling
Too many variables in social life for me to fuckin' handle
Gotta think about too much shit before I talk and start a scandal
I've made good friends, the only friend I've been is a stupid fuckin' vandal
“Yo Foxy, I bet I could outsmart you!” Bitch, you couldn't hold a candle
Foxy.boi may be the name you know but shit that's just about it
My real name is Steve, I'm 16, but listen to my loud spit
I'm a white male with privileged parents, and I go by my own witt
If I had to label you as a body part, yeah, prolly armpit
That's a first-grade insult, you offended? Well then fuckin' sue me
I know yo' momma wasn't offended when I asked nicely if she would screw me
10th grade, still offended? Man, I thought y'all knew me
I'm a stupid ass white male, and I'm not allowed to say that I'm proud to be me
[Verse 2: "Lil' Guy"]
Yo
Lil' Guy on the track
Boutta spit some hot fire
Ay, try to keep up and understand me because I'm boutta spit so fast and phonetic that you might not be able to comprehend it
Y'all ready for this?
This ain't no mumble track
And I got you bitch comin' back
Here we go
Don't ask how old I am because I don't gotta answer
Yo I see yo girl's butt and I just gotta pants her
She see my cock and knows why they call me “Lancer”
See her in bed and go “So that's why you're a pole dancer”
To answer yo' last question it's seven
But believe me I rap like I'm eleven
My rhymes will kill you and unlike dogs you won't go to heaven
Bullies say I won't go places, well how's this, Kevin?
Wait, stop the clock, class has just begun
Just like all white kids I just brought a gun
Oops too edgy for a kid who could be yo' son?
Sorry ‘bout that man I'm just tryna have fun
You know what it is, this only the beginning-
(Barging noise)
“What the hell are you doing in here? Why haven't you cleaned your room?”
Dad get out I'm trying to do something!
“No, that's it you're going to have to learn the hard way.”
What? Dad...No wait Dad please, Dad wait NOOOO-
[Verse 3: "Big Dude", "Lil' Guy", Foxy.boi12]
Aight, don't worry ‘bout him he's doin fine
What matters is I'm Big Dude, here to spit some rhymes
Outta the trio I'm the most gangsta
That means I'm in gangs...And stuff…
Strollin' down the street robbin peeps in my new whip
Got fellas peepin' my ride, they ask if I'm blood or crip
Check further in the album and you'll see I'm a Blip
I pop them fools, my girl freaks, I tell her “Don't even trip.”
Gas stations, strip clubs, no place is safe
Shit now I gotta find summ' that rhymes with safe
Fuck man, I don't know what rhymes wit' safe
Maybe you could try “chafe” or “strafe”?
Guys, guys, clearly you aren't cut out for this rap stuff. You tried your hardest, but leave the fresh rhymes to me, aight?
First on the beat, rappin' faster than you with my momma who's faster than your own motha
Ah, who am I kidding I can't rap any faster than any of the last brothas
I'm just a bystander sitting back and watchin' all of the drama
I'm writin' essays and lyrics, get an F because I forgot a comma
Speakin' of writin' I'm faster than a bull you can call me brahma
Rappin' and I'm causin' injuries to the head, that's right I'm causing trauma
I could do this all day and the night catch me rappin' in pajamas
Tryin' to promote peace, but nobody listens, call me Dalai Lama
Y'know I wanna rap to a beat, pay tribute to tradition
I've always hated all this shit just ‘cause I wanna fit in
Wanna be my own man, and I've been tryin'
But these fuckin' feelings in my head tell me to start dyin'
Fuck that, I ain't gonna let my mind control me
The voices say “pull the trigger” and I respond “You can blow me!”
I don't do this for the music or the cash I do this shit for free
I wanna find my purpose and my man that's the fuckin' tea
Mothafuckas sayin' I'm racist or homophobic
I ain't got no fuckin' quarrels with gays, see lyrical aerobics
Fellas sayin' that, dicks are prolly hella damn microbic
Rappin' fresh but still losin' good oxygen, shits saprobic
“Wuh oh!” I say, “Gotta find another rhyme!”
Not like what I say matters, people will still call it a word crime
“Lil' Guy, other guys! Cmon dipshits, double time!”
But they can't, because by the time we're done its fuckin' bedtime
No bling on my body, but all my homies call me golden
I feel feelings towards the other sex, those feelings which I gotta hold in
Despite having no drive, it's always my friends that I have to embolden
I could rip into somebody three times, three strikes, except we're bowling
Too many variables in social life for me to fuckin' handle
Gotta think about too much shit before I talk and start a scandal
I've made good friends, the only friend I've been is a stupid fuckin' vandal
“Yo Foxy, I bet I could outsmart you!” Bitch, you couldn't hold a candle
Foxy.boi may be the name you know but shit that's just about it
My real name is Steve, I'm 16, but listen to my loud spit
I'm a white male with privileged parents, and I go by my own witt
If I had to label you as a body part, yeah, prolly armpit
That's a first-grade insult, you offended? Well then fuckin' sue me
I know yo' momma wasn't offended when I asked nicely if she would screw me
10th grade, still offended? Man, I thought y'all knew me
I'm a stupid ass white male, and I'm not allowed to say that I'm proud to be me
[Verse 2: "Lil' Guy"]
Yo
Lil' Guy on the track
Boutta spit some hot fire
Ay, try to keep up and understand me because I'm boutta spit so fast and phonetic that you might not be able to comprehend it
Y'all ready for this?
This ain't no mumble track
And I got you bitch comin' back
Here we go
Don't ask how old I am because I don't gotta answer
Yo I see yo girl's butt and I just gotta pants her
She see my cock and knows why they call me “Lancer”
See her in bed and go “So that's why you're a pole dancer”
To answer yo' last question it's seven
But believe me I rap like I'm eleven
My rhymes will kill you and unlike dogs you won't go to heaven
Bullies say I won't go places, well how's this, Kevin?
Wait, stop the clock, class has just begun
Just like all white kids I just brought a gun
Oops too edgy for a kid who could be yo' son?
Sorry ‘bout that man I'm just tryna have fun
You know what it is, this only the beginning-
(Barging noise)
“What the hell are you doing in here? Why haven't you cleaned your room?”
Dad get out I'm trying to do something!
“No, that's it you're going to have to learn the hard way.”
What? Dad...No wait Dad please, Dad wait NOOOO-
[Verse 3: "Big Dude", "Lil' Guy", Foxy.boi12]
Aight, don't worry ‘bout him he's doin fine
What matters is I'm Big Dude, here to spit some rhymes
Outta the trio I'm the most gangsta
That means I'm in gangs...And stuff…
Strollin' down the street robbin peeps in my new whip
Got fellas peepin' my ride, they ask if I'm blood or crip
Check further in the album and you'll see I'm a Blip
I pop them fools, my girl freaks, I tell her “Don't even trip.”
Gas stations, strip clubs, no place is safe
Shit now I gotta find summ' that rhymes with safe
Fuck man, I don't know what rhymes wit' safe
Maybe you could try “chafe” or “strafe”?
Guys, guys, clearly you aren't cut out for this rap stuff. You tried your hardest, but leave the fresh rhymes to me, aight?
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