Freestyle Rap Dansala (Part 2 of 4)
By Ranoosh
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It's 2 in the afternoon in the gloom and I pulled in the crew into prove that I'm brewing up
Got friends calling me telling me the fuck you doing just drop a Boeing like they blew in Ukraine they ain't got no clue on what's moving through your head of a sewer start scooping up
Gave mother a gun told her to use it on me if I get cuckoo enough
I do insert my 22 incher
Pinch up you're losing lucid duh
Let the land mines bloom in the
Plexi floors cold like Westeros with two winters
Last night was a blur I remember nothing I'm Duminda
I ain't new into doing this I'm brooding but too minted
I'm spinning lapse with this leak of rap
Get you sicker than a pack of cigarettes
I pick an axe to clean the wax
Out the booth because Lincoln's back
Your visions sag like your wrinkled tat
Pick a shaft for you sycophants
Crickets clap wickets cemented fended with Aravinda's bat
When your purpose of existence is being offended by dimwit crap
I deliver lyrical thinking caps
Quicker than pre-cum whip your rack
You're sipping forbidden liquid app-le
Girl do you want some dick with that?
When I spit I'm ripping ligaments
You are sick for six months
I split enigmas
Like a trip with Sigmund
Little step for piss-ants
But a leap of wisdom
First I'll let my flag wave in the big blonde moon
Then I'll let my sack wave in your chicks round moon
(Houston we got a problem)
This ain't fondue ain't varnished the emblem ain't entwined with embalm
I've dimmed down so you chimpunz quick sing some tune
I spin rhymes in impromptu quick come zoom
I will be the nuking/new king/new kin they call it Kim jung un
With a sexy haircut -only second to his, but with spare parts
I'm tsunami at the airport
Defragmenting stuck up cunts taking out freaking tampons
Come zoom
I'm not the type of dude who would unzip my pants for every damn cunt with a pulse, dude
I'll do that for any girl without a pulse too
HE'S A PIG!, yes baby and you got whine flu
Nothing you said was deep cuz you are just a broad boo
I'm sitting to cross you
Like a three legged bar stool
Dire, flyer than a Nazgul
I'm painting a picture by Hitler who went to art school
From an alternate universe
Where the world ain't so ludicrous
Still filled with booties including breasts
Cuz too many believe in 2d-hism in a 3d polluted mess
You depressed in unison but if you differ then you are loony son, to the press
I'm through dissing my mood is "in" we are hungry but I'm a Budapest
My bars stick up like an Alcatraz with a swastika you could try stick a prosthetic brass flask sip it
Palms pivot and he drowns it in the hospital
Cuz you cunts must missed have milking on your mom's nipple
Can't resist congresses nurse assists narcissists you are nauseous cuz months have been gone I'm just constipi-ate but no god shit is not given
Ma fuck a mass appeal
I supply mass hickies
Tickle tonsils up while I taunt till it's dawn cuz I spawned to respond to you pons in this ponzi scheme
Pawns will get pawned like a porno with bondages
Just get Anshi to fucking answer this
Cuz it's darn simple but your pom poms and your round buns and your blunt bums
Up in campuses can't count pussies
Will you blondes with compliance hit a blunt cuz your brown tushies bounce down cuz you're blind to shit
I bomb hippies no accomplices
I'm possessed arm-pitches emphasis* dharma is minds essence
Swarm because Ghandi's in
But my riot rhymes fire faster than trump bitches
I'm wishing fuck an auspicious time I promise my prime is here put up your fucking alms for an arms giving
Get your arse kicked up till your scars hiccup with guitars, speakers till your stars morph to an asterisk
Cuz you've crossed with giraffes cuz you are not speaking awe stricken vaginas dehydrated fly as an ostrich is
Cuz my cocks chicken to a broad up abroad and my tongue up her bra cuz its bratwurst she processing
Tail and two titties with my Charles Dickens
Come on lick up on this big hip-Popsicle
Hickory dick-gospel ling
Cuz it's fucking Ratti and apostles
Cash in your 10 cents
Blast in your senses
Get clapping to-
Spectacular
Rectangular
Tic tac hella
Spit festival
Sit back while I kick facts within
Inspire thought I'm here to inception it
It spread like her legs
I digress again
It's 2 in the afternoon in the gloom and I pulled in the crew into prove that I'm brewing up
Got friends calling me telling me the fuck you doing just drop a Boeing like they blew in Ukraine they ain't got no clue on what's moving through your head of a sewer start scooping up
Gave mother a gun told her to use it on me if I get cuckoo enough
I do insert my 22 incher
Pinch up you're losing lucid duh
Let the land mines bloom in the
Plexi floors cold like Westeros with two winters
Last night was a blur I remember nothing I'm Duminda
I ain't new into doing this I'm brooding but too minted
I'm spinning lapse with this leak of rap
Get you sicker than a pack of cigarettes
I pick an axe to clean the wax
Out the booth because Lincoln's back
Your visions sag like your wrinkled tat
Pick a shaft for you sycophants
Crickets clap wickets cemented fended with Aravinda's bat
When your purpose of existence is being offended by dimwit crap
I deliver lyrical thinking caps
Quicker than pre-cum whip your rack
You're sipping forbidden liquid app-le
Girl do you want some dick with that?
When I spit I'm ripping ligaments
You are sick for six months
I split enigmas
Like a trip with Sigmund
Little step for piss-ants
But a leap of wisdom
First I'll let my flag wave in the big blonde moon
Then I'll let my sack wave in your chicks round moon
(Houston we got a problem)
This ain't fondue ain't varnished the emblem ain't entwined with embalm
I've dimmed down so you chimpunz quick sing some tune
I spin rhymes in impromptu quick come zoom
I will be the nuking/new king/new kin they call it Kim jung un
With a sexy haircut -only second to his, but with spare parts
I'm tsunami at the airport
Defragmenting stuck up cunts taking out freaking tampons
Come zoom
I'm not the type of dude who would unzip my pants for every damn cunt with a pulse, dude
I'll do that for any girl without a pulse too
HE'S A PIG!, yes baby and you got whine flu
Nothing you said was deep cuz you are just a broad boo
I'm sitting to cross you
Like a three legged bar stool
Dire, flyer than a Nazgul
I'm painting a picture by Hitler who went to art school
From an alternate universe
Where the world ain't so ludicrous
Still filled with booties including breasts
Cuz too many believe in 2d-hism in a 3d polluted mess
You depressed in unison but if you differ then you are loony son, to the press
I'm through dissing my mood is "in" we are hungry but I'm a Budapest
My bars stick up like an Alcatraz with a swastika you could try stick a prosthetic brass flask sip it
Palms pivot and he drowns it in the hospital
Cuz you cunts must missed have milking on your mom's nipple
Can't resist congresses nurse assists narcissists you are nauseous cuz months have been gone I'm just constipi-ate but no god shit is not given
Ma fuck a mass appeal
I supply mass hickies
Tickle tonsils up while I taunt till it's dawn cuz I spawned to respond to you pons in this ponzi scheme
Pawns will get pawned like a porno with bondages
Just get Anshi to fucking answer this
Cuz it's darn simple but your pom poms and your round buns and your blunt bums
Up in campuses can't count pussies
Will you blondes with compliance hit a blunt cuz your brown tushies bounce down cuz you're blind to shit
I bomb hippies no accomplices
I'm possessed arm-pitches emphasis* dharma is minds essence
Swarm because Ghandi's in
But my riot rhymes fire faster than trump bitches
I'm wishing fuck an auspicious time I promise my prime is here put up your fucking alms for an arms giving
Get your arse kicked up till your scars hiccup with guitars, speakers till your stars morph to an asterisk
Cuz you've crossed with giraffes cuz you are not speaking awe stricken vaginas dehydrated fly as an ostrich is
Cuz my cocks chicken to a broad up abroad and my tongue up her bra cuz its bratwurst she processing
Tail and two titties with my Charles Dickens
Come on lick up on this big hip-Popsicle
Hickory dick-gospel ling
Cuz it's fucking Ratti and apostles
Cash in your 10 cents
Blast in your senses
Get clapping to-
Spectacular
Rectangular
Tic tac hella
Spit festival
Sit back while I kick facts within
Inspire thought I'm here to inception it
It spread like her legs
I digress again
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