'i'm beating down your girl like the easter bunny's head she bleeding on my red dong and you know i love it runny, with the sunny side up'
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Rapper's Appetite
hot bowls, hot bread hot brains in the head
i'm bad i'm badder i'm baddest in bed
i'm beating down your girl like the easter bunny's head
she bleeding on my red dong and you know i love it runny
with the sunny side up
like sunny bono boned yoko ono with a dildo
made out of potatoes turned that hash brown
pump that ass till it turned round
ka-blow
ka-blam
ka-blough
played that bitch like
play doh
like hoze canseco i got this bat up your ass
home run!
this ho's digging my shlong and she's digging my gold tho
string bean you along like a navajo eskimo
from a tribe not called quest but slap a ho
my rapper appetitite is happening tonight
i might have to bite every single mic in sight
frightened while i slice and dice lyrics like lighting
fight for your life bringing the drama with a food fight
why is quasimoto teaching in a dojo?
i'm the leprechaun and on your chest i pogo pogo pogo
until you leggo my eggo
your rhymes are spam, goddamn
its' like you're chewing on a lego, man
can't swallow the shit you're spittin
sounds of splatter like a roadkilled kitten
what the fuck are you doing? chewing on a mitten?
what you need a recipie in your dirty rhyme kitchen my friend
cuz i'm making rich ends with my bitch's rear end
demented
heaven scented
baby came out head dented
even edison never invented
the sour sperm soup overpowered you
with ill intention
my weena looks like an asparagus end
when i wear depends
im doped up again on more keys than a piano
balls deep up in your matrix like keanu
okay
you try to suck the rhymes out of my balls
like my dick is a straw?
guess what? all you get is a slap
and load in the jaw
just call me the shaw shank flava bank think tank
bend you over for the spank
got more flavor varieties than ice cream and hi C make
so go stick your dick in an icee
the risk of frost bite is slightly more than i'd care for, thanks
i'm low ranked in the food chain cuz of my bad brains
dont like amputations of my thereabouts, therefore
no more verse, no more rhyme creations? wait!
i explode spontaneous
evolve to a hip hop homosapien
hoping to make em impatient waitin for their lyrical education
beans stuffed up in your asshole will clearly clear your constant constipation
my rapper appetitite is happening tonight
i might have to bite every single mic in sight
frightened while i slice and dice lyrics like lighting
fight for your life bringing the drama with a food fight