I Don't Like Eggplant (feat. MC Crapalot)
Eggplant's career is over it was dissed so hard.
ANGRY RACIST RAPPERS SAYING RACIST WORDS.
My name is M.C. Friend.
Story behind the song
Me and Crapalot we pick up bitches in supermarkets but eggplants be throwing salts in our games.
Lyrics
[MC Paul Denyer]
Well MC Frontalot is just a gay fag
And I don't like him like the Frontalot bag
So gay. But Crapalot's okay
But you know what's not? Something what's hot
Eggplant. Just stay the fuck away
'Cause when you see eggplant you'll think that it's so gay
So stay in another aisle in the supermarket
For a little while when you're in the supermarket
Don't go near the vegetables
'Cause it's so fuckin' purple and I don't know why it's purple
What's it's purpous? Was it sent by the devil
Will it see you, make you go to hell
Because it's not alright, it's probably evil
Like Evil Knievel, I wanna jump over this
To the back of the vegetables line
To get some mushrooms, 'cause mushrooms are fine
But not eggplant, not eggplant
They make me poo in my pants
Because it's so scary, sometimes it's hairy
And it's something I don't want to eat ever
I know a girl named Heather
And she probably eats eggplant but I don't
I don't like eggplant 'cause I'm just a (?)
I'm a bloke that doesn't like eggplant
MC Paul Denyer and MC Crapalot
Sucka MCs in the parkin lot
What? Break it down, one time, two times, three times
But I don't like to read my lines
I'll freestyle for a little while about some plant that I don't like
By the name of eggplant
Go, go away please eggplant
MC Crapalot, yo tell 'em w'sup dog
[MC Crapalot]
I don't like eggplant, it smells kinda raunchy
Sort of like a girl I had, outside dis store called get it funky
I need a little shread of dignity, the kind that you get off on
'Cause so far my track record, has been far from none
You say you like the lights off, but wit dis bitch couldn't tell where her pussy was in da dark
I had to get a 2 by 4, a bungy chord and get ready for da desent
She said ohhh baby dats how I like it
I said yo bitch am I hittin' it quite right
'Cause shit I don't feel a thing
Just as bad as the time I fucked an eggplant I named Rosheane
Don't like you, the time I did yo momma I didn't like dat 2
I don't like the way you scream my name...
Don't like the way you work my thang
Don't like lettuce, mixed in with my omelets
and most of all i don't like eggplant...
peace i'm outty
(love to my mc denyer for bringing me out tonight... and most of all, love to you of all dat songfight)
