What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?

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

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

a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,

Why do Americans and foreigners alike describe the USA as prudish? Why do I see nothing prudish about the USA society? USA feels like one of the loosest countries although Americans claim to be very reserved.

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

My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,

Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,

Do you want to have an XXX chat?

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

Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,

Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,

Who are the actual "science deniers": people who wait until vaccines are proven effective, or people who believe that there are more than two genders?

Mothership alien sorceress

“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,

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

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“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face

Know your enemies

I spit like Muhammad to Moses,

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

Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',

No smile is genuine or real,

How do I convince flat earthers that the earth is round?

Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,

Laser weapons and ecstasy

I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,

Have your parents ever walked in on you?

Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe

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

I seen it all in my short life

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

Soldier with the gas-mask

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

Are there any queer Space Marine Legion in Warhammer 30k or 40k?

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

Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,

What does life mean without death?

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I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,

My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,

Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,

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

Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,

Reveal alien tribal culture,

Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,

Gangbangers that spit slang

So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,

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

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

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

Breaking you to suicidal tendencies

“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”

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

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

Everyday I see my mother strugglin',

The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,

Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”

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

My sister's cute but she got no gear,

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

I never knew my life mattered”

“…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”

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

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

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

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

Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',

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?

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

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

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

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

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

“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”

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

“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”

He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,

With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,

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

Until we realized how to get the real money;

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

The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century

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

If it ain't

In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions

Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,

I'll see you when I get there,

Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you

“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'”

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

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

But there's no dollars for nothin else,

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

Who designed our DNA structure?

Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats

Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,

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

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

Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',

Movin objects mentally

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

Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,

We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers

Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do

Now there's steak with the beans and rice,

Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger

Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,

If it ain't

Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?

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

Me and my peeps is all trife

Record-breakin' the album Thriller,

The other one don't understand me,

Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose

I do it once, I do it twice,

Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you

Three months later we run our own caper,

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

Now bust the combustion Big Bang,

Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows

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

I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,

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

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

“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,

“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues

Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you

Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,

Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,

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

Dead astronauts, pyramids

My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries

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

My sister's gear now has sex appeal,

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

High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,

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