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Ace Dog - Bullshit
Im bashing your scull with a rifle
bicycling on a cycle with Michael
Jackson; bad title, idle feet! Recycle
your rhymes in a bucket.. Fuck it
I'll walk to Kentucket with a rocket
on my back! Its rugged
to be a nazi today, before it was okey!
I'll fuck up a gay my way
and leave hime like an ashtray
Cus you mother pluffers is wrong
when it comes to banging good shit in a thong
I've been crushing it all along.. This song
is what you wish you could do, but you
and your crew is gonna be crashing down before you get the clue..
Delutions of grandier so just release your anger!
I'll be on top off the mountain waiting for the strangler
to come and get you, let you hang on a cliff and fetch you..
I bet you're gonna slip before they get to regret you!
And thats an illustrated fact
you're gonna piss your pants before the mother fucking bombs are packed
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This aint reality-rap! Banana-rap
I'll snap your head back
to a court of law thats listening to your track
while shooting up the court-room with a couple of Mac
10's. Friends who dont think you're slack because you're wack
aint real furbs, sitting on the curbs: the nerds
are back! Introduce your dudes to a hack
that dont lack
a certain curtain, like Tim Burton aint hurting!
Jerking of to a bitch who's quality-time means lurking
people into her trap
so listen: Banana-rap
while having a snack-pack!
You're listening to the independent rhyme-maker,
the moonraker, the fagot-breaker..
Shut up, this is not an introduction
I leave you heartbroken like a bloody russian!
So stop fuzzing about the discussion..
My rhymes are killing, willing
to do some real crushing
I didnt pay for this shit, I'm rapping it, ripping it, snapping a bit, the candles are lid,
ready to take a shit
in the middle of the streets of Barcelona,
I'm replacing your organ-doner with a cloner!
You better start to think, like pink inc
on the paper, I'll see you later
blink like an aligator, stink like a traitor,
drink like a waitor, wink like an hater,
link to incidents like a master-debater..
Im' half-way, last verse,
I bet you're gonna spit up a curse
over me and my rechered kind, but you're blind
to the obligation!
Define my raps with concentration, the asian
spine.. Slow it down one line
And now start it up, to back up my silly wordmix!
I'll fix my lips
with a couple of scissors and q-tips!
Banging this in your tits with clips
from 1988, watching it with some dicks
eating fat chips!