Your Favorite Rap Lines

[Wordlife]

Here post and talk about your fave rap lines from kickass songs aight.... ill go 1st

Suck it or Not: Camron and Lil Wayne

I ain't the type to diss you, kinda like to hit you
That's the situation, bring wifey with you
Would you like a tissue? (Why?) You gon' need it
for the cum up in your nose babygirl cause you suckin my cock
Taste it, savour it
Vanilla Ice Cream, she say "ooh, my favorite"


OK what do you think? You got one... spit it here

 

[The Anigma]

I don't like that line much but then again I'm not a fan of Cam'ron or Lil Wayne...

The Illest: Immortal Technique f/Jean Grae & Pumpkinhead...

I've been through Hell and back, scars swell on my back,
I spit bars, y'all spit repetative raps,
I'm a street dude, who decided to rhyme
with lines that'll crack the disc between your mind
and your spine, that's why, y'all wanna bite my design
and that's why, usually I hold the mic like a nine
pistol whip you on the side of your eye, watch it
pop out, we knock out cats, with the floors when
it rocks out, shocked out, like you driving in
a lightning storm with the top down

 

[Markz]

Easy - E

Mother Fuck Dre, Mother Fuck Snoop, Mother fuck Deathrow!
Now here comes my left blow!

 

[Famou$ 187]

Pastor Troy & Killer Mike

Send em to the casket,Send em to the morgue,Slap me a smurf,cause im motherfucking bored.

I'll put more later.

 

[Rated RJC]

Colt 45- Afro Man-The last verse but the whole song=amazing

have you ever went over a girls house to fuck
but the pussy just ain't no good
I mean you gettin' upset because you cant get her wet
plus you in the wrong neighborhood
so you try to play it off and eat the pussy
but it take her so long to come
then a dude walk in thats her big boyfriend
and he asks you where you from
so you wipe your mouth and you try to explain
you start talkin' real fast
but he already mad cause you fuckin' his wife
so he start beatin' on you ass
now your clothes all muddy
your nose all bloody
your dick was hard but now its soft
you thought you had a girl to rock your world
now you still gotta go jack off

 

[Famou$ 187]

Artist: D12
Album: D12 World
Song: Just Like U

[Eminem] Daddy?

[Chorus: children singing - repeat 2X]
I wanna be just like you
When I grow up, just like you
I wanna be just like you
When I grow up, just like you

[Bizarre]
You don't wanna be just like your daddy
Pimpin hoes, out here drivin Caddy's
Runnin around town, fuckin with skeezers
Shots in your ass, catchin diseases
Son - your daddy got a foul mouth
For fuckin - bitches in they foul mouth
I can't help it, my group's D12
All we do is pop pills and stay in jail
Talkin nasty shit, Bizarre won't stop
I fuck two twins, with a midget on top (yeah!)
A sick mind, rapin an old lady
Knowin damn well Bizarre shouldn't have a baby
All I can teach you, learn how to mack
Smoke crack, smack a bitch when she talk back (bitch!)
Matter of fact, smack your sister she's a slut
Don't you realize, Bizarre don't give a fuck? HAHAHA!

[Chorus]

[Bizarre]
Don't go to school, become a Catholic priest
Sell crack to your Auntie Denice
If Auntie Denice is short forty cent
Make her get on the ground and {fuck} a small {*edited*}
Nas is gon' probably hate me
When Mos Def hear this, he probably gon' suffocate me
"Why they let Bizarre rap on Hi-Tek track?
All he gon' do is talk about hoes and smokin crack"
If your wife is pregnant, I call a whore
Leave her no money, and go out on tour
Nahh, hah, I'm playin - leave her somethin
A pack of hot dogs and a fuckin dirty muffin (damn!)
You're my son, I'm tryin to teach you somethin
You're {*edited*} years old, it's time to start fuckin
You know daddy won't give you no wrong advice
Smoke weed, then listen to Obie Trice

[Chorus]

[Bizarre] HAHAHA!

[Chorus]

[Bizarre]
All I can tell you how to do is pop pills and stay high
.. and tell a bitch to suck a dick, AH-HAH!
I'm a pimp, playah!
A motherfuckin role model
Hi-Tek

 

[Edge_Foreva]

DJ Unk - Flatline

Let's fuck his ass up!!! x4
We fucked his ass up!!! x4
Now call the ambulance!!! x4
Flatline!!! x4

 

[Degeneration_X2006]

No Apologies: EMINEM

Verse 2:
My head hits the pillow, a weepin' willow
I can't sleep, a pain so deep it bellows
But these cellos help just to keep me mellow
Hands on my head, touch knees to elbows
I'm hunched over, emotion just flows over
These cold shoulders are both frozen, you don't know me
I keep sayin' it - I can’t stress it enough,
So keep playin' it and stand next to the subs
I choke mics like asphyxiation,
While I'm strangling my own throat and masturbatin' (ha-ha)
F**k yeah, I'm a basket case and I mastered this rap shit,
'till my ass gets wasted, 'till my assassination,
'till I'm slain cause of some fag's infatuation
44 mag - a fascination, a taste for disaster,
And if that's the case then..

Verse 3:
This song isn't for you it's for me - A true mc,
It's what he'll do just to see if he still has it
And if his skills mastered,
He's able to spill raps long after he's killed, that's a real MC
Got you feelin' me, whether willing or unwillingly,
You still agree, as long as there's still this hunger and will in me,
Then expect a longer life expectancy
I'd be a savage beast if I ain't have this outlet to salvage me
Inside, I'd be exploding soaked in self-loathing and mourning,
So I’m warning you, don’t coax me
It’s silly, I'm really a sheep in wolf's clothing,
Who only reacts when he gets pushed, don't be fooled
The press blows up this whole thing - it's stupid,
They don't know cause they don't see that I'm wounded,
All they did was ballooned it
I'm sick of talking 'bout these tattoos Cartoon did,
That's why I tuned it out, I'm sick of dukin'
And they can suck my dick while I'm pukin',
And you too you can..

 

[Defiant One]

Damn Amanda I was about to say that whole fucking song, thanks alot lol.

 

[Oasis]

"Because I Got High" Afroman:

I was gonna make love to you but then I got high
I was gonna eat yo pussy too but then I got high
now I'm jacking off and I know why, yea heyy,
- cause I got high [repeat 3X]

(La da da da da da da da da)

 

[Famou$ 187]

Pastor Troy/Peter The Disciple-You Can't Pimp Me

Pimp shit
Yeah pimp shit, smurf
Wassup baby Ken?
Like this hea
All my nikkaz mayn
A yo, all the real boss playa
A yo, this real ATL playa style
A yo, you can't pimp a pimp playa


nikkaz is trippin, my shoes is tied up
Big boss pimpin, tell ya' bitch I said wassup
Pastor, laughter, Remy in my hand
Countin out some grands, ova in Ireland
The man, you done heard the name befo'
I keep a big gun wit' me every where that I go
And I smoke dro', motherfucker keep that bap ass weed
nikkaz claimin their my folks bitch you don't know me
D.S.G.B. representin send them haters to hell
It ain't nothing ta' say, it ain't nothin ta' tell
My glock shells will be empty if any tempt me
I'm not no fuckin simp, bitch I'm a fuckin pimp


You can't pimp me, I'mma pimp myself
You can't pimp me, I'mma pimp myself
You can't pimp me, I'mma pimp myself
I'mma pimp myself
I'mma pimp myself


The one man army, the one wreckin crew
I heard that shit, now who the fuck you referrin to
If it was me, come put your finger to my nose
Just like I thought ya' nikkaz mother fuckin hoes
The clothes, the wardrobe, the gators with matchin socks
Bad ass bitch that kind of favors Goldielox
The clock...stops tickin'
I step off in the spot all the chickens get to pimpin'
Bubbly is pluckin, D.S.G.B. be gangsta fuckin'
Fuckin for nothin, we be them nikkaz they be lovin'
It don't get nothin but worse for you simp
Bow down smurf make room for a pimp




You can't pimp me potnah because I'm pimpin myself
I got my game from the old school straight off the shelf
I be the maca to the roni, the chedda to the cheese
I roll wit' DSGB, so is better than me
A Aug representive, I got the game on lock
I hit the street with them thangs, went to movin the block
So fuck the cops, we makin money, we stay on the grind
I'm bustin strawberry Phillies while I break down my pine
And I ain't blind, I can see it, you already know
So get the fuck out my face 'cause you can't pimp me hoe
You see the doe don't let it hit ya', you gets no play
And I'm the dro' you the philly get ready to blaze

 

[Rell]

40 Cal


Touch my jewels? ni**as rather palm a grenade
My gun hold twelve shells, like a carton of eggs
Ya'll know dudes from Harlem get paid
But I ain't talk about money, when it cost you an arm and a leg


I can show you how to get a mean stack
Supply you with crack that'll get your fiends back
Trust me, so keep talking and get ya team clapped
Gun smoking so much, it need a nicotine patch


I'm the kid from 140 bay
40 making all the cake
My dope like tsunami, I kill 'em off water weight
You play 50 get your story straight
Or n****s end up 50 minus 2,just another dude the forty ate (48)

I'm a problem, pack mags inside hoodies
Only magnum you pop is your condom in dry pu**y
You already know
I'm a professional
Shoot his face and turn his goatee into the letter O
You get money? We just don't believe em
Last n***a play superman, we Christopher Reeve'ed em

Last but not least...

Its 40 Cal, I'm demanding respect
Leave em so scared so scared he shower with his gun and his vest
Shoot you from a mile away when I'm busting a tech
Right through his Jason Kidd Jersey, hit nothing but Net


Read these lines carefully...It just doesn't get any better than this

 

[Famou$ 187]

^Very nice.

Pastor Troy(feat. Peter The Disciple)-Vice Versa


Yeah (yeah)
This song is called Goddamn, Vica Versa
(I'm doin' my best to save my people)
It's like, (The people & I will rely in God)
Picture everything that you thought was good, was really bad
Everything bad, was really good
(What if Heaven was on Earth smurf)
The whole world, vica versa
(Good is bad)
Vica versa (Bad is good)
(Dear Lord am I the only one?)
This shit here, Goddamn, gon'
Go'n get you a fat blunt of that 'dro
Smoke that shit
(It's all vica versa)
Look up in the air smurf
(We rich smurf)
(This is what we doin', it's vica versa)
I know all these real smurfs gone feel this shit
Vica Versa, Pastor Troy
(Vica Versa)

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
What if Heaven was Hell and vica versa
If I told you go to Hell, would you tell I cursed ya?
I reimbursed ya with the truth so you know my fate
And pray I die, I'm that smurf that they love to hate
I wanna make you use yo mind, God has sent a sign
And when you listen to these rhymes, smurf take your time
Again I ask, Heaven was hell and vica versa
Would you start doin' evil in order to nurture--the spirit man?
Do you understand that there's a war?
It's ragin' on and the devil got some ammo too
Don't get me wrong, but I put my trust off in the Lord
It's too corrupt, know that God gon' help me blow 'em up
I give a fuck, Heaven was hell and vica versa, I have no fear
I done witnessed too much Hell right here, lend me your ear
Recall the beer we had to po'
For all our nikkaz hit the Devil with the .44
Payback smurf
My liquor keep my from tryin' to enter, battle alone
And to deal with all this wickedness, I smoke a zone
Know I'm grown, but I'm still a baby
It's vica versa so I guess I'll beg Satan to save me
God I'm confused, the fuse of all these motherfuckers, makin' me sick
{*Virgin Mary never fucked nobody, but she suck dick*}
With a clique of nasty concubines, and vice-a versa
So she'll probably do the whole nine, that nasty ho
I don't know where I'ma go this Christmas, it's Satan's birth
I'ma try to smoke a pound of weed, and ease the Earth
While Jesus equiped with angels, the Devil's equiped with fire
For God so love the world that he blessed the thug with rocks
Won't stop until they feel me
Protect me Devil, think the Lord is tryin' to kill me
It's vica versa
Heaven is below, while this dozier keep me high
To see the Lord almighty smurf, I'm ready to die
My reply for any questions asked, The Devil made me do it
Who's the Devil may I ask?, It's so polluted
Up-rooted from all this stupid shit
See me cremated, my adaption to the climate
So glad I made it
Elated that they gon' go to Heaven
But do they know Heaven may not be th place to go
Again I ask, Heaven was Hell and vica versa
The devil's in me and I'll be damned if I'm gon let god hurt ya
Follow me...


If it was vica versa, I'd be and angel, 'cause I'm a devil
A Down South Georgia Rebel, a whole 'nother fuckin' level
Remenisin' on all the good and the bad that I did
Bustin' caps and splittin' wigs
And servin' nicks and talkin' shit
This is vica versa no fuckin' commercial
Heaven or Hell, where do we go?
When we die, eternal fire or the street of gold
Only God knows, vica versa

 

[The_Enforcer86]

I stopped listen to Rap years ago when Diddy sampled Cashmire (sp). but heres one that I find Hilarious.

Chorus:
Informer, you no say daddy me snow me Ill go blame,
A licky boom boom down.
Detective mon said daddy me snow me stab someone down the lane,
A licky boom boom down.
Informer, you no say daddy me snow me Ill go blame,
A licky boom boom down.
Detective mon said daddy me snow me stab someone down the lane,
A licky boom boom down.

 

[Famou$ 187]

David Banner/Pastor Troy-Fuck Em

[Intro: Pastor Troy + (David Banner)]
(Hahaha) Yo yo (Bone Crusher)
Ya'll know what time it is!
Yeah smurf, this your boy Pastor Troy
Check it out, I'm a tell ya'll
David Banner! Mississippi to Atlanta smurf!

[Chorus - repeat 3x]
[PT:] These nikkaz wanna hate?!
[DB:] Fuck them nikkaz!
[PT:] These nikkaz wanna mug?!
[DB:] Fuck them nikkaz!
[PT:] Wanna run up on a thug?!
[DB:] Fuck them nikkaz!
[PT:] I'm a pump them a slug!
[DB:] Fuck them nikkaz!

[Verse: Pastor Troy]
My mind on money, what the hell you thinking bout?
The cars, the broads, the stocks, the house
To find my mouth, I'm spitting flames wit Banner
Mississippi putting it down wit Atlanta
No cameras, bitch this ain't no camera trick
Ain't no stunt man needed, bitch you best to believe it
Some nikkaz say I'm conceited, I say you God damn right
Them same motherfucking nikkaz gon' get robbed tonight
You wanna crank up the fight? I wanna crank up the war
These nikkaz taking me light, how you gon' take the .44?
I ain't no hoe my smurf, so don't you tamp-on me
Leave ya R.I.P., bitch this DSGB!
You see the horns on my head? smurf you know I'm the devil
And I pack heavy metal, WHAT THE FUCK you gon' settle
Bitch you better settle down I'm a real ass smurf
I'm strictly bout my scrilla, motherFUCK them nikkaz

[Chorus]

[Verse: David Banner]
Hush lil' balla, gangsta cap peela
Who I be? this Mississippi trill smurf!
Fuck a hater bitch, suck a dis
I'm down to take 9 wit a thirty something clip
And bust it on a bitch, to me it ain't shit
I ain't did nothing but praise God and my clip
So come to Mississippi and we taking yo hoes, pick in yo dome
BOOM, hoes and clothes wit black .44s and Calico's
Give a FUCK what a bitch smurf know, you know this
You getting stuck like Al Green and a bitch wit some hot grits
Tell em Yankees this a new day
Ya'll gon' speak about Mississippi in a new way
I got some peelas in Atlanta holla "you way!"
And spelling red rum backwards in yo two way, all life

[Chorus]

[Bridge: David Banner]
Now put yo bangers up
Now put yo fingers up
Now put yo fingers up
Now put yo fingers up

[Chorus]
[PT:] Police wanna stop the trill
[DB:] Fuck them nikkaz!
[PT:] Wanna ride in the chromie grill
[DB:] Fuck them nikkaz!
[PT:] I'm a bust the blue steel
[DB:] Fuck them nikkaz!
[PT:] How you's gon' hate wit a stack of mill?
[DB:] Fuck them nikkaz!
[PT:] Girl get loose and pop the pill
[DB:] Fuck them nikkaz!
[PT:] You my down wit a bitch a feel (?)
[DB:] Fuck them nikkaz!

[Verse: David Banner]
Get loose, get neck, or get high tonight
Tell em thugs get ya boys we gon ride tonight
If I die tonight, man fuck em all good
Cause I left this bitch quiver left
And would ride man choo
What this hoe really wan' do? fuck or suck the stick
Like ooh, don't fuck me naw smurf, fuck you
Two, three in your face till you're blue - black
Would you fuck her wit a jack top man?
I'll shoot ya in your back like BLAT BLAT BLAT!!

[PT:] YEAH!
[DB:] Fuck them nikkaz!
[PT:] YEAH! YEAH!
[DB:] Fuck them nikkaz!
[PT:] Say fuck them nikkaz
[DB:] Fuck them nikkaz!
[PT:] Say fuck them nikkaz
[DB:] Fuck them nikkaz!

[Chorus - to fade]

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