Author Topic: Let's write some good ol' fashion RAP!!!!  (Read 1502 times)

Not like this is going to be posted anywhere or anything.

Let's just write a rap...
(NOTE: This is stereotypical rap, not real rap.)

Ey, ey, yo, yo, yo, yo,
Haha
stuff sound like brothers bangin on forgetin trees
Im so forgetin high
Gold all up in this bitch
Gold on my Abercrombie and Fitch
Gold richard all in my bitch
Yo, yo, yo,
brothers want my bitch
but I give them this richard
and they freak the forget out,
right they should
forgetin big black dude
big black rooster
gonna forget these brothers
with a chicken wing
if you know what i mean [;)]
wink wink!

Alright whos up?
Who the forget is up?

aNo brother wants to forget with me
guess I'm forgetin forever alone
forgetin masturbating, complaining
why do I never get a hoe
A hoe is what I need
will help me with my gardening
if you know
what the forget i be meanin

ey, yo, yo, yo,
brother,
we gonna bust out this stuff now

Yo son,
I don't really like yo' words,
They be soundin' so absurd,
I feel like just got flipped a bird.

But that's ok, main,
I'll get over it;
And by get over it
You know I mean I be bulldozin' it.
See, I'm about to take this rhyme
To the next level.
Turn up yo' bass, son,
And turn down the treble.
I ain't finna be guessin',
But I think you'll soon be stressin',
This lesson you about to be told, BOI!

In case you haven't heard,
Rap is supposed to flow freely,
But yours sounds a bit like it's stickin'.
Try and fix what is wrong, boi,
Cause bro, that ain't a song, boi!
Or rather, just let my flow give you a lickin'.

Now, don't take me for the mean dude on the street,
I'm just the one who knows how to rap this beat.
And if you come here to challenge ME,
You'd best get ready to see,
The wickedest freestyle this side of town.

WORD.

Yo son,
I don't really like yo' words,
They be soundin' so absurd,
I feel like just got flipped a bird.

But that's ok, main,
I'll get over it;
And by get over it
You know I mean I be bulldozin' it.
See, I'm about to take this rhyme
To the next level.
Turn up yo' bass, son,
And turn down the treble.
I ain't finna be guessin',
But I think you'll soon be stressin',
This lesson you about to be told, BOI!

In case you haven't heard,
Rap is supposed to flow freely,
But yours sounds a bit like it's stickin'.
Try and fix what is wrong, boi,
Cause bro, that ain't a song, boi!
Or rather, just let my flow give you a lickin'.

Now, don't take me for the mean dude on the street,
I'm just the one who knows how to rap this beat.
And if you come here to challenge ME,
You'd best get ready to see,
The wickedest freestyle this side of town.

WORD.

holy stuff THAT'S GOOD

but now you heard the story'bout how i got caught
playing with my stuff but hold that thought
before you disprespect j r-o-c, it could happen to you cause it happened to me
check this stuff out, uh.  check it out
the situation broke out when i smoked too much bud
reached in my drawers, and pulled out my pud
bust open the jar of petrolium jelly
started thinking about donna and nicky and shelly.
in my mind i was hitting, we was almost there.
then the door bust open and forget my moms was there.
don't disrespect  j r-o-c, it could happen to you cause it happened to me


this is a story all about how
my life got flip-turned upside down
and i'd like to take a minute just sit right there
i'll tell you how i became the prince of a town called bel-air

>good

>old fashioned

brothers be hatin, forget them though
Let's run out and get us a ho
A real good one, not a fake one tho
Old fashioned stuff, bitches on my richard,
they want this old fashioned stuff,
the bitches on my richard, they think it's sick,
they want this old fashioned stuff,
i'm an obvious cunt-forgeter and I will forget your mother
in the loving middle of the night, with a knife
On her neck, ready to rape her ass throw her body in a lake
Tyler the Creator ain't got stuff on my horny baby mama
She want to do some stuff I ain't ever thought of
It's that Molly though, it forget with her love,
Makes my richard very hard, but I forget with her love
I forgeted with it a while ago I got the forgetin baby
The baby got aborted, we ran from the ecstasy
Now she on it again, we running from the cops
I just wanna stop, brother I just wanna stop
But i can't
because I forgeted with her love
The ex forgeted with her love
Love forgeted with her love
We ain't running no mo'

the kids
they listen to the rap
gives them the brain damage, you see

brothers be hatin, forget them though
Let's run out and get us a ho
A real good one, not a fake one tho
Old fashioned stuff, bitches on my richard,
they want this old fashioned stuff,
the bitches on my richard, they think it's sick,
they want this old fashioned stuff,
i'm an obvious cunt-forgeter and I will forget your mother
in the loving middle of the night, with a knife
On her neck, ready to rape her ass throw her body in a lake
Tyler the Creator ain't got stuff on my horny baby mama
She want to do some stuff I ain't ever thought of
It's that Molly though, it forget with her love,
Makes my richard very hard, but I forget with her love
I forgeted with it a while ago I got the forgetin baby
The baby got aborted, we ran from the ecstasy
Now she on it again, we running from the cops
I just wanna stop, brother I just wanna stop
But i can't
because I forgeted with her love
The ex forgeted with her love
Love forgeted with her love
We ain't running no mo'
Dude all your rhymes are exactly the same, with bars like that you'll get no fame.
Please learn some kind of scheme, put your words together, then sew up the seams.
I've read all of your raps in this thread, if you think they're good you're forgeted in the head.
But don't worry; here's some free advice, never ever use any rhyme twice

I used to rap just like you, stuck words together - sounded like poo.
I'd like to think that I've grown because now I'm not bouncing topics when I'm flowin'.
I stay on target when I rhyme and rap, stick to one idea, ditch all the crap.
Just practice a lot and I know you'll grow, but try not to get caught in my undertow.

Dude all your rhymes are exactly the same, with bars like that you'll get no fame.
Please learn some kind of scheme, put your words together, then sew up the seams.
I've read all of your raps in this thread, if you think they're good you're forgeted in the head.
But don't worry; here's some free advice, never ever use any rhyme twice

I used to rap just like you, stuck words together - sounded like poo.
I'd like to think that I've grown because now I'm not bouncing topics when I'm flowin'.
I stay on target when I rhyme and rap, stick to one idea, ditch all the crap.
Just practice a lot and I know you'll grow, but try not to get caught in my undertow.
The point is that they're not meant to be good raps.

The point is that they're not meant to be good raps.
Why would you intentionally make something bad?
Do people come in here and go "lol that was a funny bad rap. So true! xD"?


EDIT: I didn't read the "note" in OP lol.

Oh well
« Last Edit: July 25, 2013, 02:10:34 AM by Hiiro326 »

The point is that they're not meant to be good raps.

Bottom bitch brother
Booty ass brother
White ass brother
Cash tits brother
420 brother
Bitch tits brother
entrepreneur in' aint easy
Cuz I'm lil sleazy.


Dis be good rap yo. Call me if u wan a record contract

brother brother brother brother brother brother brother brother brother brother brother brother brother brother brother

brother

brother forget
ass stuff
yo brother
how ya doing brother
my ho became brother and forget this stuff how do I do this