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Last night I watched blazing saddles. you? kids dates, MMO games,
I bet that's not the last time I hear someone will jail a pedo; Main, (Will J Le petomane)
Main Character, straight amateur, gay bachelor, type of lame fag at a race track in a beige Dacia,
Eau de drained catheter, AIDS wrangler, fake rap presence, it'll be xmas come early when Slay baggin ya

Don't post with links to beats, it's like admitting your writing alone isn't enough. Either drop a track or write something with substance, sitting on the fence like this will not provide optimal progression regarding your skill in either discipline.

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Originally Posted by TheShaman

You calling me stupid is like you trying to prove the thesis of The Bell Curve.
I'll put you in a box like excel nerds. Your connection's-lower than your net worth.
Get it? Nah, forget it. Get back to your Chappelle's skit, spitting racial slurs.
You need to fast forward to the past since you can predict events after they occur.*

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Originally Posted by Virbius

Of all the Nazis, Jack’s the most gay ever.
Forget about Himmler, more like They/themmler.
Retarded black gay, in Nazi Germany he’d be frickin euthanised.
Dumbass army man, I’ll leave this killer brutalised, getting brains over Braun like Hitler’s suicide.

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you 2 pre Madonnas don’t have bars between ya to harm amoebas
i’m sparkin cheeba watching you pretend you Don’t Cry for Me.. like Hitle—.. Oops.. i mean Evita in Argentina..
y’all some geese to a propaganda, it’s hopeless in squabbles
faggots is the type to take it to the throat with the swallows soon as it come to grabbin Joseph for Goebbels








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1) Madonna played in a movie called “Evita” that featured the song “Don’t Cry for Me Argentina”

2) Argentina is also where Hitler & other high ranking officers & scientists allegedly fled to after WWII.

3) propaganda = proper gander/male goose. so “geese to a proper gander”. a group of geese fighting is called a “squabble”. / also a group of people blowing following propaganda are called geese.

4) the Nazi Minister of Propaganda was named Joseph Goebbels. he allegedly killed himself to avoid capture.

5) obviously grabbin joseph for gobbles is referencing the fact that these niggas be slurpin peenage.

Lol, before even responding to this shit, let me break down how horrendous those bars are.

1) Primadonnas / pre Madonnas: Something pre Madonna would be something prior to Madonna. But what the fuck are you doing referencing Madonna songs and movies? Next thing you're going to drop some ill Celine Dion bars or tell us "leave Britney alone"?

2) You're smoking weed watching us pretend we don't cry for you... Why, exactly? How does this make any fucking sense at all lol. So, your point is that we cry for you. Sure, I cry laughing at your ridiculous stupidity, but why would I pretend otherwise? And what does this have to do with Hitler? Hitler pretends he doesn't cry for you? No, he didn't. Basically, this is just the laziest and most shallow Venn-diagram of something having to do with Nazis in Argentina (Hitler was burned in Berlin, btw. Klaus Barbie, Mengele and others fled to Argentina, though). Taking a random reference with the word "Argentina" and substituting it for "Hitler" with no logical connection whatsoever.. I mean, how could I possible hope to outdo that?

3) Proper gander. Cool homonym, I'll give props for that. But you're saying you're propaganda, so yes, it's quite hopeless to argue with.

4) Goebbels does not rhyme with squabbles, it rhymes with hurdles or curdles or sermons, etc.

Summing up, you're basically saying - however unintelligibly - that Virb and I pretend we don't cry for you, which therefore implies that we ought to be crying for you. Just like Hitler and/or Evita, for some reason, also ought to be crying for you.

Hard as that already is, you're then saying that it's meaningless to argue with Nazi propaganda, implying that Nazi propaganda is superior to arguments, and that therefore, we suck Joseph Goebbels' dick.

Obviously, this line of reasoning, and the awesome flow and rhyme schemes in which it takes place, is hard to argue with. It almost just speaks for itself, which makes me wonder why you required more words to try to explain the bars than there were in the bars themselves.

Lastly, if you take a moment to think about those bars, 1) is there a good reason that we should be crying for you, e.g. that you're hopelessly beyond pedagogical limits? And 2) who would, in any realistically conceived context, be the one sucking Goebbels' Joseph? Would it be somebody who pointed out his lies and argued against him, or would it be someone who was persuaded by Nazi propaganda?

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In short: I doubt that it's cheeba you're smoking.


Now let's rap.


Jack is sea food. All his plans are see-through. That's a redo.
You can have Garry teach you. You still can't fathom Deep Blue.
Check your dashcam rear view. This Caesarian'll greet you.
Cuz I'm a fucking Brute when I kill this asshole.. Yeah #metoo.


expl.: Caesar famously said "Et tu, Brute?", meaning "You too, Brutus?", followed by "then fall Caesar", since if his close friend Brutus, whom he admired, was in on the assassination, then the reasons must have been sound.

DQ: that 4 line limits been put to the test, you are under arrest,
I'm just playin, you only had a fuckin couple at best, like post nuptial sex,
You've got whoopee cushions for pecs, I got R&B themes when I'm bussin the metal,
Soon as I see this Dane, BOW-as he's sent to another level

I'll kill this pussy, I ain't a fucking romantic. I'm always hitting three X's like I'm scoring a hattrick.
All you hear is "CLAP! CLAP! CLAP!" when I push that wig back like I'm fucking a black chick.
You'll be looking like a slut that's been gagging after your front has been blasted like snot in your lashes.
And your legs'll be tweaking like a muscular spastic when you get covered in sheets like blood on the mattress.

It’s always you hungry for attention like the make a wish kids— I’ll push ya shit in wit this SIG.. leave skull blue out from the tube like he a genie..
Strap over the shoulder get in to view im lighting him easy..
You Run im in pursuit/purse suit) these bitches go to work but I fire them freely..
Like white bitches in a black neighborhood i see you clutching id take offense-if you didnt— you supposed to tighten up when you see me..

You must be on molly and crack. That's some country ass rap.
You're the only black dude in a white band like the Corsican flag.
If you're following white girls home it's Uncle Tom in the cab.
Cuz you got handed that shoulder strap along with your badge.

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You must be on molly and crack. That's some country ass rap.
You're the only black dude in a white band like the Corsican flag.
If you're following white girls home it's Uncle Tom in the cab.
Cuz you got handed that shoulder strap along with your badge.

Fuck your presumption Faq must've had a rubble sack full of crack,
I'll pull this tazer, trust me lad, you'll be the one catching a buzz off bag,
SkinSkinSkinSkin, ya movin all Diddy n waste,
Cuz today you went out ya way to get 4skins in ya face

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Originally Posted by Bag Mandela

Main Character, straight amateur, gay bachelor, type of lame fag at a race track in a beige Dacia,
Eau de drained catheter, AIDS wrangler, fake rap presence, it'll be xmas come early when Slay baggin ya

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Spoiler warning…
Forget Squid Games season three your league’s way savager, see I easily beat all the game’s challengers, outstanding on this platform, it’s a great massacre and at the end even killed off the Main Character.

My pen… jeez… not even Catcher In The Rye’s the same calibre, see I beat up the Main Character like he faced Stradlater and my writing’s nicer than J Salinger.

Fuck J. Salinger, you're a bum like freight passengers.
You be-Holden to the fact I took your bitch like Jane Gallagher.
And that's objective like the lens aperture on a great camera.
If money in the bank, he'll be outside to yell "Attica!"

Fuck you & the rest of the Danish Rave Mafia,
How you got a bitch AND incel-grade animus?
I'll bang ya mum, stick it to that cruel mistress like brave mariners,
Where?
Hows-in a pad, squeeze with a foot like brake calipers,

you buy fake Slazenger - behave manlier, tryna connect with la petite mort got shay manic as he yells at his bitch "I told you to say Jackius!"

You're in a summerhouse with a chick, twiddling thumbs, cuz you ain't got no game.
You stay in the outer lane with low octane in the tank like drops on the stock exchange.
But if you give Sam a Bag to cut him brakes, he'll be on Speed like Keanu Reeves.
All of a sudden he's back on his feet, with Sandra on her knees, Bollock's deep.

I’m listening to Before I Self Destruct and it’s kinda dry coz I’m greater than Fifty, and it might apply…
Sandra Bullock in the movie Speed? nice reply but I’mma turn your bitch to my ride or die.
I’d prefer an opponent from Spain, Africa, Reims, Canada… I fucking hate this Dane amateur,
If this was Vikings you’d be the maid Lagertha coz you sucked dick for the Main Character.

Absurdly real, Although his cock sucking was a deserved reveal,
it would be more like the cannibal who ate the maid, he made la gerth a meal,
And who's Virb? Free roaming carrier of niche known infatica
And according to jack its a matter of fact you're a nonce so that makes you Encylopedo Brottanica

Encyclopedo Brotannica? Virb can't read though, he's at home, Tivo'ing Lagertha.
Don't you peeps know the facts? That TV show's a racket like casinos for gamblers.
Y'all some deepthroating amateurs with heads banging off beat, no Metallica.
And Mandela's been in-cell while I keep owning fascists like Steve Biko in Africa.

(Don't even need no easels or canvases when I'm going beast mode like Guernica.
I'll just leave souls detatched like you forgot that the Greeks wrote De Anima.
Fuck aminos and acids, just give Bag some kilos and grams of cheap blow for stamina.
He'll turn into Steve-O from Jackass, wearing speedos to balance on a cheap rope from Amazon.)

Nah, I didn't just hear that... is it true, does the shamans bitch...
chik-chika Jack Hallows does the shamans bitch...,
You could've foreseen that being a ramification, But since spice girls told you what they want you been acting impatient, and you're right to demand some clarification, I don't have any bars I'm just closing the thread, Violets are blue, my molars are red, I'll turn up at ya grans house focused, erect, sabretooth tiger her pussy bony & dead, so I'll just go n instead inject a dose of hexane-washed coke in her leg while she's going to bed. a zig a zig ah