Sunday, April 17, 2005

The Vile 8 Mile


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Finally a gargoyle for white suburban kids who rap battle. Or try and rap battle, that is, until they get too nervous like B Rabbit and detonate an assplosion.


Look, if you had one shot, or one opportunity
To seize everything you ever wanted-One moment
Would you capture it or just let it slip?

Yo, His ass is sweaty, stomach weak, toilet paper’s heavy
There's vomit on his sweater already, No Jean’s spaghetti
He's nervous, because his bowels are loose and ready
To drop bombs, but he keeps on forgetting
To flush down, the previous user left the water brown
His farts are so loud, he opens his sphincter
But the poo won't come out
He's chokin’ (his chicken), from the smell everybody's chokin’ now
The clock's run out, time's up over, blaaaaaaaaa!
Snap back to reality, Oh there goes gravity
There goes Blue Jeans, he gargoyled
Oh boy, his jeans are soiled
He's so weazy, but he won't give up that eazy
It don't matter, it’s only crap
He knows that clean up will be a snap
He's so pleased that he knows
When he goes back to his mobile home, that's when it's
Back to the lav(atory) again yo
He better go capture this moment and hope it don't pass him

You better lose yourself in the goyle, the (bowel) movement
You own it, you better always let it go
You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow (chunks and crap)
This opportunity comes once in a lifetime yo!


Difficulty: As difficult as keeping it Real.
Offensiveness: Worse than the N word.
Clean Up Time: Faster than you can spit rhymes.
Talk amongst yourselves: Trailer homes are neither trailers nor proper homes. Discuss.

1 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

this shit is super...blue and no are my heros

8:01 PM  

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