Winner gets to know who I really am. I am the only judge. I show favouritism towards rapping fortified structures with nice racks. LET THE GAMES BEGIN!

 

Tits castle, Uhh

Tits castle, Uhh

Representing fortified structures with racks

When I start talking I cause heart attacks

"Castles don't talk, this place must be haunted"

Bitch, that's what you think but you're ass will get taunted.

I will not move when it's gusty outside

I let my purple tits hang out with chesty building pride

If you do not like my rap you can go to heck

And meet up with the vampires who will be chompin on your neck. :cool:

this would take to much time and effort

i could have a whole bunch of more posts in the time it took me to right a rap

I can't really take credit for this. My cousin wrote it. :embarrassed:

 

In west Philadelphia born and raised

On the playground was where I spent most of my days

Chillin' out maxin' relaxin' all cool

And all shootin some b-ball outside of school

When a couple of guys

Who were up to no good

Startin making trouble in my neighborhood

I got in one little fight and my mom got scared

She said 'You're movin' with your auntie and uncle in Bel Air'

 

I whistled for a cab and when it came near

The license plate said fresh and it had dice in the mirror

If anything I can say is that this cab was rare

But I thought 'Man forget it' - 'Yo home to Bel Air'

 

I pulled up to the house about seven or eight

And I yelled to the cabbie 'Yo homes smell ya later'

I looked to my kingdom

I was finally there

To sit on my throne as the Prince of Bel Air

my awesomeness does not have to prove itself in a rap.

 

but titsy <3

I can't really take credit for this. My cousin wrote it. :embarrassed:

 

In west Philadelphia born and raised

On the playground was where I spent most of my days

Chillin' out maxin' relaxin' all cool

And all shootin some b-ball outside of school

When a couple of guys

Who were up to no good

Startin making trouble in my neighborhood

I got in one little fight and my mom got scared

She said 'You're movin' with your auntie and uncle in Bel Air'

 

I whistled for a cab and when it came near

The license plate said fresh and it had dice in the mirror

If anything I can say is that this cab was rare

But I thought 'Man forget it' - 'Yo home to Bel Air'

 

I pulled up to the house about seven or eight

And I yelled to the cabbie 'Yo homes smell ya later'

I looked to my kingdom

I was finally there

To sit on my throne as the Prince of Bel Air

 

Daaaaaaaaamn! Your cousin needs to get on this forum. We need more raps like this. :o I bet he likes to get jiggy with his raps and even switch things up a bit and throws in music from the wild, wild west.

I love you baaaaaby lalalalalalaaa

BOOOM CHICKKAAA BOOOWWW WOOOOWWW

You my woman! :cool:

Who gives a fuck about intelligence?

Who gives a fuck about depression?

I dooo, I dooo,

 

Take a black pen, draw a thing

Call that Bieber, teach him 'bout puberty

Through the pain, I'll always tell the truth.

 

 

:uhoh:

 

 

DANG. Ezra doesn't do rap. :disappointed:

HAHAHA :lol:

FAIL. :shame: