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letra de posh boy raps fast - mc hammersmith

[intro: mc hammersmith]
em h-llo eh, i’ve written a rap
my name is mc hammersmith
representing middle class west london
word to your parent or guardian, listen

[verse 1: mc hammersmith]
i’m six foot like a threesome
spittin’ rhymes is my reason
booked for shows ’cause my bars nice
got more gigs than a hard drive
sickest mc with the rhyme(woah)
rappers get faded, i shine(woah)
don’t feast on rappers, i dine(woah)
is your d-ck bigger than mine, no
rappers say they sick they just debilitate my health
so electric when i rhyme, i plug the mic into myself
kickin’ with the lyrics that’ll leave you bl–dy flabbergasted
i’m a snappy, dapper b-st-rd, other rappers whack and flaccid
i’m a total lad, and if i can allege
i’m not a giant window sill but i am a massive ledge
known to be a sh-gger ’cause the ladies love my humour
when i rhyme i get ’em really h-rny like a tuba
stackin’ that money in my cash app
send shivers down your spine like a back slap
attract so many ladies it’s mad cap
get p-ssy through the door like a cat flap
excuse my french but f-ck you mon ami
i’m serving pain: boulangerie(uh)
deep breath ’cause the next bit makes me light headed
check out the way i be doin’ it when i be grabbin’ the mic and i’m rippin’ it
when i flippin’ it off the tip of the rhythm, a critical limit is imminent
and i be spittin’ it even harder than granite stone
because i be clearly nailing it: acetone
deafening and deadly academic when i detonate
i’m definitely decadent your derriere i’ll decimate
these rappers think they’re good that’s a ridiculous belief
i’ll box these sh-ts: gillian mckeith
your cd be weak like cbd
i’m the bbc on pcp
your material’s fake: pvc
that’s what i d-e-t-c-t-e-d
i’m the grim reaper with thin femurs
hot d-mn like singed beavers
hate myself: dejection
hard on myself: erection
so young when i started deploying inflection
i wrote my first rhymes at the point of conception
been spitting it sick since i had a placenta
and dropping mixtapes since the second trimester
these rappers are pitta-full: baba ganoush
i’m rinsing these p-ssies: v-g-n-l douche
big d-ck and clever so better remember
a member of mensa and member immenser
your girl’s the ugliest
my girl’s so hot i pleasure her with oven mitts
when i bust that rap scheme
she gets tre wet like a canteen
quickest mc with the raw rap
gun so big i got a sore back
you’ll meet da-feet like a door mat
and i’ve got a small p-n-s, ignore that!
walk into the club with my massive d-ck
draggin’ it behind me like a sack of bricks
swing it all around like i just don’t care
concuss myself and wake up in intensive care
my king kong ding dong hit ya like a big bong
ball slap, i bring it back and bounce it like ping pong
all of my equipment gets ’em damper in the gusset
shaft so big thatcher tried to shut it
rippin’ a bit of a lyrical image a bit of particular rigour
when i’m beginning to pick on the bitter you better be givin’ it bigger
gonna be tellin’ me i’m not the best rhymer
well, i’ll have a bone to pick: grindr
raisin’ up the temperature, i make the ladies wetterer
and still i’m rhymin’ betterer than ninety-nine percent of ya
colder than a polar bear, hotter than a solar flare
shat myself in wagamama, sorry that’s an overshare
i’m unreserved, you’re highly strung: thunderbirds
they touch a nerve so f-ck the terfs
that’s a little blue: papa smurf
got flair and sickness and a hairy mistress
and the motherf-cking lyrics that’ll scare you sh-tless
so step to my rhymes you’ll frankly be reeling
coming achoo like i’m w-nking and sneezing
[outro: mc hammersmith]
thank you

- mc hammersmith

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