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letra de freestyle rapping on cs;go - raccooneggs

freestyle:

sh-t dog
bushwookie has so much acne that he looks like a motherf-cking cookie it’s another f-cking rap-pocolypse, got a bag full of p-ssy lips ripping up bars like detention slips, hoping to not slip up my words, don’t wanna say some dumb sh-t, sailing the river selling seash-lls by the motherf-cking seash0r-, i’m poor as h-ll but i still want more, just to get my foot through the door, to be able to adore, all the great things in life, like, having kids and a wife, but at least i’m still rifling rhymes like a triceratops, nail clippers i ain’t no waiter, trying to rely off of tippers, but i’m still waiting for the day that i can say that i made it, and i’ll be celebrating and, corroborating the mating of g-y hamsters, i’m saving my savings for the paving of the path of the future, mask off off the clock doctor seuss hop off my c-ck, dock the boat cause i still fit, in a kids shoe size, styling off the dome like a snow globe, bathrobe, smoking on a fat load, toblerone chocolate, melting in my hands like the end of a joint, hitting my ball point, pen on the paper drawing pictures of the mayor, k!lling the vibes as i hit the f-cking pipe, getting higher and higher, thc in the lungs while my friends are all on speeds because, i need a reason to be able to sleep, yeet yeet, beat the meat take a seat, speak, i’m weak, i’m huffing and puffing this good kush like the big bad wolf, call me, f-cking, wolf sartorius, i would dropkick a baby for a smack on the sack, running up and down these rhymes like an ant eater, spitting the flow wearing nothing but a, wife-beater, tripping b-lls off this flow like i just drank a glow-in-the-dark stick, sticking this lyrical d-ld- in your ear, so you can hear, how rapping is done, a masterful from the one and only, get rekt, step back, cut me slack, call me super hot fire cause i’m not a rapper but i’m looking pretty dapper when i fling away, the wrapper to my family sized bag of m&m’s, but eminems got nothing on me because i’m g-e-t r a double c-d, and when i’m having s-x with the beat, you should not f-ck with me, but i aspired aim higher and poke holes in these wannabe rappers, like bush-wookie, whew, we are talkin mad smack but the rap lacks, drive-by shoot your -ss in my cadillac, take flak like a man and don’t cry when your dad doesn’t come back, get f-ckin destroyed

- raccooneggs

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