| "Rap While You Bleed" |
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| Written, recorded, performed, and produced, by Dan Houser 82. ® © 2009, DaN HouSeR 82, all rights reserved. |
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[voices]
yeah! lets start it off right
somebody's ass is gonna die tonight
I'm'a set your fuckin house on fire
one can a gas for every nail in my tire
bitch, give it up with that shit
don't be mad at me cause I gotta bigger dick
[woo!] and I'm smooth as fuck
I don't care about you either way, cause you suck a
thousand friends on myspace
and not one of them would recognize you off stage
man what kind of state of mind you in?
pickin a fight with me? you wont win
[laughs]
maybe I need, to make myself clear
I'm not like the other assholes here, I don't
kill nobody with music dude
I'll kill you then make a song to piss on you
when it comes to life, stay outta my sight
ain't wastin my time pretendin it's alright
to walk around talkin like you're already famous, when
nobody knows what the fuck your name is
if drama's what you crave
I'll send you to your grave
if blood is what you need
I would love to see you rap
while you bleed
I been
fuckin nuts since the pipe was laid
and you claim to be, but only in the shade
that's why they acknowledge you once or twice
then they go to the shit, they always do right
man I don't know how to say it another way, I don't even
listen to music cause too much of it is gay butt
fuck! I just wanna strangle like crazy
here's a little tip, I don't give a shit hate me
suicide if you cant handle the trauma
and fuck that piece of shit obama
I'm screamin at a field of hypnotized sheep, too
blind to wake up from the fantasy
if drama's what you crave
I'll send you to your grave
if blood is what you need
I will bring you to your knees
if drama's what you crave
I'll send you to your grave
if blood is what you need
I would love to see you rap
while you bleed
"heh hah heh... YOU know what I'm talkin about"
why do you think music sucks these days?
too much weed in their tiny little brains
how do you explain those who top the charts? listen
I've heard better things from the sound of my farts
only 5 percent of humans rule the other 95
and you could smack em in the face and even take away their lives
but they're just too distracted to see it all happen, that's
why
people pay to see a stage of stupid asses rapping
more disturbing than bird shit, that wont come off your wipers
pants half down lookin like grown men in diapers
the media's a total joke unless you're a dummy, and
all it proves you gotta do is grab a little dirty money
ohhhhhhhhhhhh
got more
talent than you, in the warts on my dick, than
guys that have had butt sex with your mom kid
it's dangerous, to be this smart
so now and then I just act like I aren't
so you go back to thinkin I'm nothin, as I
walk through police with everybody runnin, and I
know you know nothing about me but
that's all the more reason to keep your mouth shut
cause the world you live in with thugs and maggots
is nothin to me but little bugs and faggots
and don't hit me with a diss track, cause I wont even
know about it so I can diss your weak ass back
[laughing]
if drama's what you crave
I'll send you to your grave
if blood is what you need
I will bring you to your knees
if drama's what you crave
I'll send you to your grave
if blood is what you need
I would love to see you rap
while you bleed
[voices laughing]