I don't normally use the f*** word these days, but I have to now.
You make me belong to some place I'm not,
I wanna ask you f***ers, if you've ever given it a thought,
As to how sick and tired I'm, of hearing you say,
The same old bullsh**, day after day.
A couple of times was okay with me,
But too much of this sh** constantly, and I
Won't be able to tell you when I'm gonna break,
I'll smash you a fistful more'n you can take.
Anyways, what the f***, makes you think you're elite?
And what the f*** makes you act so uppity?
Just cause you're from some f***ed up part of this place
Doesn't mean that you losers are a superior race,
Or the same kinda bullsh** you always use,
To degrade me, and justify this abuse.
Well, f*** the tension, and f*** the anger
These pent up feelings have given way to hunger.
A hunger for me to get some release,
To smash some face, and break a few teeth.
Cause if you care to look around this place,
My middle finger is in your goddamn face.
5 comments:
Okay people, this was just my second attempt at angry hip-hop (my first attempt was a LP style masterpiece, which I shall not show anyone, for certain reasons). No offense meant to anyone herel; I just chose the theme for this rhyme randomly. So you all can carry on calling me "maddu", "aadivasi", or whatever the heck you want to. I'm just getting better at angry hip-hop, and you can expect better rhymes from me in the future.
I wish I had a DJ ...
yeah... then you could suck more and people would blame the DJ!
man.... ur f***ed up!!
lolzzzz!
blind monkeys (who smoke cigarettes) with type writers write better hip hop.....lolzz..
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