Everyone Unite: Lets put an end to that rap music

[Perfxion 0]

"Magic Stick" was a good song the first 100 times I heard it back in May. Now that song is the most over played song EVER, passing 50 Cent's "In Da Club" and passing "Smells Like Teen Spirit" by Nirvana and this song DIDN"T have a video, that is all radio airplay to make everyone sick of that damn song.

 

But, since Marney hates it:

 

Chorus: 50 Cent]

I got the magic stick

I know if I can hit once, I can hit twice

I hit the baddest chicks

Shorty don't believe me, then come with me tonight

And I'll show you maaagic

(What? What?) Maaagic

I got the magic stick

 

[50 Cent]

I'm a freak to the core

Get a dose once, you gon' want some more

My tongue touch ya girl, ya toes bound to curl

This exclusive shit I don't share with the world

I have you up early in the mornin, moanin

Back shot, proper or low can't stop us

Been a fiend for this since Rakim made hits

Get the position down pat, then it's time to switch

I'll rock the boat, I'll work the middle

I skeet it up, straight beat it up..

.. and I ain't in the hood with my toast out loc'n

I'm in the telly workin up a sweat strokin

Tonight's the night, you can fall in love

You can call your mama right now, tell her you met a thug

I pop a lot of shit cause I can back it up

My left stroke's the death stroke

 

[Chorus: Lil' Kim]

I got the magic clit

I know if I get licked once, I get licked twice

I am the baddest chick

Shorty you don't believe me, then come with me tonight

And I'll show you maaagic

(What? What?) Maaagic, uh-huh uh-huh

I got the magic clit

 

[Lil' Kim]

Lil' Kim not a whore

But I sex a nigga so good, he gotta tell his boys

When it, come to sex don't test my skills

Cause my head game have you HEAD over heels

Give a nigga the chills, have him pay my bills

Buy matchin Lambo's with the same color wheels

.. and I ain't out shoppin spendin dudes C-notes

I'm in the crib givin niggaz deep throat

Tonight Lil' Kim gon' have you in the zone

Girls, call ya crib, I'm answerin the phone

Guys wanna wife me and give me the ring

I'll do it anywhere, anyhow, I'm down for anything

Couple of humps, give a nigga goosebumps

This junk in my trunk ain't made for chumps

When Lil' Kim's around you don't need to lie

It's the "Drugs" baby, I'm makin ya HIGH!!

 

[Chorus: 50 Cent] + (Lil' Kim)

I got the magic stick

I know if I can hit once, I can hit twice

(I am the baddest chick)

(Shorty you don't believe me, then come with me tonight)

(And I'll show you maaagic - what? What?)

Maaagic (uh-huh, uh-huh)

(I got the magic clit)

 

[Lil' Kim] + (50 Cent)

Now put your face in it

I know you sprung off in your tongue, I know you tastin it

(Sex ain't a race) But I have a thug nigga breakin records

And the time is (one minute, six seconds)

(Magic stick) I got the magic bop

HAVE THAT ASS TRICKIN AFTER ONE BACK SHOT

(The gifts, the ice, I like that a lot)

The minks, the leathers, the CL drop

 

[Chorus: 50 Cent]

 

[Chorus: Lil' Kim]

[Firestarter 0]

My sister-in-law (freckled redhead whom, when her tan fades, you need sunglasses to look at, she's so damn white) had it on almost every time I got into her car. The first time I heard it, it was just background noise. The second time, I was mildly irritated. The third time I changed the CD, but she changed it back and stuck her tongue out at me. The fourth time I handcuffed her to the steering wheel and THEN changed the CD. The fifth time I pointed a gun at her head and made her change it herself.

 

It's true. Rap really does cause violence.

[Guest The Old Me]

Whatta man whatta man whatta man

what a mighty good man, what a mighty might good man.

[Firestarter 0]

Wherever this... person came from, will someone please send him back.

[Guest Agent of Oblivion]

I wanna take a minute or two, and give much respect due

To the man that's made a difference in my world

And although most men are ho's he flows on the down low

Cuz I never heard about him with another girl

But I don't sweat it because it's just pathetic

To let it get me involved in that he said/ she said crowd

And believe me y'all, he's worth it

So here's to the future cuz we got through the past

I finally found someone that can make me laugh

(Ha ha ha) You so crazy

I think I wanna have your baby

[Perfxion 0]

If rap will cause violence lets see if this will make her want to kill....

 

Many men, wish death upon me

Blood in my eye dawg and I can't see

I'm trying to be what I'm destined to be

And niggaz trying to take my life away

I put a hole in nigga for fucking with me

My back on the wall, now you gon' see

Better watch how you talk, when you talk about me

Cause I'll come and take your life away

 

Many men, many, many, many, many men

Wish death 'pon me

Lord I don't cry no more

Don't look to the sky no more

Have mercy on me

 

[Verse One]

Now these pussy niggaz putting money on my head

Go on and get your refund motherfucker, I ain't dead

I'm the diamond in the dirt, that ain't been found

I'm the underground king and I ain't been crowned

When I rhyme, something special happen every time

I'm the greatest, something like Ali in his prime

I walk the block with the bundles

I've been knocked on the humble

Swing the ox when I rumble

Show your ass what my gun do

Got a temper nigga, go'head, lose your head

Turn your back on me, get clapped and lose your legs

I walk around gun on waist, chip on my shoulder

Till I bust a clip in your face, pussy, this beef ain't over

 

[Chorus - singing]

Many men, many, many, many, many men

Wish death 'pon me

Lord I don't cry no more

Don't look to the sky no more

Have mercy on me

Have mercy on my soul

Somewhere my heart turned cold

Have mercy on many men

Many, many, many, many men

Wish death upon me

 

[Verse Two]

Some days wouldn't be special, if it wasn't for rain

Joy wouldn't feel so good, if it wasn't for pain

Death gotta be easy, 'cause life is hard

It'll leave you physically, mentally, and emotionally scarred

This if for my niggaz on the block, twisting trees and cigars

For the niggaz on lock, doing life behind bars

I don't see only god can judge me, 'cause I see things clear

Quick these crackers will give my black ass a hundred years

I'm like Paulie in Goodfellas, you can call me the Don

Like Malcolm by any means, with my gun in my palm

Slim switched sides on me, let niggaz ride on me

I thought we was cool, why you want me to die homie?

 

[Chorus]

 

[Verse Three]

Every night I talk to god, but he don't say nothing back

I know he protecting me, but I still stay with my gat

In my nightmares, niggaz keep pulling techs on me

Psych says some bitch dumb, put a hex on me

The feds didn't know much, when Pac got shot

I got a kite from the pens that told me, Tuck got knocked

I ain't gonna spell it out for you motherfuckers all the time

Are you illiterate nigga? You can't read between the lines

In the bible it says, what goes around, comes around

Almost shot me, three weeks later he got shot down

Now it's clear that I'm here, for a real reason

'Cause he got hit like I got hit, but he ain't fucking breathing

 

[Chorus]

[Guest The Old Me]

Bitches aint shit but hoes and tricks

lick on these nuts and sucks their dicks....

[Perfxion 0]

Here is a song I that I am listening to right now:

 

[Cam'Ron - repeat 15X]

Dip Set

 

[Chorus]

Juelz, Dip Dip

Santana, Set, Set

Where we grip, grip, tec, tecs

Who you wit, wit

Dog, no set

Dip Set, Dip Set, Dip Set, what (Oww)

 

[Verse One: Juelz Santana]

Hang with gangs, that hang and bang

Animals, arrangatangs, hammers move, bangers bang

Damn, it's new the game done changed

I got a whole selection, a whole collection

A ho selection of my ho collection

And I'm big pimpin', stick givin', quick shiftin'

Listen, this isn't, no damn game in here (Oww)

Yeah, the whole byrd gang's in here, like Kurt Kobain was here, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

And I'm dangerous yeah, brainless yeah, stainless yeah

Aim to kill yeah, bangers yeah, y'all some dead mother...

And my diddy-pop, barge through the city blocks

Hard with the pretty glock, charge and you getting shot

Diddy to the bar, hard make her give a shot

Get a broad, get here hot, get her home give her (Oww)

Go,it's your birthday

Go, go drink it girl, it's cumming, I know you're thirsty

Harlem's my birthplace, tombstone birth place

Doomsday, goonsday, Tuesday to Thursday

 

[Chorus]

Juelz, Dip Dip

Santana, Set, Set

Where we grip, grip, tec, tecs

Who you wit, wit

Dog, no set

Dip Set, Dip Set, Dip Set, what (Oww)

 

[Verse Two: Juelz Santana]

Jump, stomp, move, breathe

We, in, too, deep, OKAY

I'm lo-lo from the block again

Po-po and the cops again, no homo but they cocking them

Four-fos and glocks and them

They the paparrazi, they the livest posses

Kamakazi, nazi, nazi, copy papi

I'm a baller baller, you're not at all a baller

That's why I scored your daughter, left her home, call her, call her

I'm in the low BM, yeah, with your old BM

You smoke the Os and M, trojans and petroleums

Yeah, and that's just incase the ho ain't safe

Take it off, bend it over, throw it in, work it, work it

Oops, squirt it, squirt

Oops, oopsy dais, ohh I'm crazed

Cho-cho train, co-ca mane, Zulu Gang

I'm old school like Bambatta, no man's hotta

The damn dadda, I jam proper, your man's not a

 

[Chorus]

Juelz, Dip Dip

Santana, Set, Set

Where we grip, grip, tec, tecs

Who you wit, wit

Dog, no set

Dip Set, Dip Set, Dip Set, what (Oww)

 

Santana, Killa, Jim Jones, Freaky

Killa, you already know what it is

My man Juelz Santana, that boy got that crack man

Diplomat Records man

[Guest The Old Me]

Camron's version of "bitches aint shit...."

 

 

Bitches aint shit but hoes and tricks

lick on the nuts, blow the dick

(I beat my bitch with a stick, WHAT!)

[Firestarter 0]

Here's what I'm listening to:

 

"Let's snap our fingers, clap our hands

Down by the riverside, down by the riverside, down by the riverside

Let's give 'em what the song demands

Down by the riverside, down by the riverside

 

We'll hear them playing, keep that beat

Down by the riverside, down by the riverside, down by the riverside

Let's get together, what a treat

Down by the riverside, down by the riverside

 

Strike up the band, start the parade

Don't let that grand old rhythm fade

Just play that drum, play that number

When the saints come marchin' in.

 

Shake tambourines, play that cornet

Crank up that horn you won't forget

Your heart will hum to that number

When the saints come marchin' in.

 

The cymbals clang, just pound that beat

Sounds like a hundred marching feet

It's fun to join in that number

When the saints come marchin' in.

 

See banners wave, oh hear that ring

We all feel prouder than a king

'Cause everyone, everyone loves that number

When the saints come marchin' in."

 

- Elvis Presley, Down by the Riverside/When the Saints Come Marchin' In

[Guest Marney's Life-Partner]

My sister-in-law (freckled redhead whom, when her tan fades, you need sunglasses to look at, she's so damn white) had it on almost every time I got into her car. The first time I heard it, it was just background noise. The second time, I was mildly irritated. The third time I changed the CD, but she changed it back and stuck her tongue out at me. The fourth time I handcuffed her to the steering wheel and THEN changed the CD. The fifth time I pointed a gun at her head and made her change it herself.

 

It's true. Rap really does cause violence.

Is that why she won't return our calls? I liked her, she looked like Gabrielle from Xena.

[EL BRUJ0 0]

Last song I listened to:

 

Eminem: Kill You

 

When I was just a little baby boy,

my momma used to tell me these crazy things

She used to tell me my daddy was an evil man,

she used to tell me he hated me

But then I got a little bit older

and I realized, she was the crazy one

But there was nothin I could do or say to try to change it

cause that's just the way she was

 

They said I can't rap about bein broke no more

They ain't say I can't rap about coke no more

(AHHH!) Slut, you think I won't choke no whore

til the vocal cords don't work in her throat no more?!

(AHHH!) These motherfuckers are thinkin I'm playin

Thinkin I'm sayin the shit cause I'm thinkin it just to be sayin it

(AHHH!) Put your hands down bitch, I ain't gon' shoot you

I'ma pull +YOU+ to this bullet, and put it through you

(AHHH!) Shut up slut, you're causin too much chaos

Just bend over and take it like a slut, okay Ma?

"Oh, now he's raping his own mother, abusing a whore,

snorting coke, and we gave him the Rolling Stone cover?"

You god damn right BITCH, and now it's too late

I'm triple platinum and tragedies happen in two states

I invented violence, you vile venomous volatile bitches

vain Vicadin, vrinnn Vrinnn, VRINNN! {*chainsaw revs up*}

Texas Chainsaw, left his brains all

danglin from his neck, while his head barely hangs on

Blood, guts, guns, cuts

Knives, lives, wives, nuns, sluts

 

Bitch I'ma kill you! You don't wanna fuck with me

Girls neither - you ain't nuttin but a slut to me

Bitch I'ma kill you! You ain't got the balls to beef

We ain't gon' never stop beefin I don't squash the beef

You better kill me! I'ma be another rapper dead

for poppin off at the mouth with shit I shouldn'ta said

But when they kill me - I'm bringin the world with me

Bitches too! You ain't nuttin but a girl to me

.. I said you don't, wanna fuck with Shady (cause why?)

Cause Shady, will fuckin kill you (ah-haha)

I said you don't, wanna fuck with Shady (why?)

Cause Shady, will fuckin kill you..

 

Bitch I'ma kill you! Like a murder weapon, I'ma conceal you

in a closet with mildew, sheets, pillows and film you

Buck with me, I been through hell, shut the hell up!

I'm tryin to develop these pictures of the Devil to sell 'em

I ain't "acid rap," but I rap on acid

Got a new blow-up doll and just had a strap-on added

WHOOPS! Is that a subliminal hint? NO!

Just criminal intent to sodomize women again

Eminem offend? NO! Eminem insult

And if you ever give in to him, you give him an impulse

to do it again, THEN, if he does it again

you'll probably end up jumpin out of somethin up on the 10th

(Ahhhhhhhh!) Bitch I'ma kill you, I ain't done this ain't the chorus

I ain't even drug you in the woods yet to paint the forest

A bloodstain is orange after you wash it three or four times

in a tub but that's normal ain't it Norman?

Serial killer hidin murder material

in a cereal box on top of your stereo

Here we go again, we're out of our medicine

out of our minds, and we want in yours, let us in

 

Or I'ma kill you! You don't wanna fuck with me

Girls neither - you ain't nuttin but a slut to me

Bitch I'ma kill you! You ain't got the balls to beef

We ain't gon' never stop beefin I don't squash the beef

You better kill me! I'ma be another rapper dead

for poppin off at the mouth with shit I shouldn'ta said

But when they kill me - I'm bringin the world with me

Bitches too! You ain't nuttin but a girl to me

.. I said you don't, wanna fuck with Shady (cause why?)

Cause Shady, will fuckin kill you (ah-haha)

I said you don't, wanna fuck with Shady (why?)

Cause Shady, will fuckin kill you..

 

Eh-heh, know why I say these things?

Cause lady's screams keep creepin in Shady's dreams

And the way things seem, I shouldn't have to pay these shrinks

this eighty G's a week to say the same things TWEECE!

TWICE? Whatever, I hate these things

Fuck shots! I hope the weed'll outweigh these drinks

Motherfuckers want me to come on their radio shows

just to argue with 'em cause their ratings stink?

FUCK THAT! I'll choke radio announcer to bouncer

from fat bitch to off seventy-thousand pounds of her

from principal to the student body and counselor

from in-school to before school to out of school

I don't even believe in breathin I'm leavin air in your lungs

just to hear you keep screamin for me to seep it

OKAY, I'M READY TO GO PLAY

I GOT THE MACHETE FROM O.J.

I'M READY TO MAKE EVERYONE'S THROATS ACHE

You faggots keep eggin me on

til I have you at knifepoint, then you beg me to stop?

SHUT UP! Give me your hands and feet

I said SHUT UP when I'm talkin to you

YOU HEAR ME? ANSWER ME!

 

Or I'ma kill you! You don't wanna fuck with me

Girls neither - you ain't nuttin but a slut to me

Bitch I'ma kill you! You ain't got the balls to beef

We ain't gon' never stop beefin I don't squash the beef

You better kill me! I'ma be another rapper dead

for poppin off at the mouth with shit I shouldn'ta said

But when they kill me - I'm bringin the world with me

Bitches too! You ain't nuttin but a girl to me

.. I said you don't, wanna fuck with Shady (cause why?)

Cause Shady, will fuckin kill you (ah-haha)

I said you don't, wanna fuck with Shady (why?)

Cause Shady, will fuckin kill you..

 

Hahaha, I'm just playin ladies

You know I love you

[Guest The Old Me]

My sister-in-law (freckled redhead whom, when her tan fades, you need sunglasses to look at, she's so damn white) had it on almost every time I got into her car. The first time I heard it, it was just background noise. The second time, I was mildly irritated. The third time I changed the CD, but she changed it back and stuck her tongue out at me. The fourth time I handcuffed her to the steering wheel and THEN changed the CD. The fifth time I pointed a gun at her head and made her change it herself.

 

It's true. Rap really does cause violence.

Is that why she won't return our calls? I liked her, she looked like Gabrielle from Xena.

This could get interesting.

[Guest TheZsaszHorsemen]

My sister-in-law (freckled redhead whom, when her tan fades, you need sunglasses to look at, she's so damn white) had it on almost every time I got into her car. The first time I heard it, it was just background noise. The second time, I was mildly irritated. The third time I changed the CD, but she changed it back and stuck her tongue out at me. The fourth time I handcuffed her to the steering wheel and THEN changed the CD. The fifth time I pointed a gun at her head and made her change it herself.

 

It's true. Rap really does cause violence.

Is that why she won't return our calls? I liked her, she looked like Gabrielle from Xena.

This could get interesting.

No it won't. The gimmick's retired, I just bring it back on occaision.

[Guest The Old Me]

My sister-in-law (freckled redhead whom, when her tan fades, you need sunglasses to look at, she's so damn white) had it on almost every time I got into her car. The first time I heard it, it was just background noise. The second time, I was mildly irritated. The third time I changed the CD, but she changed it back and stuck her tongue out at me. The fourth time I handcuffed her to the steering wheel and THEN changed the CD. The fifth time I pointed a gun at her head and made her change it herself.

 

It's true. Rap really does cause violence.

Is that why she won't return our calls? I liked her, she looked like Gabrielle from Xena.

This could get interesting.

No it won't. The gimmick's retired, I just bring it back on occaision.

Damn you for making me think something interesting would happen on here today.

[Ripper 0]

Here's what I'm listening to:

 

"Let's snap our fingers, clap our hands

Down by the riverside, down by the riverside, down by the riverside

Let's give 'em what the song demands

Down by the riverside, down by the riverside

 

We'll hear them playing, keep that beat

Down by the riverside, down by the riverside, down by the riverside

Let's get together, what a treat

Down by the riverside, down by the riverside

 

Strike up the band, start the parade

Don't let that grand old rhythm fade

Just play that drum, play that number

When the saints come marchin' in.

 

Shake tambourines, play that cornet

Crank up that horn you won't forget

Your heart will hum to that number

When the saints come marchin' in.

 

The cymbals clang, just pound that beat

Sounds like a hundred marching feet

It's fun to join in that number

When the saints come marchin' in.

 

See banners wave, oh hear that ring

We all feel prouder than a king

'Cause everyone, everyone loves that number

When the saints come marchin' in."

 

- Elvis Presley, Down by the Riverside/When the Saints Come Marchin' In

*cries for Marney*