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Back in the day, I had a little gig going with my old rap group. Here is one of the works we produced. LYRICS
Stu
I'm the guy whiter than bat shit
I'll knock your head off with a single hit, aww
Courtesy of my right hook
Don't look now I'm making egg salad
Out of your balls
Rape you in the stable stalls
Stick my hand down your throat
Pull your insides out to let them dry
And maybe then you won't lie
Tony
I'm the dude who's quite the charmer
Who gets more head than a lettuce farmer
My friend here, he'll kill you violently
I'll kill you silently
Unless I'm angry
See, I have a history of mischief and carnage
And if you think you can get the best of me
I'll remove you from history
Give you a histor-ectomy
Maybe then you won't be such a pussy
I don't care if you think you're the cat's meow
I'll just kill you nine times, think I don't know how?
Just hand me a shotgun
And if you think it's not gon-
-na happen, think again
I'll make you holier than the Pope
And pop a cap in your ass and watch you drop
That's all in a day's work
12 mofos dead and I only went slightly berserk
Danny
I'm Danny G. and I'm straight up chill
Even cooler than an Antarctican grill
I once robbed a bank with a tomahawk
I'm 5'9" I got a nine inch cock
I bust rhymes like I bust your face
Cause if we got beef when we in this place
Then your face is the one that needs tenderizing
It's not surprising
You need some wising
Up if you mess with old school
My concert's hot, it's a thousand Joules
My ticking's fresher than the green
In a vegetable garden
Makes your dick harden
Beg your pardon
Throw a dart in
Your head
Then I bag you on the waterbed
Peace!
Stu
Now that you've
Met the crew
You may understand
We ain't bland
Like your average white band
We got more spice than Thai green curry
We got more fury than the minority
We're crazy, we're psychopathic
Come to our place and we'll show you a trick
We'll cut your legs off at the thighs
Cut out your eyes
You're still alive!
Feeling the pain?
The tricky thing is
The feeling's the same as the life you live
Tony
Perhaps you got the wrong first impression of me
Let's try this again
I'm a man with a 23 centimeter dick
You say I'm lying?
Your mom says I'm satisfying
At least I thought she was talking to me
There were four other guys taking turns with that hussy
My dick seems like it's made for a mare
I'm fresh enough to be the frickin' King of Bel-Air
That's all that I gotta say for now
Bam-bam-boola-balam-ba-diddy-ow
Danny
Mr. G and psychology
We go together like taters and peas
Let me introduce you to my boy Freud
He did cocaine and he rocked the void
Between psychology
With all his therapy
It ain't so hard to see
It's not a mystery
You get the gist of me
In Nazi Germany
He made some theories
They're not conspiracies
Though some of them exist paradoxically
And it's a tragedy
That men don't want to be
But listen to he
Freud's got the key
To astrobiorhythmonumerology
If you don't believe me
Then go look it up in the dictionary
Go eat your celery
And then go smell your pee
In the (laughs) wide open sea
How I collect a fee:
I just gotta go and climb the money tree
Man, a lot of the rhymes end in, 'E'!
Q-R-S-T-U and V, W-X, Y and Z.
Stu
My nuts are almost as saggy as your grandma's titties
I'll put a hole in your gut
Glue your dickhole shut!
Now try to pee
I'd love to see
The new paintjob of the walls
Now all you've got left are your balls
But they'll be gone in a flash
I just saw some tennis players
And I need some cash
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Back in the day, I had a little gig going with my old rap group. Here is...
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Back in the day, I had a little gig going with my old rap group. Here is one of the works we produced. LYRICS
Stu
I'm the guy whiter than bat shit
I'll knock your head off with a single hit, aww
Courtesy of my right hook
Don't look now I'm making egg salad
Out of your balls
Rape you in the stable stalls
Stick my hand down your throat
Pull your insides out to let them dry
And maybe then you won't lie
Tony
I'm the dude who's quite the charmer
Who gets more head than a lettuce farmer
My friend here, he'll kill you violently
I'll kill you silently
Unless I'm angry
See, I have a history of mischief and carnage
And if you think you can get the best of me
I'll remove you from history
Give you a histor-ectomy
Maybe then you won't be such a pussy
I don't care if you think you're the cat's meow
I'll just kill you nine times, think I don't know how?
Just hand me a shotgun
And if you think it's not gon-
-na happen, think again
I'll make you holier than the Pope
And pop a cap in your ass and watch you drop
That's all in a day's work
12 mofos dead and I only went slightly berserk
Danny
I'm Danny G. and I'm straight up chill
Even cooler than an Antarctican grill
I once robbed a bank with a tomahawk
I'm 5'9" I got a nine inch cock
I bust rhymes like I bust your face
Cause if we got beef when we in this place
Then your face is the one that needs tenderizing
It's not surprising
You need some wising
Up if you mess with old school
My concert's hot, it's a thousand Joules
My ticking's fresher than the green
In a vegetable garden
Makes your dick harden
Beg your pardon
Throw a dart in
Your head
Then I bag you on the waterbed
Peace!
Stu
Now that you've
Met the crew
You may understand
We ain't bland
Like your average white band
We got more spice than Thai green curry
We got more fury than the minority
We're crazy, we're psychopathic
Come to our place and we'll show you a trick
We'll cut your legs off at the thighs
Cut out your eyes
You're still alive!
Feeling the pain?
The tricky thing is
The feeling's the same as the life you live
Tony
Perhaps you got the wrong first impression of me
Let's try this again
I'm a man with a 23 centimeter dick
You say I'm lying?
Your mom says I'm satisfying
At least I thought she was talking to me
There were four other guys taking turns with that hussy
My dick seems like it's made for a mare
I'm fresh enough to be the frickin' King of Bel-Air
That's all that I gotta say for now
Bam-bam-boola-balam-ba-diddy-ow
Danny
Mr. G and psychology
We go together like taters and peas
Let me introduce you to my boy Freud
He did cocaine and he rocked the void
Between psychology
With all his therapy
It ain't so hard to see
It's not a mystery
You get the gist of me
In Nazi Germany
He made some theories
They're not conspiracies
Though some of them exist paradoxically
And it's a tragedy
That men don't want to be
But listen to he
Freud's got the key
To astrobiorhythmonumerology
If you don't believe me
Then go look it up in the dictionary
Go eat your celery
And then go smell your pee
In the (laughs) wide open sea
How I collect a fee:
I just gotta go and climb the money tree
Man, a lot of the rhymes end in, 'E'!
Q-R-S-T-U and V, W-X, Y and Z.
Stu
My nuts are almost as saggy as your grandma's titties
I'll put a hole in your gut
Glue your dickhole shut!
Now try to pee
I'd love to see
The new paintjob of the walls
Now all you've got left are your balls
But they'll be gone in a flash
I just saw some tennis players
And I need some cash
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