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Humorous
- //start at 0:20//
- Yo what’s up everybody?
- You already know me, your favorite Rappad whiteboy
- I got some humor for the boys
- If you’re a girl you can listen too
- But I must warn the boys this is strictly me and you
- You may not spit anything out of your mouth
- I may not be from the south
- However I can kick you (pow) with a roundabout
- But anyway let’s get goin before our time runs out
- A room full of Mexicans will be called prison by a racist
- But that racist is in the line at Starbucks
- Ordering that caramel macchiato
- with the misspelled motherfucking name
- Why can’t communism be allowed if it can maintain equality year round
- Sure Hitler used it but we still paint on a fucking canvas
- And if things that Hitler did were so bad
- Then why are Austrian painters still allowed?
- Also I would just like to shout
- That the biggest example of karma was rejecting Hitler from art school
- Hahaha! Cracker must thought he was so cool
- But that motherfucker gone and went boom!
- Why are these motherfuckers still listening to pop music in 2024
- I mean after taking into consideration the amount of hatred
- Cuz like Tay Tay ain’t really that good
- She’s just another white hoe
- A hoe who’s gone through too many damn relationships to count on my fucking hands and toes
- And no matter how much she hates to admit it
- She’s just with Travis Kelce for a big dick
- Hell he probably gets made fun of in the locker room
- For tryna be this Starbucks drinker’s groom
- And I wanna admit this, her songs are catchy but don’t let it be a compliment
- When I listen to fucking “Love Story” or “Welcome to NY” I fucking wanna shit
- Cause these songs really are not it and I wanna fuckin announce it so the bitches at school can finally shut their plastic asses up
- At least Travis Kielce passes the 666 test if you know what I mean
- 6 feet, 6 figures and a half foot meat!
- Hahahahahaha
- And once again I would like to complain about some fucking hoes
- Why are there fucking Barbie doll lookin asses basically stripping online?
- Like, you do know the club is the real place for prostitutes?
- Although I would absolutely fuck you
- But the size of your ass isn’t a fucking compliment you stupid piece of pollution
- With the size of yo as you ain’t even allowed at nude beach with all that plastic
- And why are they always so bad at math?
- Like, the only thing they can calculate is a smash or pass
- The only rating I would give em on a scale of one to ten would be ten or more by just a little bit…
- Wait, you didn’t know I was talking about the tits?
- Plus if you want 6 inches just buy a fucking dildo because at this point your legally trash
- And if I saw someone on the side of the road jerking to a water bottle you can bet I’d have some questions
- Basically the same thing in this scenario
- Also don’t fucking call me “whiteboy”
- I don’t wanna hear it, especially from a sex toy!
- Yeah yeah
- And one thing to the son of a bitches who where a ski mask to high school
- The fuck you think you are, cracker?
- The mask doesn’t make you a southsider dumbass!
- And they think they can rap but the hell they can’t
- They just start googling some lines before somebody asks! yeah
- Also to the white crackers out there pretending that theyre black… are you even straight?
- Like at this point you’ll be on Piers Morgan’s fucking TV show if you keep tryna change you goddamn race
- And to the hoes and whores who dated in middle school
- Why the fuck do you even think that’s cool?
- If you’ve already fucked a chick then thats really not good
- Like crackers probably smoke in the locker room too
- But ay, it’s all a joke man
- Unless you dated in middle school, like hot Cheetos, like Taylor Swift, pretend to be black, or pretend to be from Atlanta
- If that’s true there’s something I wanna say to all of ya
- Fucking go touch a blade of grass before your daddy comes in and smacks your tiny fucking asses
- Aight see ya, now I promise this time
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