"Skilled Impressionist" - Impres...
• Written by BudderAsassin
BudderAsassin's Notes
A rap where i rap in a multitude of impressions, recording coming soon-ish
//Verse 1 - Donald Trump//
it's me, your president, Donald Trump
known to give your women a bump
up against me, you're ignorant
get a girl and grab her by the cunt
i'm gonna make America great again
back to when goverment was minutemen
face to face with me, cut out the middlemen
i might as well be a turtle with this mutagen
now i'm best friends with Kim Jong Un
no illusion or confusion
you're all CRUZin' for a bruising
and Hillary doesn't know what i'm doin'
you all should be scared of my tiny hands
because with my plans america expands
and as it stands you should listen to my commands
because we'll sell out the white house to the brands.
//Verse 2 - Castiel//
hey ass butt, what luck, a flood of blood
pull the plug, angels cause havoc
wade through the muck with any luck
or i'd let Dean get struck in the stomach
i raised Dean from hell on orders of god
it's odd how i get caught but don't stop
i have a job that i cannot have forgot
this body is really odd for this squad
Cass will smash glass and surpass a dumbass
surpass the ass and cause Lucifer to crash
dash and bash the math and kill the psychopath
this aftermath will splash, mash and slash the stash
drink a full liquor store, that's hardcore
hard to ignore, ten is my score
pour c4 ignore a whore till sore
i'm Castiel, who fangirls adore
//Verse 3 - Baldi//
hello everybody, my name is Baldi
welcome to the party and this cocky hobby
high on molly and coffee call up charlie
spank you till you're probably crying for mommy
solve my equations, or feel the weight of your sins
emotions are weapons, my presence gives questions
listen to this lesson, murder is my intention
a veteran workin' person new urban version
feel the slap of my ruler junior
you're super til you face my computer
this tutor runs smoother, you have no future
wrong answers bring death sooner, you're a loser
take my advice, get out while you can guys
better recognize, i have a surprise
a prize that cries, otherwise a demise
no lies, no disguise, it's you who i despise
//Verse 4 - Craig Tucker//
Craig Tucker, motherfucker, full of hunger
another sucker punch you couldn't cover
one punch does a number, you're gonna suffer
tweek's a wonder, rather thunder in the gutter
take a middle finger and whimper on twitter
not hard to consider a bigger bitter sister
this gets sicker the quicker i deliver a winner
so fuck off, look in a mirror, and look clearer.
stripe will wipe the fright right off you tonight
as you recite and provide an upside to suicide
full of pride, despite the homicide guide
so catch me outside tonight and get quite a fright
super craig is gay, so run away as i spray and pray
anyway, it's pay day, pray today, you'll need it someday
lead you astray, on a holiday, that's the way
slay today stay away pay anyway everyday freeway
