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really this kid rock loves da cock
his parents found out and where in shock
they said that dis own him like g unit did game
and that he brought everybidy he knew great shame
this kid thinke a rock but punches are soft as paper
who are you foolen try to be a fucking rapper
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paper dont rhyme with rapper//
crumble your shit and flush it in the crapper//
you need to just stay silent like your name//
go back to crapton, and forget the rap game//
i dont really have shit to say about you, aint worth my thoughts//
you the type of dude i'll infest you and leave you with blood clots//
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sylent J, it's probably been a while (a day?)
Since someone dialed up japing that you're Silent Gay.
You on your period crampton? here have a tampon.
That should help you damp underpants stop the crampin'.
Yo, I may be seventeen but I'm in university.
And southern rap is clever, mean and filled with diversity.
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did you forget to diss me or maybe you got scared//
or you tryin not to hear my shit like you hearing impaired//
i aint gonna leave you alone until you wave the white flag//
admit to everyone in this cypher "I"m nib and proud to be a fag//
"i'm sorry momma i'm cleaning out my closet and it's full of nude guy picks"//
"i guess its because i could never get any pussy, thats why i'm on pillboys dick"//
(fuckin queerbate, just give it up)
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OK, I admit it, I'm currently on Pillboys dick.
His dick is on the floor and I'm stampin' all over it.
I didn't forget you, moron. You're attackin' in vain.
Hell, your ugly ass has burned an image in the back of my brain.
So I'm like an elephant here, "I'm never forgetting"
That's the elegant message left on your grave, where I'm spittin'.
I don't have a white flag, it's all dotted and splotched.
Cuz I'm left cleaning up after all your horrible slop.
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you got it wrong, i must be the elephant if my dicks on the floor//
you werent stampin it you were jaw dropped like damn i wan't some more//
elegant message would be on your grave saying"nib just couldn't compete"//
he fought to the death, died and couldnt admit his defeat//
everything in this world revolves around the USA,wheres australia fit in//
no where, thats right, your country is on americas nuts saying wish we were them//
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Only way you're an elephant is because of your weight.
You aint fly... god damn my fucking puns are so great.
The only reason the world's rotating USA like a lavatory,
Is because your flabby ass has it's own center of gravity.
Yo, what's the matter G? Quit hiding your flattery.
Pro-US strategy results in a bad taste like 'salt and battery'.
And I think you mixed up the message you're tryin to push.
We don't love America, Australians just love the bush.
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bush, you mean you love the toosh//
i'll nothing but net you in one on one, like swoosh//
flatter you, i think you must have high expectations//
theres no way i'll uplift you, there'll be no gay relations//
haha thats some funny shit you come up with nib//
especially comin from a underdeveloped still in puberty stage kid//
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Watch this wicked word wizard do a scary hat trick.
I guess you aint bad either... for a geriatric.
Incompetent? Get out. You're incontinent in the bowels.
I competently clown these constinants and vowels.
Kudos shared around Pillboy, don't be fronting and be foul,
And imply that this Aussie would want to throw in the towel.