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Most controversial rap lyrics thread...whacha got?
Posted on 4/28/13 at 7:03 pm
Posted on 4/28/13 at 7:03 pm
Eminem should probably win this hands down but I know there has to be some others..Ice Cube used to say some fricked up shite.
But this is from Music Box on Em's Relapse. (horrible album, but fitting for this thread)
I'm fixated on asphyxating and breakin' this little chick's
Neck like a pixie stick
The sick Satan worshippin', bitches get horse-whippins,
I'm in the back, through the back door, slip in
Through the crack leavin' the corpse drippin'
The mortition of love, sent from above,
Forced entry, the more wenchy, the more stingy I become
Been doin' this for more than a quarter century, I'm just numb
Am I dreamin', is it real? Someone pinch me on the buns
The time has come to tie her up, gotta roll me the ladder
I'd had enough of the chatter, climb up to the window, look at her
And climb in and slowly shatter her brain matter and batter her
with the bat, a matter of fact that will splatter her
But before I do that, I'll have a chat to flatter her
Give her two compliments, back-to-back, like Tabatha!
I'm your secret admirer, I'm back to ravish ya
So strong is your fight, but you're no match for Dracula
Prolonging her plight, as I go back to stabbin' her
Dismember her limbs, simple as that, cadaver her
Zoom in with the lens, then pan back, the camera
Stand back, cuz here comes your man Jack, so Pamela
But this is from Music Box on Em's Relapse. (horrible album, but fitting for this thread)
I'm fixated on asphyxating and breakin' this little chick's
Neck like a pixie stick
The sick Satan worshippin', bitches get horse-whippins,
I'm in the back, through the back door, slip in
Through the crack leavin' the corpse drippin'
The mortition of love, sent from above,
Forced entry, the more wenchy, the more stingy I become
Been doin' this for more than a quarter century, I'm just numb
Am I dreamin', is it real? Someone pinch me on the buns
The time has come to tie her up, gotta roll me the ladder
I'd had enough of the chatter, climb up to the window, look at her
And climb in and slowly shatter her brain matter and batter her
with the bat, a matter of fact that will splatter her
But before I do that, I'll have a chat to flatter her
Give her two compliments, back-to-back, like Tabatha!
I'm your secret admirer, I'm back to ravish ya
So strong is your fight, but you're no match for Dracula
Prolonging her plight, as I go back to stabbin' her
Dismember her limbs, simple as that, cadaver her
Zoom in with the lens, then pan back, the camera
Stand back, cuz here comes your man Jack, so Pamela
This post was edited on 4/29/13 at 8:12 pm
Posted on 4/28/13 at 7:09 pm to cas4t
Dance with the devil - immortal technique
Posted on 4/28/13 at 8:36 pm to cas4t
"Yo Marlo, he got a Monte Carlo
that bitch grey, I want that bitch dead today,
here go the key"
Lil Boosie
that bitch grey, I want that bitch dead today,
here go the key"
Lil Boosie
Posted on 4/28/13 at 8:40 pm to cas4t
Yeah, Geto Boys Mind of a Lunatic is what came to mind. Scarface put the blade on granny's arse.
This post was edited on 4/28/13 at 8:42 pm
Posted on 4/28/13 at 10:44 pm to cas4t
quote:
Em's Relapse. (horrible album,
No. The multi syllable rhyming on that album is mind blowing, like shown in this very thread.
Posted on 4/28/13 at 10:50 pm to cas4t
Eminem-Kim anyone?
You really fricked me Kim
You really did a number on me
Never knew me cheating on you would come back to haunt me
But we was kids then Kim, I was only 18
That was years ago
I thought we wiped the slate clean
That's fricked up!
(I love you!)
Oh God my brain is racing
(I love you!)
What are you doing?
Change the station I hate this song!
Does this look like a big joke?
(No!)
There's a four year old boy lyin' dead with a slit throat
In your living room, ha-ha
What you think I'm kiddin' you?
You loved him didn't you?
(No!)
bullshite you bitch don't fricking lie to me
What the frick's this guy's problem on the side of me?
frick you a-hole, yeah bite me
Kim, KIM!
Why don't you like me?
You think I'm ugly don't you
(It's not that!)
No you think I'm ugly
(Baby)
Get the frick away from me, don't touch me
I HATE YOU! I HATE YOU!
I SWEAR TO GOD I HATE YOU
OH MY GOD I LOVE YOU
How the frick could you do this to me?
(Sorry!)
How the frick could you do this to me?
[Repeat 1 (2x)]
Come on get out
(I can't I'm scared)
I said get out bitch!
(Let go of my hair, please don't do this baby)
(Please I love you, look we can just take Hailie and leave)
frick you, you did this to us
You did it, it's your fault
Oh my God I'm crackin' up
Get a grip Marshall
Hey remember the time we went to Brian's party?
And you were like so drunk that you threw up all over Archie
That was funny wasn't it?
(Yes!)
That was funny wasn't it?
(Yes!)
See it all makes sense, doesn't it?
You and your husband have a fight
One of you tries to grab a knife
And during the struggle he accidentally gets his Adam's apple sliced
(No!)
And while this is goin' on
His son just woke up and he just walks in
She panics and he gets his throat cut
(Oh my God!)
So now they both dead and you slash your own throat
So now it's double homicide and suicide with no note
I should have known better when you started to act weird
We could've...HEY! Where you going? Get back here!
You can't run from me Kim
It's just us, nobody else!
You're only making this harder on yourself
Ha! Ha! Got'cha!
(Ahh!)
Ha! Go ahead yell!
Here I'll scream with you!
AH SOMEBODY HELP!
Don't you get it bitch, no one can hear you?
Now shut the frick up and get what's comin to you
You were supposed to love me
{*Kim choking*}
NOW BLEED! BITCH BLEED!
BLEED! BITCH BLEED! BLEED!
Most controversial IMO in bold.
You really fricked me Kim
You really did a number on me
Never knew me cheating on you would come back to haunt me
But we was kids then Kim, I was only 18
That was years ago
I thought we wiped the slate clean
That's fricked up!
(I love you!)
Oh God my brain is racing
(I love you!)
What are you doing?
Change the station I hate this song!
Does this look like a big joke?
(No!)
There's a four year old boy lyin' dead with a slit throat
In your living room, ha-ha
What you think I'm kiddin' you?
You loved him didn't you?
(No!)
bullshite you bitch don't fricking lie to me
What the frick's this guy's problem on the side of me?
frick you a-hole, yeah bite me
Kim, KIM!
Why don't you like me?
You think I'm ugly don't you
(It's not that!)
No you think I'm ugly
(Baby)
Get the frick away from me, don't touch me
I HATE YOU! I HATE YOU!
I SWEAR TO GOD I HATE YOU
OH MY GOD I LOVE YOU
How the frick could you do this to me?
(Sorry!)
How the frick could you do this to me?
[Repeat 1 (2x)]
Come on get out
(I can't I'm scared)
I said get out bitch!
(Let go of my hair, please don't do this baby)
(Please I love you, look we can just take Hailie and leave)
frick you, you did this to us
You did it, it's your fault
Oh my God I'm crackin' up
Get a grip Marshall
Hey remember the time we went to Brian's party?
And you were like so drunk that you threw up all over Archie
That was funny wasn't it?
(Yes!)
That was funny wasn't it?
(Yes!)
See it all makes sense, doesn't it?
You and your husband have a fight
One of you tries to grab a knife
And during the struggle he accidentally gets his Adam's apple sliced
(No!)
And while this is goin' on
His son just woke up and he just walks in
She panics and he gets his throat cut
(Oh my God!)
So now they both dead and you slash your own throat
So now it's double homicide and suicide with no note
I should have known better when you started to act weird
We could've...HEY! Where you going? Get back here!
You can't run from me Kim
It's just us, nobody else!
You're only making this harder on yourself
Ha! Ha! Got'cha!
(Ahh!)
Ha! Go ahead yell!
Here I'll scream with you!
AH SOMEBODY HELP!
Don't you get it bitch, no one can hear you?
Now shut the frick up and get what's comin to you
You were supposed to love me
{*Kim choking*}
NOW BLEED! BITCH BLEED!
BLEED! BITCH BLEED! BLEED!
Most controversial IMO in bold.
Posted on 4/29/13 at 3:01 pm to cas4t
"Messed around and got a triple-double."
Does anyone really believe Ice Cube scored a triple-double?
Does anyone really believe Ice Cube scored a triple-double?
Posted on 4/29/13 at 3:41 pm to cas4t
no one has posted frick the police? NWA got a letter from the FBI because of this song
frick tha police
Comin straight from the underground
Young **** got it bad cuz I'm brown
And not the other color so police think
They have the authority to kill a minority
frick that shite, cuz I ain't tha one
For a punk muthafricka with a badge and a gun
To be beatin on, and throwin in jail
We could go toe to toe in the middle of a cell
frickin with me cuz I'm a teenager
With a little bit of gold and a pager
Searchin my car, lookin for the product
Thinkin every **** is sellin narcotics
You'd rather see me in the pen
Then me and Lorenzo rollin in the Benzo
Beat tha police outta shape
And when I'm finished, bring the yellow tape
To tape off the scene of the slaughter
Still can't swallow bread and water
I don't know if they figs or what
Search a **** down and grabbin his nuts
And on the other hand, without a gun they can't get none
But don't let it be a black and a white one
Cuz they slam ya down to the street top
Black police showin out for the white cop
Ice Cube will swarm
On any muthafricka in a blue uniform
Just cuz I'm from the CPT, punk police are afraid of me
A young **** on a warpath
And when I'm finished, it's gonna be a bloodbath
Of cops, dyin in LA
Yo Dre, I got somethin to say
frick tha police and Ren said it with authority
because the ****z on the street is a majority.
A gang, is with whoever I'm stepping
and the motherfrickin' weapon
is kept in a stash box, for the so-called law
wishin' Ren was a **** that they never saw
Lights start flashin behind me
But they're scared of a **** so they mace me to blind me
But that shite don't work, I just laugh
Because it gives em a hint not to step in my path
To the police I'm sayin frick you punk
Readin my rights and shite, it's all junk
Pullin out a silly club, so you stand
With a fake assed badge and a gun in your hand
But take off the gun so you can see what's up
And we'll go at it punk, I'ma frick you up
Make ya think I'm a kick your arse
But drop your gat, and Ren's gonna blast
I'm sneaky as frick when it comes to crime
But I'm a smoke em now, and not next time
Smoke any muthafricka that sweats me
Or any assho that threatens me
I'm a sniper with a hell of a scope
Takin out a cop or two, they can't cope with me
The muthafrickin villian that's mad
With potential to get bad as frick
So I'm a turn it around
Put in my clip, yo, and this is the sound
Ya, somethin like that, but it all depends on the size of the gat
Takin out a police would make my day
But a **** like Ren don't give a frick to say
I'm tired of the muthafrickin jackin
Sweatin my gang while I'm chillin in the shackin
Shining tha light in my face, and for what
Maybe it's because I kick so much butt
I kick arse, or maybe cuz I blast
On a stupid assed **** when I'm playin with the trigga
Of any Uzi or an AK
Cuz the police always got somethin stupid to say
They put up my picture with silence
Cuz my identity by itself causes violence
The E with the criminal behavior
Yeah, I'm a gansta, but still I got flavor
Without a gun and a badge, what do ya got?
A sucka in a uniform waitin to get shot,
By me, or another ****.
and with a gat it don't matter if he's smarter or bigger
[MC Ren: Sidle him, kid, he's from the old school, fool]
And as you all know, E's here to rule
Whenever I'm rollin, keep lookin in the mirror
And there's no cue, yo, so I can hear a
Dumb muthafricka with a gun
And if I'm rollin off the 8, he'll be tha one
That I take out, and then get away
And while I'm drivin off laughin
This is what I'll say
frick tha police
Comin straight from the underground
Young **** got it bad cuz I'm brown
And not the other color so police think
They have the authority to kill a minority
frick that shite, cuz I ain't tha one
For a punk muthafricka with a badge and a gun
To be beatin on, and throwin in jail
We could go toe to toe in the middle of a cell
frickin with me cuz I'm a teenager
With a little bit of gold and a pager
Searchin my car, lookin for the product
Thinkin every **** is sellin narcotics
You'd rather see me in the pen
Then me and Lorenzo rollin in the Benzo
Beat tha police outta shape
And when I'm finished, bring the yellow tape
To tape off the scene of the slaughter
Still can't swallow bread and water
I don't know if they figs or what
Search a **** down and grabbin his nuts
And on the other hand, without a gun they can't get none
But don't let it be a black and a white one
Cuz they slam ya down to the street top
Black police showin out for the white cop
Ice Cube will swarm
On any muthafricka in a blue uniform
Just cuz I'm from the CPT, punk police are afraid of me
A young **** on a warpath
And when I'm finished, it's gonna be a bloodbath
Of cops, dyin in LA
Yo Dre, I got somethin to say
frick tha police and Ren said it with authority
because the ****z on the street is a majority.
A gang, is with whoever I'm stepping
and the motherfrickin' weapon
is kept in a stash box, for the so-called law
wishin' Ren was a **** that they never saw
Lights start flashin behind me
But they're scared of a **** so they mace me to blind me
But that shite don't work, I just laugh
Because it gives em a hint not to step in my path
To the police I'm sayin frick you punk
Readin my rights and shite, it's all junk
Pullin out a silly club, so you stand
With a fake assed badge and a gun in your hand
But take off the gun so you can see what's up
And we'll go at it punk, I'ma frick you up
Make ya think I'm a kick your arse
But drop your gat, and Ren's gonna blast
I'm sneaky as frick when it comes to crime
But I'm a smoke em now, and not next time
Smoke any muthafricka that sweats me
Or any assho that threatens me
I'm a sniper with a hell of a scope
Takin out a cop or two, they can't cope with me
The muthafrickin villian that's mad
With potential to get bad as frick
So I'm a turn it around
Put in my clip, yo, and this is the sound
Ya, somethin like that, but it all depends on the size of the gat
Takin out a police would make my day
But a **** like Ren don't give a frick to say
I'm tired of the muthafrickin jackin
Sweatin my gang while I'm chillin in the shackin
Shining tha light in my face, and for what
Maybe it's because I kick so much butt
I kick arse, or maybe cuz I blast
On a stupid assed **** when I'm playin with the trigga
Of any Uzi or an AK
Cuz the police always got somethin stupid to say
They put up my picture with silence
Cuz my identity by itself causes violence
The E with the criminal behavior
Yeah, I'm a gansta, but still I got flavor
Without a gun and a badge, what do ya got?
A sucka in a uniform waitin to get shot,
By me, or another ****.
and with a gat it don't matter if he's smarter or bigger
[MC Ren: Sidle him, kid, he's from the old school, fool]
And as you all know, E's here to rule
Whenever I'm rollin, keep lookin in the mirror
And there's no cue, yo, so I can hear a
Dumb muthafricka with a gun
And if I'm rollin off the 8, he'll be tha one
That I take out, and then get away
And while I'm drivin off laughin
This is what I'll say
This post was edited on 4/29/13 at 3:48 pm
Posted on 4/29/13 at 4:08 pm to cas4t
You claim to be a player but I fricked your wife.
Posted on 4/29/13 at 7:53 pm to cas4t
quote:
I was born with a dick in my brain, yeah fricked in the head
My stepfather said that I sucked in the bed 'Til one night he snuck in and said
We're going out back, I want my dick sucked in the shed
Can't we just play with Teddy Ruxbin instead?
After I frick you in the butt, get some head Bust a nut, get some rest
The next day my mother said "I don't know what the frick's up with this kid!
The bastard won't even eat nothing he's fed He just hung himself in the bedroom he's dead"
"Debbie don't let that fricker get you upset
Go in there, stick a frickin' cigarette to his neck I bet you he's fakin' it,
I bet you I bet he probably just wants to see how upset you would get I'll go handle this of course, unless you object"
"Ah go frick his brains out, if any's left in his head"
Eminem is golden
ETA: COP KILLER- Ice-T
This post was edited on 4/29/13 at 7:58 pm
Posted on 4/29/13 at 8:11 pm to cas4t
I remember a lot of christians I know were freaking out because of that weird bone thugs song mr. ouija.
Ouija are you with me? Mo murda, mo murda, mo murda me now.
Dear Mr. Ouija, Would you please tell me my future, will I die of murda, of bloody murda?
Come come again,
Murda murda, mo murda, mo murda murda, mo murda,
mo murda murda, mo murda, mo murda murda, mo murda
Ouija are you with me? With me.
Ouija are you with me?
I'm here.
Ouija are you with me? Mo murda, mo murda, mo murda me now.
Dear Mr. Ouija, Would you please tell me my future, will I die of murda, of bloody murda?
Come come again,
Murda murda, mo murda, mo murda murda, mo murda,
mo murda murda, mo murda, mo murda murda, mo murda
Ouija are you with me? With me.
Ouija are you with me?
I'm here.
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