Bravado
08-12-2010, 01:08 AM
The large font is Kebert's, the small font is mine.
Yo Bravado, got dat whack last name like ya just jumped da border
ya look like James LaBrie with an eating disorder
When it comes to my rhymes, I'm like a lady on Hoarders
I tried to ride yo mama but I ran out of quarters
I'm a straight-up G, yo a broke-ass ho
when you step up in da club, Atlas just says, "No."
While I'm screamin' out my Anthem on da bedroom flo'
Wonder why they call it "Fountainhead"? Well, now ya know.
You be thinkin', "I can't beat this rap!" Well, quit ya whinin'
I'll make you the Wendy to my Jack in The Shinin'
While you been playin' Pokemon I been dinin'
on yo goofy-ass lyrics, you best be resignin'.
Took you a long-ass time to compose twelve lines
Flashback, A.P., you scored sixes, I made nines
and my flow make ya chase me like Penelope, Amanda Bynes
You like Disney? Cool, now go Fantasia; make my shoes shine.
I run this shit like Dante runs the layers of hell
The only runnin' I seen from you is reruns of Kenan and Kel
You Notre DUMB, I heard Frollo yell for yo ass to get back and ring da bell
And you can shove that DT reference up yo Solitary Shell.
Get back in the kitchen, finish cookin' dat rice
'cause da rap game ain't for you; you drop lines like The Rescuers mice
In case you don't catch context clues, here's some advice:
Your rappin' sucks, so go, reroll, yo twelve-sided dice.
Well yo A.P. exam got a 3, I scored 4
and da proof is in my rappin', I ain't gotta say more
Man, ya look like da baby on The Cure's Galore
When you go to see Rush, Geddy say, "keep ya drawers".
Errybody hated ya in Oral Comm. class
spittin' whack game like a Bigmouth Bass
be wearin' all black, never goin' to mass?
Well then you must be Batman, 'cause I'm ROBIN yo ass!
And as for da Hunchback, call me Esmeralda
sexy, stickin' rhymes togetha like a hard-rap welda
I be flyin' JetBlue, you last-class Delta
and I'm thinkin' Link is missin' ya, so turn on ya Zelda.
Yo ass didn't know what A.P. was till I came along
Thought it stood for Asian Pussy so ya Googled John Myung in a thong
And if ya think you're The Real Slim Shady, yo Dead Wrong
so take yo B.I.G. ol' ass out; "Gong em, baby, Gong!"
Exam scores don't mean nothin' when yo failin' every quiz
I'm the published poet here, yo orange soda lost its fizz
and I don't gotta Make a Man Outta You; you already is
You such a loser, Beck and I seen you get crazy wit da Cheez-Whiz
A Nightmare to Remember, is how much I spit game
I'm comin' atcha like Tim Curry, bitch, I'm Wild and Untame
All I gotta do is rap to get money and fame
you out on da corner shakin' dat ass, yo momma don't even know yo name!
Word.
-insert chestbumps and handshakes here-
Yo Bravado, got dat whack last name like ya just jumped da border
ya look like James LaBrie with an eating disorder
When it comes to my rhymes, I'm like a lady on Hoarders
I tried to ride yo mama but I ran out of quarters
I'm a straight-up G, yo a broke-ass ho
when you step up in da club, Atlas just says, "No."
While I'm screamin' out my Anthem on da bedroom flo'
Wonder why they call it "Fountainhead"? Well, now ya know.
You be thinkin', "I can't beat this rap!" Well, quit ya whinin'
I'll make you the Wendy to my Jack in The Shinin'
While you been playin' Pokemon I been dinin'
on yo goofy-ass lyrics, you best be resignin'.
Took you a long-ass time to compose twelve lines
Flashback, A.P., you scored sixes, I made nines
and my flow make ya chase me like Penelope, Amanda Bynes
You like Disney? Cool, now go Fantasia; make my shoes shine.
I run this shit like Dante runs the layers of hell
The only runnin' I seen from you is reruns of Kenan and Kel
You Notre DUMB, I heard Frollo yell for yo ass to get back and ring da bell
And you can shove that DT reference up yo Solitary Shell.
Get back in the kitchen, finish cookin' dat rice
'cause da rap game ain't for you; you drop lines like The Rescuers mice
In case you don't catch context clues, here's some advice:
Your rappin' sucks, so go, reroll, yo twelve-sided dice.
Well yo A.P. exam got a 3, I scored 4
and da proof is in my rappin', I ain't gotta say more
Man, ya look like da baby on The Cure's Galore
When you go to see Rush, Geddy say, "keep ya drawers".
Errybody hated ya in Oral Comm. class
spittin' whack game like a Bigmouth Bass
be wearin' all black, never goin' to mass?
Well then you must be Batman, 'cause I'm ROBIN yo ass!
And as for da Hunchback, call me Esmeralda
sexy, stickin' rhymes togetha like a hard-rap welda
I be flyin' JetBlue, you last-class Delta
and I'm thinkin' Link is missin' ya, so turn on ya Zelda.
Yo ass didn't know what A.P. was till I came along
Thought it stood for Asian Pussy so ya Googled John Myung in a thong
And if ya think you're The Real Slim Shady, yo Dead Wrong
so take yo B.I.G. ol' ass out; "Gong em, baby, Gong!"
Exam scores don't mean nothin' when yo failin' every quiz
I'm the published poet here, yo orange soda lost its fizz
and I don't gotta Make a Man Outta You; you already is
You such a loser, Beck and I seen you get crazy wit da Cheez-Whiz
A Nightmare to Remember, is how much I spit game
I'm comin' atcha like Tim Curry, bitch, I'm Wild and Untame
All I gotta do is rap to get money and fame
you out on da corner shakin' dat ass, yo momma don't even know yo name!
Word.
-insert chestbumps and handshakes here-