I am a natural rapper. Give me a subject or a theme and I’ll do what I do

>I am a natural rapper.
cmon OP this hardly even rhymes

Dawn, dick, pussy, decadence
Walking underwater all covered in blisters
learned sex from porn before before I taught it to your sister.
She let me jizz in her hair but I don’t even miss her
Like paint drying
The cum with which I glaze faces
Choke myself with shoelaces
online empty spaces
Outside blunts blazin
Inside we tail chasin
I get money and I waste it
I get bitches with my money and I put em in my basement
I am the Rick perry of entertainment
I fill up asses with the same shit
Copy, copy, copy, paste it
I am the real big money
Capital G, husky D
With two double O’s in between
Yo sister screaming on the sheets
You should see Big Money’s face when he skeets.

yo, I'd cum in ya face but it'd be a disgrace (to my jizz)
you too outta place, can't rhyme on my turf,
ya mother gave birth, to a shit rapper (worth!),
my rap skillz big money, you callin for nerf,
your dad is your mummy, I fucked her (with girth),
yo, go home,
ya wack and ya know it,
bars out ya mouth like foam,
1v1 me don't blow it,
smoke big weed fuck the police

Listen here if my words be clear (smoke crack)
Let big money be your mirror (Big Mac)
Because the blacks are whack and not just Shaq
I mean your mom in the sack licking on my nutsack
The blacks got attacks that’ll blow your mind
And if you don’t believe me, read the stats on crime
I keep women in my basement and I feed em my semen
Maybe somewhere someone loves em but to me they just pleasin’
Smoking Weed every day
Made of clay so the scriptures say
But babe I’m gonna blow up
Back to dust before the dusk fades
Life’s so purposeless I got to be racist
Jewish bitches are fine but Russians are the basest
Uh, big money is my namest
I’m gamest when I got six hos taking turns grinding on my faces
Moses is a metaphor for how twinks ain’t shit and traps are the gayest
Big money out.

Op you honestly think you all that
And a bag of chips
Nigga you wanna chill with Yea Forums
I figured that
Wait up
I might put a hole in the back of yo snapback
Just for coming and making a thread to promote your terrible lyrics
Go to sleep, black kid
Good night and good luck, homo

doesnt even rhyme unbased and bluepilled

So you think you can rap
Stupid mosquito bitch I’m tree sap
I am big money and I’m gonna cook you alive
Tie your body to a tractor and drive
you over fields of fire ants
With two glocks and 40 ounce hurricane
I am big money, welcome to pain
Remember your mom? I’ma put her in my basement
I got a cab full of China designa drugs and ima make you my experiment
You’ll be paper and I’ll make you bent
I’m only wonderin one thing and that’s how many bones I can break
And keep you breathing on the ground cement
Next to my model trains and the grave where yo mama’s body went
When Big Money Big then he go big
But now big money beamin’ out
Smoke weed every day
Peace.

pretty based

If I send you a beat I've been working on, will you do a quick rap over it from the stuff you've written, and post it here? Mic quality doesn't matter. Any phone will do

Lmao,
Your raps gut foul,
take naps cause ur 5,
your mums in my basement,
barely alive,
your bars suck face it,
use drugs too survive,
im big cash with the stash,
of weed and bird eye (fish fingers),
fucked ur dad no dingers (condom),
my lifes like a romcom, (fuckin ur mum),
da real big money suckin dicks for fun (no homo),
Swag.

Yeah sure

All right. Gimme 2 min

This video

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soundcloud.com/th3-j3st3r/dangerous-on-Yea Forums

why does the nigger keep beating when the white kid falls down

and why do none of the other kids stop him

White dude wants to make America great again

They call him fag cause it’s that’s an apt term to describe it
The way he thinks he’s got game but he can’t spit
except when he’s been sucking and sick tugging and cum chugging
He do what he do
Search fag on Instagram see it’s every picture that he’s tagged in
Now shut your ass rimming mouth so I can play doctor
I’ve got syringes of all kinds and I’m gonna stab you
Step back see what happens
You’ll see I’ll be laughing
Have you ever heard of anthrax?
Your corpse every inch Rubbed by my ball sack
Then I’ll hack it up and serve it to yo mama
Big Money is the destiny, the dream baby
He smokes weed every day, turns tricks it’s just makin hay
Peace, dog.

>why does the nigger
Just answered your question, you white bitch. You deserve it.

Anyone else is free to rap to my beat and post it here. Stop being cocky in your posts. After all, this is a music board. Whoever is better is better, and the winner.

Okay, I’m pre-gaming with some cough syrup. Then I’ma hit the mic. Zzz-quil and dyphenhydramine. Big money, big money.

we just fuckin around lol, I wouldn't call any bars here 'better'

k, just don't let the thread die

Yo big money forgot his wi-fi’s shut off for non-payment of a bill. He’s gotta see if there’s a way he can record a rap over the beat on his phone. He’s got that unlimited plan.

You're crackin me up

lol, bro i think you been sippin to much wtf are these bars,
i drive cars (yeet)
offa xan (bars)
you wont get far,
you subpar,
good raps? nah,
big cash? yah,
big drugs? yes,
u rekt? guess,
im xbox u nes,
im more u less,
i fucked your mum,
Peace and love brother, word.

wheres big money at with that big $$$
ur producer wants his track yo

Listen, ho,
Your rhymes are regressive
Your thought is slow and shit ain’t impressive
If you’re tryin a be bogus then I guess you got some leverage
But now I think I’ll fix you a real beverage— big money style
Give you a milk moustache smile
Or something thereof resembling
Golden shower tinkling
Biological warfare bitch tear yo asshole till you die
Ima watch you raped a thousand times
Then I’ll be laughin I’ll be gassin
I’ll be shamshing yo Mom
In her ass, semen stashing
venerial infections, onto her passing
All your family’s hopes I’ma dashing
I’ma fuck her everlasting till her neck I be slashing
Die bitch, get money, smoke weed,
Do the dew before the doo doo do
Real swag, big money, swag money, Sean bean.

I’m sorry man I cant find a way to record it on my phone so far. That beat is dope too. Might have to redownload garage band.

vocaroo.com/i/s1pZI4lO5lJ0

It's cool. I collab'd with a guy

I think Big Money’s gonna have to record it later when his internet’s working and he can use his mic and shit. He’s got your soundcloud though and he’ll be hittin that shit up with the $$$ tracks before too long.

Cool man. If it's good I'll ask for a clean version with only Big Money's vocals, and then I'll mix it all up and send you the beat in nice, pristine condition.

alright, alright,
your bars quite tight,
like ya sister, my cum missed her, last night,
yo,
I wont go down without a fight,
unlike your dad,
biggest dick hes ever had,
swagged on his face, wew lad,
arent you glad? im ya new dad,
hello son, lets go to the park,
and have some fun,
then ill fuck you in the dark,
then we can relax and smoke a joint together, you know talk about school and maybe go get an ice cream later,
then I'll cream in your face,
a dream of yours I know,
Dinners ready, can you come downstairs now?

Big Money says it reminds him of the Talking Heads. He says fuck yeah and that the shit is real. He says keep droppin it cause that shit is fruity loops.

I can only thank him for the kind words. I happen to like the Talking Heads, too.

Yo, so you say you are my daddy
and you mentioned the park
How you’d rape me in the dark
But also how things could be, like I’ve cream and shit
Seems ambivalent but maybe
The ambivalence is just in me
I never had a daddy, never had a dad
Only ever had my gat and my rappin game
I’d be lying if I said the thought of a strong daddy
Was not a thought most pleasing, color me happy
Big money might go hard but he got heart
And he when he’s not raping in his basement he knows there’s missing parts
Big money sees the same moon every night
Smokes weed and fucks bitches, lives a day and dies
Finitude, he says, is the only truth
And sometimes he feel like god’s loose change
Spilled out of his pocket and stayed
lost and forgotten
Big Money needs some kinda big daddy
A big dope daddy
who could make Big Money happy
Swag, swag, pussy, swag
Fuck the sky with phallus made of plastic.
Get amped up on speed even when you’re dopesick.
Scat on birds and stab a bitch with a firecracker
Light her up and pretend her burning flesh is laughter
Ima smoke weed cause I found my daddy he’s a rapper
My daddy is a rapper like me.

Big Money digs it. Wants to know if you like Pere Ubu ?

never heard of em

Daddys proud of you son

m.youtube.com/watch?v=9qnRzCWFgd4

that's pretty dope