Wolfe Clas - Rhymaholic

They don't want me to do this
They tell me don't do this
Then they think I can't do it
So I think I have to do it
To prove I can do it
Screw it

Waking up in the morning feeling dapper
I should be idolized as a Hispanic rapper
Screw the dumb shit, whoops I didn't mean to
Curse or swear, but this is where
I go off the chain, and eat people's brains
With words they've never thought they heard
Coming out a mouth of a mastur
-Bator, and them bdsm babes call me master
And I have no bearings or any barriers, my defeats make you mad
Cos I don't have any, and that's cos I'm bad
Bigger and deffer, like Mr cool J
I'm sexy, Yous a Va J J
I've been needing a reason to give this trigger a good squeeze
Damn Mami, I'm the bees knees
Maybe you should scratch that itch
Here's the stitch
Lower your voice and quit
Your complaining, it's a no brainer (Haha)
Where am I taking this? Man I don't know
If I keep on talking, jail is where I'll go
But I should take this slow
Because if not I'll blow
This just goes to show
If you have a great power
But no responsibility
You're finna tower, all the competition b
Screw the melody of this hip-hop beat
I'm gonna be the best there ever was b
Watch me take this paced beat and make it faster
I'da been better off a b-b-b-b-b-buh-bastard

With a chemically imbalanced brain
That's why I rap like I'm going insane
Throw away my future for a small piece of fame
Hell man, I spit stuff that's lame
Switch up on these fools
They been thinking I hit juuls
When I be hitting that vuse
Pen, fricking lit the fuse
That I blew, cut wire blue
Shit I meant red, messed up on my deathbed
Everything I see is red, everyone I meet is dead
Eating this beat up like Mike when he uppercuts
I meant bites ears, I'll kick a runt
Like an NFL punt, hail Mary, holyfield
Jesus took the wheel
And crashed into a church
Even the pastors hurt
I'm clearing the freaking room
When I'm spitting fire
My mouth moves like zoom
Quicksilver, the flash
Gave you a panic attack
Jack jack, dash
The Incredibles
I'm unfadeable
You're unreliable, unrelatable
I can be related to
Screwing beats up like they wrote my name out they will
Smith Imma slap ya
Til ya feel dapper
Bullying Mr rock
When In reality you wanna stiff his jock
Strap, Easy to be drunk when it's hard to be sober
Mr charlie scene shouts this from his stolen leased Rover
Hell I'm talking bout, spotlight back on me
Rap til I'm old, what else would I be
Take you to the kum and go
Buy you a drink so cold
Punch you in the chest, make yo shoulders fold, yo
I'mma show you
Why the entire world says you're a two
You're a tool, too
And you're a dime a dozen
Reminds me back when the dirty dozen
Sexxed yo Mama's cousin
Imma mame you, runt
Give you forced blunt
Trauma, mama
Damalama I gotta lot of
Medulla oblongatas
In my basement, call me dahmer
Mamed yo mama
Then fed her body to your dada
Crashing yo mama's tacoma
I call that milf Medusa
I look at her and then I'm rock hard
Spilt your atoms, and then reduce ya
To a teeny weeny piece a lard
Screw all the floral shit, throw that shit on the floor
Get up girl, get the hell out the door
I'm gonna tell the world how you're a 99 cent whore
What are you getting mad at me for
I don't give a damn if I offend you
Because your complaining has offended me too

Waaaiiiittttt
Hi there, my friend
Now this is the end
How do you marry men
And then say they useless that's just bien
Good, I grew up in the hood
Giving ladies wood
You wanna fight me? I I'll become your male ant, like rudd, I'm rude
I could, would, and should, sex you
lemme tell you who I've ran through
Like a train, let's speed this shit up- WOOO
Who's that hoe, who thot
She could blow, me like a bebop
Cowboy robot
I'm a coroner, Worth a quarter of
A porterhouse, Eating the corner fat
Like a quarterback, forty mags
Going off the tracks, underground railroad
I blew my load, In a hoe, man I know
I talk psycho, minds a cyclone
All over the place, 4 door, porché
With a .44, busting down a corridor
I'm acting disorderly
Bore me please
Whore, you're noir
I'm not crazy nor
A dingbat in the sack
Drive a Cadillac, with my Jack
Your girl fawns over me
You're a pawn, let me see
What should I say about your mom
Today, I will say, your mom is gay
Dayyyyyyyyyum
Sorry about that
My rhyme schemes are wack
Because I hit your girl from the back
In the back of my lac, and she sucked my sack
I yelled fack, and chopped her head off with an axe
Head was so amazing it was almost as good as Zacks b
I feel like I'm morphing
Into a whore who's doped off the morphine
Off the Codeine, so close to ODing
So much on my mind I cut myself with my Bowie
I'm going, insane with stuff inside my
Cranium it's racing, things tend to get racey
These racists, can drink piss, straight from Gacy
I feel like, all I do is write, day and night
In a constant fight for my life
I look Comatose from my overdose
The quantity, of pawns I need
I flawlessly, and falsely
My balls they be, following me
Ladies fawn for me
Fallin for me, Involuntarily
Star of porn I be, hornyly
Destroying these, forty three
Year old holes and they
Don't know I'm a fo sho
Low dow hoe
Hopefully, I don't need
Bail or bond, you're so far up on
My nuts call you gold bond
Remember babes, I'm a fave
Of plenty ladies, they in my Mercedes
I be forsaking, low low faking
Waken waken eggs and bacon
I'm a fighter, I burn out like a lighter
And burn up my lighter money
These ladies call me honey

But you... you can call me anytime, baby
Haha

Written by:
Gideon Clas

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