rappoor - Mister Linguistic Ballistics
From "Summer of Ill Intent," my first EP! This song went through a lot of changes, originally being a Tom MacDonald dis track. However, I realized that the beat had to much potential to be wasted solely on dissing that dummy so here is Mister Linguistic Ballistics! Lyrics below:
I got the Vocabulistics,
Mister linguistic ballistics
Trickier dick than Richard Nixon,
Pissed off anti-rich bard misfit
Yeah this shit go hard, don’t it
They say yer boy got bars, Golden
Stay PonyBoy, no beholden
But I be holden you with my Ocean
Eyes, uh why? Must I be into guys?
Could you be gay? Not for your own sake but for mine?
Billie Eilish I vibe, I wish my voice was as sublime
See you get it too, but like from the opposite side
Alright, so where do I go from here?
To which venue will I steer
What’s on the menu, my dear
I don’t know I can’t hear
But can you not see, the Nazi living down the
Street Literally hunting, People like me blaming
Kevin Spacey Say-ing he, represents how us gays be
Like Jeeze-Louize, I guess Nazi’s are all freaks based on the examples I’ve seen
I don’t believe everything I read, so freeze, peer review ‘n come back to me
Now this I’ll see statistically how history will leave you blistering you facistiscally Prickly D
Thought I’d give ya little time to breath
Cuz too many Rhymes you’ll start to seize
Epilepsy ain’t pretty to see so how can I safely intervene?
Help out, should I yell out
Get down low to the ground and treat they head like a crown
Use whatever I found or have got a-round, to protect it from concussive p-pounds
The chance they may drown, and of course unpleasant percussive s-s-s-sounds
“Like your voice, ” Ow! Ooo Tough Crowd
Oh wow! Like I’m really scuffed now.
Think that somehow I’m clownin’ around
But now, I mean no,
Ah goddammit ah fuck bro
See-see, look
I swear I
Only fuck up when I’m tryna be serious
If you’re acting stuck up then you are kinda delirious
I’m gonna up chuck like so fast and so furious
That I’m gon rupture a gut bleeding out my my ass like a period
Are-are ya hearin’ it, if so go throw a cheerin’ fit
I ain’t slow, no bro, homo knows how to keep ya curious
No homo, meant tho, I don’t like you fuckin’ either bitch
You blow and I know too much sex’ll make yer fuckin’ peter itch
Suckin’ tweaker dick bound to make you cumin’ on weaker hits
Crumblin’ fecal shit, in yer bong so you can really feel shit
So-So long to the reality where you’re a causality of parents
Stickin’ there Dicks in Vagina’s makin’ somein’ like banana splits
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Do ya want a ritz
Like I mean a cracker
Cuz you ain’t know exactly what it is that Poly is after
Holly Jolly, I’m so filled with laughter
Funniest Gauffer, Honiest Bastard
See I’m the Nuttiest, Studiest, Studliest
Cuddliest, Buddiest, Chummiest Rapper
It’s bubbly I’m after, It’s booty’s with ass hair
Bring it all back here, Gimme all that there
Gimme all that too, I want a tattoo
Wanna be jacked true, wanna be a snack too
All of these frat dudes, it ain’t a fad who
Went and said that when that ain’t a fact true
Bitch who you think asked you?
Chirpin in like yer name was Zazu
Yer slurpin’ on dick and ass too
Basically burpin’ out loads of ejac-u
Lit, Spit, that shit,
Out like it Was a candle wick,
I’m gonna hit, this dick, if he speaks again without warnin’
Cuz I’m sick of him, Macdonald’s ain’t Michelin
Can’t stand heat, get out the kitchen then
Dumb man I’ll beat, you fowl like Mc-chickenen
You are in the bin, already a has-bin
More left in the past than Vladimir Lenin is
I’d be impressed by yer ass if you knew who him is,
You’d a major in business, if college had let you in
But they didn’t why your knowledge so limited
Only like slim in that your villain-ious
Yer more secondary than Krillin’ is
Yer as legendary as Doc Phil’s Lil bitch
Yer as scary as Jerry’s whiny pill hole pitch
I’m Scarier than Terry cuz Imma kill you bitch
If you sick, I’m like vicks, cuz I’ll cure that shit
Just one whiff of my dick acts like medicine
I’m fed up again, ready to go for a second spin
But this deed is dead, as in fin