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| | - The Whole Fucking Album, NiggaWell, I don't plan on bringing this Xanga back, just a few entrys for the Crooklyn Crew, my rap group consisting of:
The Crooklyn Crew
Le Bronx (Me)
Sean Cahn
MC Racy Rogers
Scarecrow
T-Bag
Mu-Suds
C~Town Junk
and our towel boy and agent, Swinkee.
And here are a few songs just released from The Crooklyn Crew album, "Crookin With You"
The first is a diss song called, "God Loves Ugly" with Le Bronx and Sean Cahn.
Le Bronx:
Aight let me drop this **** to clear it up now
***, your faces are ugly, take a ****ing bow
Sniff, sniff, shut up, I smell bacon, ****ing sow
I smell pussy, and that’s a fact
And it’s comin’ from you bitch, to be exact.
If God really loved ugly, if that was true
Well you ****ing bitches, he’d hold no one above you!
I let you ****ing pick the date because it doesn't matter
You ain't gonna win then, now, or in the hereafter
Man when I swing at people they roll and they rave
Stax and Kijin tried to rap back but I busted those knaves
Bitches just give up rapping to me, please just stop and behave
Because every line you drop makes Tupac roll in his grave
Sean Cahn:
Yo bitches in the Gutter, you got a scuzz bottle on yo neck cause of my back itch!
I got people bitchin and whinin’ about a “true zombie apocalypse”
Well my friend Mr. Ecualyptus man says, “YOU CAN LICK THIS!”
And Necro I'm sick of you starting a zombie preparation nation,
Cause everyone knows they'll be safe and sound with the ****ing Zulu nation
Sean Cahn and Le Bronx spittin rhymes like a dirty ass Asian
Le Bronx:
Damn right bitches, we’re the crooks on the street
The Crooklyn Beat, comin’ in for fun fights
Running this **** like cops run red lights
This goes out to all the haters, tried and true
Because when yo momma said “God loves ugly”
She lied to you.
Sean Cahn:
Yeah! Oh snap,
I got a baby bottle pop on Deceit’s nipple ring!
Can’t fight that! Oh snap!
Like spicy balls off Kijin’s mother’s vagina
I’ll get you straight outta Crooklyn like Mike Ditka on an air flight to China!
Le Bronx:
Damn Necro,
Your talk is laggin, you gotta get faster
Like yo 56K when you DL pics of fat bastards
Lookin at their boobies saggin'
Yeah bitch, it's o-b-v you're a ***-fapper
You're not real see, just a drag-rapper!
Sean Cahn
Yo! I better autocombust this four wheeler
Cuz if I miss school, I’ma kill mah drug dealer!
Kill hill a grim steeple, cause
I feel the wrath of Jesus when I **** on all these people
You bitches better know
I be like "ooo-e, chew-e"
My **** is all brown on em, and so goo-e
I hate rappers that go “bling bling”!
Cuz last time I checked, KING CAHN RIPPED OUT YA MOTHA’S NOSE RING!
Le Bronx:
Damn right bitches, we’re the crooks on the street
The Crooklyn Beat, comin’ in for fun fights
Running this **** like cops run red lights
This goes out to all the haters, tried and true
Because when yo momma said “God loves ugly”
She lied to you.
Sean Cahn:
I feel as if my algebra teacher was something of a ****,
Cuz every time I see her with a new guy they be ****ing in the bathroom stalls of Pizza hut
**** the zombie thread, I'd rather beat off to the Wilmstead act while cutting off my head!
Pieces of **** that think they be cool, spewin’ out lies about some gay thread
Well news flash mother****er, Katrina was real
And a lot a’ people are dead.
Le Bronx:
Dead like Necro's gonna be
Awww, **** Necro, **** your candy clique
You've got as much cred in the street as Andy Dick
Which means you ain't ****, and therefore son
You better back off before we rip you a new one
Sean Cahn:
I feel as if my algebra teacher was something of a ****,
Cuz every time I see her with a new guy they be ****ing in the bathroom stalls of Pizza hut
And I am bad man, bitch Necro calling me a stoner? It ain’t my fault!
I'd rather be a that then jacking off to the comp from pics of Lee Harvey Oswald!
Le Bronx:
You bitches can’t be serious, runnin’ the zombie thread
The last thing you’ve got ta fear is the undead
Because when we ride on you tonight
You’ll be way more than undead to fight the fight
And the **** you dropped can’t be unsaid
So flinch from the light
Because it’s red and aimed at your head
My ****in’ laser sight.
Sean Cahn:
**** that all this zombie bull****, I've had enough of it, Necro’s ass bitchin' and whining
Hear Deceit, bitching and crying,
And newbies like Petear Griffin trolling and dying
Bitch please, cartwheels the **** and I be with the high rollers flying
The zombie thread was a ****ing joke, heck it’s such a joke that most
of the time I'd go to that thread when I was stoned and toked!
Le Bronx:
****! Me too, Le Bronx, I don’t take this **** seriously
I’m just waitin’ for someone to step up so I can waste the bitch furiously.
Man, we bust through this **** max lithe
Suckin’ really must be your last life
You’ve got as much chance to take me down, man
As TRM has a chance to get back from Gutterban
Sean Cahn:
And what the **** did I ever do in the Gutter?
Jealous that I had some nice love makin’ with Stax’s sexy mother?
I’m out, SEAN CAHN AND LE BROX FOR LIFE
CROOKLYN IN THE HOUSE
MY MAN LE BRONX IN THE HOUSE
JET ROCK IS IN THE MOTHER****ING HOUSE!
Splendid, no? Well, here is our next song, yet another diss song, except this one featuring most of the group. "Crooklyn Club", Sean Cahn and Le Bronx featuring T-Bag, MC Racy Rogers and Scarecrow.
Le Bronx:
Aight, let's bump this ****, I'm ready to start
To all you mother****ing haters, hands on your hearts
And recite your creed, like your momma taught you to,
"I'm a bitch and I'ma loose like old prostitutes"
And you motha****as are just like Wheepinbells
Droopin over while you're in the Gutter suckin' off Bel
You can't do ****, and I suppose
That you eat out of a trashcan and shop at Lowe's
And why everyone gotta blame Runnin' Man?
You're all 'bout as sane as James Traficant.
Sean Cahn:
Yeah! I feel so guilty about last year missin the ****in prom,
Hopefully I'll get off my ass and ring a bell to Stax's mom
People think cause I smoke there are a lot of things I’m not able to do,
Well I'll tell ya this I'm rough in the bed and when I’m assraping Stax’s mom I’ll bend her down and a doo doo!
Yo nigga I like Beef easy,
'specially smellin the bacon cooking from mah man Stevie
Le Bronx:
But let's clear it up, I ain't got no beef with Stax, Necro or Kijin
They've got as much beef as the Hindu religion
Which means they don't want it, they're scared of the rich flow
Especially Necro, but I'd **** his bitch though
Scarecrow, T-Bag, all my niggers,
We getting stronger and stronger, risin' like thermometers!
Sean Cahn:
I feel so pity, that I gotza here stupid **** like fitty,
Make me wanna get wet dreams of my best friends mama cause she smells ****ty
And I got news for you Buckleberry, ya momz alright but her tits are hairy!
Le Bronx:
Dude, Scarecrow's on our crew, Cahn! Hello!
Aim your sights at the people who're bitches like Twomz and Necro!
Sean Cahn:
But they are hairy! Damn!
Yo, T-Bag, Scarecrow, Bronx, and Dan, say hello the next Runnin’ Man
Nigga step back before get a reetoe
Cuz me and Megaman smoke this bong like a burrito
Scarecrow:
Cahn, cmon man, why you gotta **** wit me?
I'm Crooklyn born, Crooklyn raised, **** is easy to see
Scarecrow walkin, scarecrow talkin,
Shotty in hand, got a scarecrow stalkin.
See him in the street, you know he's packin heat,
Get to steppin back or the reaper you will meet
Skinny as a bone, standing six foot four,
Crossin scarecrow is like knockin on death's door.
Kickin ass and spitting ****, scarecrow don't give a damn.
He'll take your bitch head off with a verbal battering ram
Le Bronx:
Ya'll bitches need to observe and then learn and then follow,
All you know how to do right now is swallow
If you can take cum then you can learn our rules
One, Never **** wit da Crooklyn Crew
Two, Surrender and take it when our guns are cookin' you
Three, you can't step to me
Four, I'll shoot you down once you step through my door and rap all the bitches you adore.
And the last rule of Crooklyn Club is you don't badtalk about Crooklyn Club
Because if you badtalk about Crooklyn Club,
That’s the last whine you’ll do
My slugs reachin’ out and separating your spine from you
T-Bag:
Ok right here is the T of the Crooklyn Crew
I do what I want so I'm gonna mess with you
So you better get ready
Get set
Cause if not they'll find your body on the doorstep
Cause we the best mother****er
And all of you know it
Straight outta Crooklyn, and I'm gonna show it
Sean Cahn:
You wanna battle bitches?
Show me yours and I'll show you mine,
But nigga I gotta warn you, **** with Cahn and you'll face my tech nine
Things like **** bitches, basket, I ain’t too fond,
But I'd totally gaz that Canadian bitch Celine Dion!
And all you lawyers haunting on Cahn, ready to sue?
Bitch I got members that'll **** you up, they be from the Crooklyn Crew
Le Bronx:
And I ain't got no ‘spect fo, the bitches who support the **** but
can't rep flows, because their weak and want to beat me up like Necro
Man, you can't feel our ****, clown jokers,
You blow high in the air like pot smokers,
I'm so ****ing fresh in your morning next to your corpse, like hot Foldgers
The best part of waking up is Le Bronx ****ing you niggaz up with a cup of CLAP,
My .45 aimed, tight in my grasp
And Necro, guess we all know why you got blood on your dick
You can only **** dead chicks, hoping she kills herself, your bitch?
Now I get how you got your name, see, "Necro"
Well, at least you don't touch little girls and dogs like GPyro
Sean Cahn:
Yeah! I hate all the mods, especially Senori,
I wish they'd all ****in die in all the blood guts and glory
And though I'm pathetic when in down in low layers,
I'm glad I'm not that ****ing ***got Kijin who likes to make out with male cosplayers
Le Bronx:
Ya'll bitches need to observe and then learn and then follow,
All you know how to do right now is swallow
If you can take cum then you can learn our rules
One, Never **** wit da Crooklyn Crew
Two, Surrender and take it when our guns are cookin' you
Three, you can't step to me
Four, I'll shoot you down once you step through my door and rap all the bitches you adore.
And the last rule of Crooklyn Club is you don't badtalk about Crooklyn Club
Because if you badtalk about Crooklyn Club,
That’s the last whine you’ll do
My slugs reachin’ out and separating your spine from you...
Racy Rogers, hit 'em up true!
MC Racy Rogers:
Necro, you think your heart is straight up cold,
Well I guess thats a reasonable excuse for your one inch pole,
Now your embarassed, go burry yourself like a mole,
Come out a few months later to see if its still cold,
You see your shadow and dive back in your hole,
Ahhh now your feeling the heat from my rhymes that act like buring coals,
Making you dance, shudder, and squirm,
Look at you, you ugly little worm,
You couldn't get a girl if you were playing spin the bottle and it was your turn,
I can't believe you dog- what a waste of sperm
Sean Cahn:
I'm the numba one docta of the bomb dick!
They all know me as the O-P-I-U-M of thuganomics
I feel ignited when I light up my spliff,
Well twenty four ain’t passed five so I ain’t on a jiffy-jiff
And stop bitching n pitying me,
I'll cook ya like has browns with my flavored girl Darci
I got a beat down on you like a shinin’ star,
Blast yo grandparents up while eating a granola bar
Le Bronx:
And we don't give a **** who you are,
We'll **** up yo momma, yo girl and steal yo car
We burn yo vermin asses, spin you bitches backwards
While you whine and scream like your opinion matters.
So spurn your virgin clashes
Because we've been burning this **** since '02, what it DO, motha****as!
Sean Cahn:
I'm out like like stoned cold on cat cut with a cringle!
Like Pretzel outta space, I'm a blast yo tire nation with my mulecular PHASE
It’s over, Done with I'm finished with this song,
Sean Cahn and Le Bronx gonna blast you like a gravity bong
CROOKYLN REPRESENT, ZULU NATION, LE BRONX in the house,
O-P-I-U-M Thuganomics in the house!
And finally, the latest song released, a remix by producer and leader
of the Crooklyn Crew, Le Bronx, of the classic Crooklyn Crew song
"Persian Bread" with new verses by Le Bronx himself. It's called
"Persian Bread; Zulu Nation Remix". Check it out, fresh off the waffle
iron.
Le Bronx:
This is the remix, check out our new kicks we spit
****ers still use Unix, you’re Micro; Soft bitches!
We’ve got a Bill Gates monopoly on the rap game
And they refill skulls really sloppily when we blast brains
And we’ve got new **** to spit about right now
Persian bread remix with Katrina and Rita, bitch sows
Assrape Texas, well that’s alright
But **** up bare breasts and ****, that’s a fight
Because New Orleans was the ****, that’s true
Where you could find whores, Frenchmen, and beef stew
But now it’s all gone, their time is through
To tell you the truth,
I’d rather survive and let them kill you
And it’s with that mentality the country’s ruled
God bless America!
Where we ignore missing niggaz
But run after lost white girls named Erica!
Sean Cahn:
What’s goin' on the world today Bronx?
We got nothing but seeing kills and hate...
We got a bunch dickless losers who won’t do **** and debate
Le Bronx:
And the country ain't safer under this president,
I swear yesterday I was at LAX and it was evident that their protection wasn't fit,
Lettin' all the Arabs get on planes with ****. Box cutters, gats, Uzis
and thirty nines, Explosives, tazers, and mother****in' knives!
The types of things that make ya' wanna run for ya goddamn lives!
Sean Cahn:
It’s a pity but a pit nigga...we got rich Jews sayin **** to beggars...
Beggars bein’ beggars while choosers bein' choosers,
While we got dikes doin’ what they want…Losers.
It’s a pity but pit we gotta see dumb **** go down in U.S of A
Cuz the whole world knows San Francisco is ****ed with all these blacks and gays!
Le Bronx:
Yeah, we the people in order to form a more perfect union
Kick ****ing Bush out, get moving!
Ensure domestic tranquility!
Provide for the common defense
Hence shoot you in the head if you welch on debts
And **** up your bitch’s pussy!
Cut off your ****ing arms
If you survive you must have a lucky charm
See? Americans aren’t violent at all
And if you say they are, I’ll cut off you balls!
Sean Cahn:
Yo I hope we, do somethin’ to learn!
Cuz if you don’t do something in the next five minutes Bush is gonna burn!
Le Bronx:
And when a nigga gonna get a chance?
The Man just bringin’ down his hopes and spittin’ on his Vans!
Hell no wigga, blacks will get a president before women, hella quicker!
Sean Cahn:
Yo I'll ****in' rape Bush on the walls!
Take out a loaded pistol and shoot off his balls!
Show him what it means to be the law!
Show him how to take care of yo stitches!
Show him who the ****in’ bitch is!
Show him if his back itches
Me and the rest of the niggas in Compton be the snitches!
And while we bein' snitches me and Larry know who Bush’s bitch is!
It’s John Kerry, you listenin’?
Cuz me and Bronx gotta go piss on yo Mrs. the way Monica did it with R. Kelly
And that bitch Kerry be a ****in' liar.
I be killin' his son and lighten him up wit ma lighter!
Settin’ that bitch on fire!
Seein’ how the rain falls he be put out of his misery quicker!
And then cleanin’ his dead carcass up with Quilter the quicker picker upper!
Le Bronx:
And Bill O’Reilly, don’t be snide mother****er!
The hole I’ll leave in your chest is gonna be wide mother****er!
Ah, don’t act like you don’t know!
You **** with rap pimps
They gonna carry you limp out the back door
Fair and balanced, ****ed, drop the ballast
Your **** is screwed and chopped
Like Paul Wall records playing, the ones you cop
You’re ****ed you know
Cuz the heat to your head’ll be like jalapeños
Ya'll niggas think I'm gonna back down
When ya'll come in my hood with a thirty three now?
Hell no siree, wrong MC, I'll take out my shotgun and start World War Three!
Sean Cahn:
And yo, I may be a chronic masturbater
But that’s ****ed up how Bush got in to Harvard for suckin' the dick of
the administrator! And old people Part of the World War Three.
That’s gay since Bush's dad be humpin' a tree!
And **** the racists of race...Bush is a fake ass ****, and a **** face!
Le Bronx:
Yeah, **** the system, **** the man
Watch Dick Cheney **** Bush up his mother****in' can!
Or don't watch it, I warned ya, this type of **** will make you vomit and keel ovah!
Sean Cahn:
Yo Bush ain’t doin’ good and fittin’
At least we had a decent president which was Clinton...
Yo he wasn’t very good to choose and pick
But hey, at least he got Monica Lewinsky to SUCK-HIS-DICK!
Hell! My tooth be so sore seeing how Bush is talkin’ smack on Michael Moore
The guy most nerds thinks he’s cool...The one who made Bush look like a fool!
Le Bronx:
All these lame ass 'Publicans tell us to do ****,
**** that D.C. bull**** when politricktians are getting their damn dicks licked!
You think Lewinski was the deepest they could go?
Well surprise nigga, what if I said Bush is China’s good ho?
And that we’re all ****ed over now and tomorrow?
****, we’d better get moving forward
Party like its six years ago
And we’re not losing a sore war
Sean Cahn:
And forget sex! What about LA-Ex!?
I heard there’s too much fussin’ and cussin’ down there! Yo Bronx weren’t you there?
Le Bronx:
**** yeah I was there, swing mah arms in the air, screamin', 'Back off yo mother****ing gay ass carebears'!
And the niggas just paused, starin' at my ****
Lookin' like they wanna rumble when all they wanna do is suck dick!
Sean Cahn: Eatin' Persian bread, Eatin Persian bread!
Le Bronx: While mother****ers in Iraq get shot dead!
Sean Cahn: Eatin' Persian bread, I'm eatin’ Persian bread!
Le Bronx: Don't listen to the **** that ***got Bush says!
Sean Cahn: Eatin' Persian bread, Eatin Persian bread!
Le Bronx: While our boys in Afghanistan get painted red!
Sean Cahn: Eatin' Persian bread, I'm eatin’ Persian bread!
Le Bronx: Don't listen to the **** that ***got Bush says!
Le Bronx:
And I don't feel this homeland security ****, with the FBI and CIA bein' unfit to get real data,
Crazed highschoolers with vendettas
Nerds getting their parent's guns and goin berserk,
Pointin' a Mac point-blank at yo head and sayin', "Nigga dis gonna hurt!"
Sean Cahn:
And what about highschooler punks, bitches and ****?
They think just cause the rest of the crowd smokes doobies and points guns means he ain’t fit?
Fit? **** this ****! This is the **** I bring to you, so listen!
I'm goin up to my home homeboys and say wazzup…
All I hear is how Bush got things ****ed up.
And while things are ****ed up I be at the 7-Eleven
Hearin’ **** 'bout what happened on 9-11!! You hear ‘bout 9-11, Bronx?
Le Bronx:
**** I hear about it, heard about it, while Republicans still mouth about it,
Move on you mother****in’ ****ing bitches,
It’s just a tool for fascists talkin’ dickless
Who can’t even understand, their life is so good
Can’t ****in’ understand life in the hood
Sean Cahn:
Yo, my girl Beth be tellin’ me how the terrorist cause her grandmothers death on 9 11
I say, ‘Honey not even we can be saved by these slurpees on da 7-11’..
Talkin’ bout 7-11 make me wanna get a M4 and put out the reverend!
**** the reverend...I see bitches go pick and pick
Take out ma pistol and click, click!
Le Bronx:
You out of bullets nigga? Hurry, get some
So these ****in’ crazy bitches can let loose and run
7-11, be full of crazed niggas with turbans and for certain,
Arabs, Indians, and crazed hairy bitches,
The type who take out AKs and put yo body in stitches!
At least according to the FBI
I wonder why we gotta be cushed in such a state of fear
So Bush can afford to buy a Lear?
Sean Cahn:
And yo, what’s with this "Good nation"
If it’s a good nation why we got child molesters on probation?
A nation of probation seein’ a chronic masturbator vote count as a sin-sation?
BULL ****! I gave yo mama three dollar and 75 cents!"
Le Bronx:
And speakin' of cents, that's all the niggas in the hood can get, no jewels, no Ferrari
No ice at all, you goddamn mother****in’ rich white Nazis!
Sean Cahn: Eatin' Persian bread, Eatin Persian bread!
Le Bronx: While dumbass rappers overdoes on street cred!
Sean Cahn: Eatin' Persian bread, I'm eatin’ Persian bread!
Le Bronx: Don't listen to the **** that ***got Bush says!
Sean Cahn: Eatin' Persian bread, Eatin Persian bread!
Le Bronx: While all these old crazy bitches can’t afford their meds!
Sean Cahn: Eatin' Persian bread, I'm eatin’ Persian bread!
Le Bronx: Don't listen to the **** that ***got Bush says!
Le Bronx:
Yo, I pledge allegiance to the mother****in flag, to the little red, white, and blue rag.
God bless America? That don't mean ****
When the sad ****in’ truth is God don't exist!"
Sean Cahn:
Woah, God doesn’t exist? I thought that **** was made up on da Exorcist?
What the **** Le Bronx, don’t be sayin’ ****ed up **** like dat...
Dat ain't cool nigga that’s just plain WACK!
Le Bronx:
Don't tell me it's whack, you **** of sack!
Sack of ****, **** of sack, I don't listen to my own **** to see if its whack
I just spit it true, spit it out, spit it free, word of mouth
You now the Almighty isn't real, if He was then babies wouldn't die or get killed,
If He was then poorass niggas would get cash,
If He was then we wouldn't have to listen to mother****in’ Bush's ass!
Sean Cahn:
And all these guys think they so good to their ladies
Then why we got ****in ladies blamin’ black people for kill there ****in babies
When it’s really the lady we gotta pity fo being so sick and ****ty it ain’t even funny!
Le Bronx:
Ya chicks all around be getting abortions, be suckin' off their
brothers, be ****in horses. The **** today is sick, social morality
bein' crushed in America's mosh pit!
And you may think all I spit is diss and angry ****,
Shoutin’ anarchy like Sacco and Vanzetti and roarin’ like a warrior,
Sent from heaven, since 9/11 I've been watchin' out for Arabs like they were plague rats!
“A-Rabs, B-Rabs, C-Rabs, D-Rabs”, racial slurs jumpin ‘around,
Once a wigga comes into my town, shoutin at Jews,
Shoutin at Nazis, shoutin at ***s dressed like Liberace!
So we give him mercy and tell him watch his manners
As he falls onto his back, blood splatter
Sean Cahn:
Man I hate it when the news and there be someone stealin’ a van
And perpetrator bein’ a black man...That ain’t cool...
Specially if uze a white guy sippin’ in a pool,
Shreddin’ **** like a mother****in’ tool!
I tool you wigga! Old school you snikka!!
Shicka da bicka be da choose picka!
Ya dumbass mother****in’ trickass niggas
Le Bronx:
And there's even worse **** bouncin’ on the television,
Bush slammin' round Iraq not even lookin’ for Bin Laden!
Well ****, ain't he the nigga who headed the 9/11 attack,
Talkin’ about Saddam when you should be talkin’ ‘bout that Arab!
So stay fab and worried
Because when the nation catches up
You’re gonna have ta mad hurry
And come up with more lies
I mean, I just need the truth bitches
I’ll try to act civilized
But civilization's in danger
Cuz Bush don't give a **** about the Black Ranger!
Sean Cahn:
Yo Bush ain’t the pity to pit!
He’s just the cracka who ain’t doin’ ****,
Makin’ things up, seein’ he’s all ready ****ed up.
Knowin’ he wants accusations to tell,
Knowin’ the whole worlds gone down ta hell,
No really who’s gonna show and tell? Well?!
Le Bronx:
Hell no nigga, I'll testify against him quicker
Quicker than Sean Cahn can say the word "jigga”
Sean Cahn:
Jigga! Nigga! I justify what ya’ll gotta say, why?
Cause I would die for my country to tell and well...NOT!
Nigga, this country is gone down to hell already! Ready Freddy?!
Ready Teddy and Ted?
Bush gonna send a missile and we’ll all end up dead!
Le Bronx:
Yeh, I ain't gonna get drafted for the US of A,
I ain't gonna go to the front lines and get capped by an Iraqi, that **** is gay!
And I ain’t no saccharine sack of pacifist **** anyway
I just don’t give a **** about Bush’s agenda
Aim my gun at your head and open it up like a credenza.
Sean Cahn:
Now that we’re dead that’s pretty much said;
We better take a nip and tuck
Cuz with Bush as our president I already know were ****ED! U.S of A?
More like U.S of Hate, is what me and ma nigga Nate would say
Le Bronx:
Oh, yo nigga Nate? The one that ****ed Kate?
He got shipped off to Baghdad to get his head blasted off, ain't that mad sad?
Well it would be if I gave a flying ****
But Poppa T.V.’s got my mind numb and out of luck
Sean Cahn:
You know what’s sad?! What really makes me mad?!
Is how all these niggas who have no daddy,
Who scream while getting beheaded by an Iraqi, but no!
Phew....The one I didn’t feel sorry for happen ta be a Jew.
And all these beheading on the net we pick....are some of these people weird?
Or just plain sick!?
Le Bronx:
Well I guess Jews are ok, except that ***got Lieberman,
The dumbass Democrat with a heart of glass or fool's gold
So ugly, boring, and so damn old!
If he’s got a problem with GTA
I’ll show him what the game taught me
Shoot him in the head, smoke weed, and shout out, “YAHTZEE!”
Sean Cahn:
Oh yeah it’s OK and hardy har har!
Let’s see what happens when I bring my shotgun and disrupt the political party
Le Bronx:
Which political party? The Republocrats or Democans?
They're so much alike I wanna throw 'em all in Fallujah,
Watch 'em all got blown up while I shout, ‘Told ya!’"
Sean Cahn:
And what’s with this nation of gay Administration?
And why isn’t this organization fixing on having a better proclamation?
And why we gotta government sending **** on our on terms?
Is it to see the loved lives of few be sitting in there corpses getting rotten with worms?
Le Bronx:
Speaking of Iraq, this **** is tired
Everyone shushing my mouth
“Don’t say this is even a little mire”
But it is Vietnam, and I’ll say it true
Except instead of commies
Face it boo
We have Muslims to kill now
And plenty of tombs
With bombs flyin’ everywhere, it’s fun in the sun
People scattering, runnin’ for guns
And people livin’ in **** stables
The whole world is ****ed
The universe is unable.
Sean Cahn:
Unable!
It’s stable is what I hear in Iraq and Iran
**** them both it’s the same to every gayass who can’t take that!
Yo we gotta make an alliance so we can show what we know about political science.
Le Bronx:
Unable to work, unable to speak their mind to the machine,
It's like Saddam's regime has arrived
Except we got the star spangled banner, the stars and stripes
All just bull**** for us to imbibe!
Sean Cahn:
Yo! I hate these political runners and niggers...
Make me wanna crash the White House in and pull the ****in trigger!
Le Bronx:
Trigger on what? Yo gat, yo Uzi or yo nine?
**** that **** I'll take out my muther****in’ knife!
Shank you till your arms dangle off at acute angles
And your wallet drops off while I snatch it shoutin, "Thank you!"
Sean Cahn:
Our government sucks!
The Nation is ****ed!
Yo, this Bush think he’s too pity the pit
Even though he ain’t doin’ ****!
Le Bronx:
But ya gotta live on niggas, keep it reel
While bitches flap their lips and kill!
But we have hope, everyone.
Cuz these rhymes I drop are lyrically divine,
Make crazed niggas yell, "He must be da Messiah!"
But I gotta admit, I got a lot of skill (like none),
And I must admit I'm the king of da hill! (I'm done)”
Sean Cahn:
We well done…Cahn and Bronx…number one!
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