Raising hell with: Muse - Hate This & I'll Love You
I feel like rapping an Angry Post. I'm not sure who told me this, but apparently, rapping is supposed to make you feel better. Something about releasing all those suppressed emotions by rambling away rhymes like an idiot. It's uhhh, Synchronized Crapping.
I'd hate rap normally, but let me just give this a try.
Ripped the first part from My Wife and Kids yo~
Yo.Yo.Yo.Yo.
[This is for ma dyslexic homies out there. YOU DIG?!]
oy oy oy oy
Sitting' here at 23.14, rapping at my black shiny screen
the words, they be comin' out,
like you know what I mean [I don't know how to makes a sentence with a word that rhymes with screen at this point, like bean]
No you don't, HOMIE,
Cos' you ain't got swagga like Add Maths students
We kick em to the curb and they run like rodents [WAIT WHUT?]
Edooocation just started and I'mma gettin' bored
Fer real, man it's like OH MA GOD
From x squared minus 4t
We learn bout BSN and the LHT [LHT is this]
No, we don't got any bling,
[The only thing] we down with's Selangor's 31st king [Utter bullcrap, I don't think they have a 31st King]
You think we kidding?
No we don't roll that way, hon'
Homework just stacks up from Friday to Mon.
My room ain't got no more room
Hell, I even had to throw out my flippin' shrooms [WELL I CAN'T SAY BROOM RIGHT??]
From Monday to Sunday,
you think we free? Lemme break it down to you breadcrumb to wheat seed
Monday MALAY.
Tuesday KARATE [LIES :D]
Wednesday MATHS
Thursday RUN THE TRACKS
Friday we be PRAISIN'
Saturday I be PRAYIN'
Sunday? Ma priest be NAGGIN'
I'm stressing O to tha U to that damn bloody T
I'm stressing to the point of INSANITY
We up to DA point of breakdown-ing
And being grammatically revolting
All they want is A plus plus plus but all we havetta offer is our brains' rust rust rust
Yo.Yo.Yo.Yo.
[This is for ma dyslexic homies out there. YOU DIG?!]
oy oy oy oy
Sitting' here at 23.14, rapping at my black shiny screen
the words, they be comin' out,
like you know what I mean [I don't know how to makes a sentence with a word that rhymes with screen at this point, like bean]
No you don't, HOMIE,
Cos' you ain't got swagga like Add Maths students
We kick em to the curb and they run like rodents [WAIT WHUT?]
Edooocation just started and I'mma gettin' bored
Fer real, man it's like OH MA GOD
From x squared minus 4t
We learn bout BSN and the LHT [LHT is this]
No, we don't got any bling,
[The only thing] we down with's Selangor's 31st king [Utter bullcrap, I don't think they have a 31st King]
You think we kidding?
No we don't roll that way, hon'
Homework just stacks up from Friday to Mon.
My room ain't got no more room
Hell, I even had to throw out my flippin' shrooms [WELL I CAN'T SAY BROOM RIGHT??]
[Cut to YVGA Song]
From Monday to Sunday,
you think we free? Lemme break it down to you breadcrumb to wheat seed
Monday MALAY.
Tuesday KARATE [LIES :D]
Wednesday MATHS
Thursday RUN THE TRACKS
Friday we be PRAISIN'
Saturday I be PRAYIN'
Sunday? Ma priest be NAGGIN'
[cue pseudo-awesome beat]
Ezz : Dude I totally slept through my Sunday school.
Shan : WHAT REALLY?
Ezz : Yeah. I doodled in ma book. Wrote the YVGA song
Shan : ...
Ezz :...shiet. I PASSED UP MY BOOK. DIE LOR DID I SWEAR??!
Shan : WHAT REALLY?
Ezz : Yeah. I doodled in ma book. Wrote the YVGA song
Shan : ...
Ezz :...shiet. I PASSED UP MY BOOK. DIE LOR DID I SWEAR??!
I'm stressing O to tha U to that damn bloody T
I'm stressing to the point of INSANITY
We up to DA point of breakdown-ing
And being grammatically revolting
All they want is A plus plus plus but all we havetta offer is our brains' rust rust rust
-End-
Epik fail on my part, but I feel somewhat relieved after writing that. It's a moronic rap and I can't possibly imagine who'd wanna rap it but epik lolcopter, I had fun. I even have this HUGE un-erasable grin on my face right now
Off to Chem.
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