What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?

I do it once, I do it twice,

Laser weapons and ecstasy

I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it

How do I find a transgender girlfriend?

Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,

Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife

Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight

How do we greet in German, French, Spanish, and Italian?

“Money's flowin’, everything is fine, got myself a uzi and my brother a nine, business is boomin’ everything is cool, I pull about a G a week; fuck school”

Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats

Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,

Why do I have an itch in my labia, white gooey and thick discharge which doesn't have a smell but my vagina does sometimes and both me and my partner do not have STDs, what is it?

I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,

Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe

This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like

Why is America so fucked up?

Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,

Movin objects mentally

Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,

Has anyone ever made you take off your shirt?

Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,

It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”

Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,

Do flat Earthers really exist? Why do they believe the Earth is flat?

Mothership alien sorceress

Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,

Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,

How can I control my daily masturbating habit?

Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,

Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',

We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife

What can I do when I'm ugly on both outside and inside? What do I do? Cut myself off from the world to make everyones lives better? I'm a monster. I hurt feelings, and I say what was said to me. I feel like I'm nothing but a burden. What do I do?

High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,

Now bust the combustion Big Bang,

The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,

Why is Nickelback known to be a bad band?

a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,

It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you

Gangbangers that spit slang

What is your review of working in EY?

Who designed our DNA structure?

Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”

Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,

A high-resolution spectrometer that fits into smartphones - Phys.org

Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows

Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,

My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”

My stepdaughter’s mom tells her I’m not a real dance teacher, but my stepdaughter has seen me in action. Why does she still question my abilities?

My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,

“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,

I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,

Thousands of galaxies revealed in a single Webb image - Earth.com

I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,

Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose

My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,

My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries

I spit like Muhammad to Moses,

When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,

Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',

Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious

Soldier with the gas-mask

“…Sammy eagerly rode up on him, toxic off the turkey with the joint on him, Flower look his man stood up before him, The bitches hit the table, Jakeem stripped off his cables, Shots went off, Sam'd get a chance to make his debut, Flower grabbed Tiff his man with the sideburns, hat fell off, We noticed wig worms, he hid behind Rich, C-Allah hit the light switch, young girls were trampled in the men's room, Pool pistol whipped Mase and broke the handle, Desperate- crawlin to the door on all fours, Sham kicked the jukebox the theme song rode in was "It's Yours", Oh my goodness, Waz grabbed the Mo bottle thrashin’, He layin like a gay model shoutin’ out Sebastian, He smiled with his teeth missin, beggin’ for mercy ‘No more god, there’s 68 thousand down at pier three’, Out came the cannon, whistled out zaggin', Sham snatched his flag four big rocks enter the dragon, It's over, another story told, Lyin’ with the snakes, tongue kissin’ cobras, Yo let me tell you how the game go, We gettin rid of all the prostitutes, Tony want the streets back for sure! Too many hustlers, too many thieves, We're fuckin’ up who's willing to fight and teach the seeds? Too much TV, guns and robberies, Lust and greed and hate the four devils- jealousy”

I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,

My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,

But there's no dollars for nothin else,

“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face

Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you

“I brought my bitch out to Pathmark, she's pushin' the cart, Headed to aisle four, damn I got milk on my Clarks, That's what I get, not focusin' from hittin' that bark, My mouth dry, need plenty water quick, I feel like a shark, In the aisle bustin' them paper towels and wipin' my Wallies down, I stood up to face a barrel, he's holdin' a shiny pound, It's him, he want revenge, I murdered his Uncle Tim, I sold him a bag of dope, his wife came and copped again, That bitch is crazy and uh, she brought her baby, She knew I had the murders a smack, It killed her man though, now I got his fuckin' nephew grippin' his gat, You's a bitch, you better kill me, you know you're booty, You pulled your toolie out on me, motherfucker, First thought was to snatch the ratchet, Said fuck it and fuckin' grabbed it, I ducked, he bucked twice, this nigga was fuckin laughin', I wrestled him to the ground, tussled, scuffled, constantly kicked him, He wouldn't let go the joint, so I fuckin' bit him, Shots was whizzin' hittin' Clorex bottles, Customers screamin', then the faggot ran out of hollows, I had to show him what it's all about, Next day we readin’ the paper: A man who came to kill gets knocked out”

Dead astronauts, pyramids

If it ain't

Everyday I see my mother strugglin',

Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,

No smile is genuine or real,

Know your enemies

Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?

Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',

Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger

“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues

As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,

Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,

I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,

“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,

“The very next day while I'm off to class,

Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?

Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death

Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,

I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell

I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,

What does life mean without death?

Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,

With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,

would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?

- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,

Breaking you to suicidal tendencies

And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,

I never knew my life mattered”

The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,

The other one don't understand me,

Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,

I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke

Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you

I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,

“Now as an outcast I was born, wasn't warned of the harm, That would come to meet me like Met Life, but yet life done sent me through a lot of ups and downs like it ain't nothin’, Like elevators but I ain't the one that's pushin' the buttons, I got off at the 13th floor, when they told me that it wasn't one, they said it skipped from 12 to 14, Still smoking, still drinking, no I'm sittin' on the Lincoln 4 A.M. thinking that in reality the world is like a ball full of playas, We trapped off in this maze, with walls made of layers”

And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face

“You as an amateur, is outspoken, I'm lookin at your face you seem to be hopin that I, might stutter, stop, or just mess up, but everything's live that's why I don't dress up, Blastmaster KRS a synonym for fresh, I'm the teacher of the class, I do not pass no test, got DJ Scott LaRock by my side, not in back of me cause we make up the Boogie Down Production crew faculty”

I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,

Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through

I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life

Me and my peeps is all trife

Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you

We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers

Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,

My sister's gear now has sex appeal,

“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,

So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,

My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,

The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”

Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”

Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do

The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century

I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,

He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,

“late night I'm on a first class flight, The only brother in sight, the flight attendant catch fright! I sit down in my seat; 2C, She approach officially talking 'bout, ‘Excuse me’, Her lips curl up into a tight space, cause she don't believe that I'm in the right place, showed her my boarding pass, and then she sorta gasped, all embarrassed; put an extra lime on my water glass, an hour later here she come by walkin’ past; ‘I hate to be a pest but my son would love your autograph'”

Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,

I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?

I seen it all in my short life

Three months later we run our own caper,

Record-breakin' the album Thriller,

Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,

If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?

Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you

Now there's steak with the beans and rice,

In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions

So there in school, see I'm made a fool,

I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,

I'll see you when I get there,

Reveal alien tribal culture,

I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?

So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,

If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,

If it ain't

With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,

My sister's cute but she got no gear,

Until we realized how to get the real money;