I performed at coffee house again. I did pretty good. There were some laughs, but it wasn't as good as last time. I will now post the two raps I did. One has the same choras as the other I posted, but it's a little different.
Don't Stop IT
I’ve been rapping since I was in the womb – and I’ll keep rapping till I am in a tomb.
I don’t know what will be my doom, but I know it won’t be soon.
Cuz I’m on a quest to be better than the rest. My teeth are so white, cuz I brush with Crest
I got more money than you – I got more honies than Winnie the Pooh.
I got more rhymes that Dr. Suess – and I’m more hung than a bull moose.
As I said, I’m better than the rest. I’m even better than 50 Cent.
I’m so much better than the baler that they call me 50 dollar.
And I don’t just got bling-bling. I got: bling (several times)………bling!
If ya got a beat then drop it
If ya made a mess than mop it
If ya got a field of wheat then crop it
But never stop it. Never ever stop it.
If ya got a beat then drop it
If ya made a mess than mop it
If ya got a zit then pop it
But never stop it. Never ever stop it.
You say I succeed, minus the eed
And that I will pay for my dirty deeds
You say I’m the worst, even worse than Creed
A taste of JD is what you need.
You think you got me beat? You think you got me licked?
Well, you can’t beat me cuz my rhymes are sick.
Sicker than a guy with the flu, you don’t know what to do.
Cuz I be rapping circles around you. Maybe some squares and triangles, too.
Nooooowwww, I wanna rap, see? My mom won’t let me.
But I am neutered so I won’t get teste.
I hope one day she’ll let me be so I can bust the rhyme of the century.
In my raps, I make bold statements. And I get paid for product placements.
Drink Pepsi, drink Pepsi. Eat at McDonalds and drink Pepsi.
Now, Yakof Smerof, you know what to do. In Soviet Russia, mic rocks you.
If ya got a beat then drop it
If ya made a mess than mop it
If ya got a loogie then hock it
But never stop it. Never ever stop it.
If ya got a beat then drop it
If ya made a mess than mop it
If ya got a gun then cock it
But never stop it. Never ever stop it.
Now, I’m just like a penis cuz I’m always in your face. I’m also kinda hairy and I got bad taste. I don’t care if you’re offended by that - the cameras won’t catch me cuz I’ll be wearing a hat.
Everyone knows that I am the man. It’s like what they say in Japan: (Japanese rambling)
I’m not quite sure what that means, but 4 out of 5 dentists agree….
That I rock the mic like no other. I got slippery rhymes. Like butter.
And my rhymes stay crunchy in milk, that’s a guarantee.
And my rhymes are low in carbs, cuz that’s trendy.
1 2 3, hit it! Slap ya in the face with a piece of salami. You’re hurt now, go cry to yo mommy. She’ll wipe your tears with absorbent Brawny. I bet that you listen to Yanni.
Think you’re all that, but you are wack. Don’t step on a crack or you’ll break yo mother’s back. Bustin’ out rhymes is my knack. You all know I’m the miggity mac.
Steppin’ in, steppin’ out. That’s what I’m all about. Gotta go easy on my feet cuz I got gout. Hurts so much, I scream and shout, but it’ll take more to make me pout.
If ya got a beat then drop it
If ya made a mess than mop it
If ya got a field of wheat then crop it
If ya got a zit then pop it
If ya got a loogie then hock it
If ya got a gun then cock it
If ya got a door then lock it
If ya got a fence then hop it
If ya got a store then shop it
If ya got some cans then stock it
But never stop it. Never ever stop it.
Peace!
Oh-no! I stepped on the cat's head!
Layin’ in my bed – almost fell asleep. But I get a grumble in my stomach so I get something to eat. But when I walk to the hall, I step on something small. I hear a loud yell. What the hell?
Uh-oh, this isn’t gonna be pretty. Cuz I think that I just stepped on the kitty.
Oh-no, I stepped on the cat’s head!
Oh-no, now I think it is dead!
Oh boy, is my face ever red!
Because I just stepped on the cat’s head! (again)
So now the cat’s dead, not moving at all. With it laying on the floor and some of it on the wall. Don’t know what to say, don’t know what to do. First things first, I’m gonna clean him off my shoe. Don’t know how my parents’ll act when they see – the cat’s brain on the rug and on my Nike. Hope they don’t get mad cuz it wasn’t intentional……I don’t know what rhymes with intentional.
Oh-no, I stepped on the cat’s head!
Oh-no, now I think it is dead!
Oh boy, is my face ever red!
Because I just stepped on the cat’s head! (again)
I’d perform mouth-to-mouth if I could find his lips. But that wouldn’t help because he’s headless. Actually, he still has a head. Most of it’s over there and under the bed.
Maybe I should get a new cat. One with a strong skull. Maybe I should get a new cat. One that won’t sleep in the hall.
But as for this one, you will see. I’ll flush him down the toilet because he’s always wanted a burial at sea.
Oh-no, I stepped on the cat’s head!
Oh-no, now I think it is dead!
Oh boy, is my face ever red!
Because I just stepped on the cat’s head!
Oh-no, I stepped on the cat’s head!
Oh-no, now I think it is dead!
Oh boy, is my face ever red!
Because I just stepped on the cat’s head!
Oh-no, I stepped on the cat’s head!
Oh-no, now I think it is dead!
Oh boy, is my face ever red!
Because I just stepped on the cat’s head!
Oh-no, I stepped on the cat’s head!
Oh-no, now I think it is dead!
Oh boy, is my face ever red!
Because I just stepped on the cat’s head!
There you go.
Oh, and I also made a few tapes (I called it "Hip-Hop on pop") and sold them for three dollars......I sold all six and made 18 dollars!
Who wants ice cream?