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List some grimey lyrics
You try to ride wit us you ain't fly
Like TLC I'll take out your left eye Iconz "Get fucked up" |
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bonjour
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What do you actually mean by "grimey"?
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dirty irani
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Rude boi.
You think you're a don, you think you're a dapper. |
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"I proved who the rawest is as time passes
And fuck smoking weed, I'm smokin Bob Marley's ashes Let me introduce you to that yellow nigga illin, Breakin sky scraper rappers down to they tenement buildings Not respecting opinions or feelings, stop crying like women You know you non-violent as Martin Luther King's sittings Head spinnin, lieutenant, menace, don't listen But me knee deep in the blood of your crew and your children Your neck stiffens, forget riffing, when you see me None of my gunshots are sound effect CD's Emcee's talkin bout how they spit, and they shit I do every bodily function on a nigga when I rip My format pushes your entire crew into the floor mat You'll be needin pet cemetary to try and bring ya dogs back" Chino XL |
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bonjour
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WHAT DO YOU MEAN BY GRIMEY?
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Something very disrespectful. like making fun of a dead person.
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Ah right. Cheers.
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How the TPWW comic coming?
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GO HABS GO!
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I was a seeking out for a funnel
Not only magnets but I could pry bar it shut Glueing my manhood turns a man off Like peppy lepew the scent Hey hey had a clutch (x3) I got my titilate spayed (alt: I got my diddly spayed) I got my titilate Hydraulic push of kitty assbutton Tweeking and flexing if the wind blows just right Tacky and thumbs on Polyester Highwater jumpsuits and a raped ape Then I take it back (x3) I got my titilate spayed I got my titilate I don't know why, I got a joke too silly to say Don't trust the foams I got ... Dick dick hear my fucking hate! (x3) I got my titilate spayed I got my titilate Vinegar and Water is gaining monthly Fiberglass insulation disquised as cotton candy Spanning down stream el Rancho ovulate Feeding a cow hamburger and raw Peter has brought me the tiki idol Billys sneer reminds me of someone Homesick a bay aboard the love boat Toni Tenile Sonny Bono Charo had a nice set of lungs I got my titilate spayed I got my liberty (x2) I got my titilate spayed ... Nothing hard I gotta be around pussy Don't let me fall I got a heh-heh ... Well you can't live We got my titilate spayed I got my titilate spayed (x5) I got titilate... "beeswax" Nirvana |
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From "Mighty D-Block" by D-Block (Sheek Louch, Styles P, Jadakiss, and Jae Hood). The following verse is from Sheek Louch:
"Yo, I don't give a fuck about pull out cockbacks Spin a muhfucker out, empty his chest Leave your muhfucking whip a mess All over the dashboard, in backseat pieces of flesh Send niggaz to the grave wit they face half gone Stomach ripped open, the beef back on That nigga Sheek rude, I'll spit in your food Tell the women in ya family to suck my dick No respect, fuck that I'll murder you quick Mad weapons in your trunk bitch take your pick Stick a gernade up under your fender Stick a pineapple bomb in ya blender, I don't care about you You say fuck Sheek Louch? well fuck you too Your father, your mother, the hole you came through Niggaz don't learn till they're carasined out Lighter to their face they'll spit gasonline out You want me dead, I'm right here do it bitch Make me bleed till I'm motherfucking fluidless I ain't new at this and don't give a fuck about you Sheek'll run up and smack the shit out you I live this shit, it's never gon stop Open niggaz face wit a octopus top Face all ripped up, catch me on the block Shells all loaded up, catch me wit the glock Pussy muhfuckers don't want no beef Trip niggaz down to their platinum teeth Chase you in the house with the all black heat Leave you just boxers and slippers on your feet I talk reckless, I really want the coke and the money But I'll settle for your necklace" |
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Go Choke on a Chode
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bonjour
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"Made You Look (Remix)"
(feat. Jadakiss, Ludacris) [Intro: Jadakiss] I need it from the top, AHHH! This is history baby Commissioner Steve Stoute, Lenny - ha! God's Son, whattup? D-Block, whattup? Bravehearts, whattup? Yeah Yeah, yo [Verse One: Jadakiss] Yo ain't nothin but trouble God When I kick in the door with D-Block, Bravehearts and the Double R Don't make me let the machine off This is methadone music that you can lean off "Made You Look," the remix with me up on it I copped your shit, now I break weed up on it And everything is real I see Like my niggaz that been home but they only got a jail ID I helped the game, it ain't help me I'm top five dead or alive and that's just off one LP And, I still buzz, they feel cuz Cause they know the flow's Ill just like Will was I'm just tryin to make sure that my sons wealthy Out of shape but I make sure that my guns healthy I'm a ape, you can't stand 'Kiss Comin through the hood in a Aston Vanguish the color of dandruff They said we jumped him, I just let the gun snuff him Copped P then turboed soon as they uncuff him This goes out to all of your mans Why put you in the verse when I can put in a coroner van D-Block [Chorus 2X: Nas] THEY SHOOTIN! Ah made you look You a slave to a page in my rhyme book Gettin big money, playboy your time's up Where them gangsters, where them dimes at? [Verse Two: Ludacris] Yuh, woo! It's time to go, Luda let's go! I'm from the school of hard knocks, sneak peeks and low blows Where X's mark spots and kitchens mark O's Where love is gon' getcha and hate is gon' snitch ya And fingers squeeze triggers like boa constrictors It's the, Mr. Luda, Jada and Nas And our bullets give you a deep tissue massage So hear a song and dance while I make these ends You never stood half a chance like Siamese Twins AHHH - THEY SHOOTIN, look in the barrel Then he made the front page of the Miami Herald or Chi. Tribune, nozzles with silent doom We in that A-Town Journal-list, filed with goons You should print my information, quote my rhyme And keep me in between these New York and L.A. Times I was the victim of society, it's 'Cris the menace With mo' shit out on the streets than evicted tenants WOOOOOOOO! [Chorus] [Interlude: Nas] Uhh.. uhh.. (BRAVE-HEARTS.. BRAVE-HEARTS.. BRAVE-HEARTS.. BRAVE-HEARTS..) Jungle, Wiz, Nashawn! We got 'em scared look We got 'em scared they runnin [Verse Three: Nas] Yo, I grasp the ratchet, the blinker, the biscuit, the burner The heat, the toaster, the twister you meetin your owner The banger, the hammer, the flamers I aim at the cannons and can ya, manhandlin ya, you'll be famous like cancer do And cut, that's the end of your movie Pretendin you actin like you and your mens'll come shoot me My tennis shoes Gucci, old school pea soup green Jean Lee suit on Beaver, clicko champagne Friday the 13th my CD drop, I rhyme to more Base than EZ Rock I'm Jason, call up P.D. watch them Bravehearts, Jungle and Wiz and Nashawn Ill Will rasta Lake, never revealin his face on TV or pictures or even them niggaz Sorry that I made you wait long, glad them fakes gone [beat scratches out] WE SHOOTIN! Squeezin them triggers with Luda beside me Me and 'Kiss get Luniz of weed, set to Styles P. Tell him hold his head, God's Son got him we made y'all look From San Quentin to Riker's Island to.. [fades out] |
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Go Choke on a Chode
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Right on, Esoteric. Thanks.
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yeah so is kreep, water, riot and what am I
Artist: Chino XL w/ Ras Kass Album: Here to Save You All Song: Riiiot! Verse One: Chino XL, Ras Kass You prayed for me and I came! How far you niggaz wanna push me? I'm leaving the crowds happy like OJ Simpson when he got his first white pussy But I'm still annoyed, blowin through your selenoid Bringing more Blues to Brothers than Jon Belushi and Dan Akroyd Governmently engineered like E Bola for this rap garage sale by this industry, I'm trying not to get fucked like 2Pac in jail You can hate me, but await me like I'm Magic Johnson's death in a box with Jordan's pops that ass'll never take another breath cuz, I write the songs like Barry Manilow I like my Sugar Brown like Hugh Grant fucked D'Angelo Now I got niggaz claimin they saw God unfortunately He wasn't in the person of Master Farad Muhammad Some often ask how can this nigga molest the English alphabet in one hundred words or less it ain't the chronic It's all in the mind like Johnny Mmemonic Before my word is born, surgeons administer antibiotics to drain the phonics, amniotic fluids Delivery, to get Nia deep in your Peeples like Howard Hewett Half-Hitler, half-Jewish, I'm gassed off myself Icono-clismic, twisted without the use of fiber optics Noxious I blows out the sockets I got your Adam's Apples in my pockets Bullshit like Timmy McVey, like kiddie porn I'm getting popular Popular, no ocular, MC's perp particular but not quite yet perpendicular Compound fractures fibulas when niggaz step, contest the upper torso I got Chino's back like a dorsal, fin Comprehend, we bend men from within Chorus: Chino, Ras Your strength in numbers couldn't hit The yellow nigga from the Gravity click You don't give a fuck as long as bud gets lit You're fuckin with the HemiSidal lunatics Like licorice, niggaz begin to twist Lay back and watch your idols get ripped Yo signify if your crew roll thick (Yeah) East Coast (West Coast) beeeotch!!! Verse Two: Ras Kass, Chino XL I circumnavigate the globe with a one-liner like, latitude Put my rhymes in mixed fortune cookies to leave Confucious confused The day a nigga serve Ras is when faggots start straight bashing Without Jermaine Dupri I'm SoSoDef that I need closed captions Won't see me stressed from no East/West conflict the interest Chino X/Ras Kass like Layne Tito removed you from your bench My retina expands, my brain is trapped like a rat on a running wheel Praise the yellow God or I'ma leave you scarred like that nigga Seal Vernacular understandable, you in a hearse, megahertz, the truth hurts Slang botanical, you're moving on time-lapse camera Indestractable, dig me like an excavation multiracial valuable Take you out like Saafir took out Casual So check the milk that Jersey made I turn artistic children bilingual On parallel bars I create new dismounts like Chechincko So keep it short and sweet like Sherman Hemsley bonafide queer While I shoot shit up you're shooting gerbils up your asshole like Richard Gere Verse Three: Ras Kass, Chino XL Bitch ass niggaz what see? I gives a fuck who's certified platinum or gold Cause I got rhymes for every unit you sold Your plaques corrode when I collage colloquials At first the buzz was local but now the nose grows like Pinnochio No lie, no T-H-C, T-H-E, T-H-O-U-G-H-T Makes me high in intelligence quotient I drop facts like attache Exfoliate rap and come cleaner than Jeru's enema What's the secret within my esophagus is discovered like Tutenkahmen's sarcophogous I got niggaz lookin for Webster's like George Papadopolous Yo Ras pardon me my unfamiliar soliloquies, similies similar to Reginald Denny's, facial injuries You couldn't locate my transient thoughts with lo-jack Molest your mind like Oprah Winfrey's behind when she was a small child Punchlines with more elasticity than Biggie's stretch marks Chino X sparks, mad urban I ain't scared to put the things that going around me on tape like Mark Fuhrman Sexing picture perfect hoes like Pocahontas often And I'd rather hear Willie Nelson than fucking Montell Jordan! Chorus Outro: Chino Uhh, yeah Uhh, signify, uhh Uhh, check it out, uhh West coast, uhh, East coast, what? West coast, East coast West, uhh, East, ahh Uhh, that nigga Ras, that nigga Chino The nigga bird, yo that shit is large So grimey |
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black people can rhyme
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DIRTY DEEDS DONE DIRT CHEAP
(1976) (Young, Young, Scott) If your havin' trouble with your high school head He's givin' you the blues You wanna graduate but not in 'is bed Here's what you gotta do - Pick up the phone I'm here alone Call me any time 36 24 36 (slaver) I lead a life of crime Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap repeat repeat repeat Your havin' problems in your life of love You got a broken heart He's double dealin' with your best friend That's when the teardrops start - Pick up the phone I'm here alone Or make a social call Come right in Forget about him We'll have ourselves a ball Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap repeat repeat repeat If you got a lady but you want her gone But you ain't got the guts She keeps naggin' you night and day Enough to drive you nuts - Pick up the phone Leave her alone It's time you made a stand For a fee I'll be happy to be Your back door man Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap repeat repeat repeat Concrete shoes, cyanide, TNT Done Dirt Cheap Neckties, contracts, high voltage Done Dirt Cheap |
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TAKE IT EACE
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That ish be grimey, D-Wad.
RUDE BOIIIIIIIIIIII |
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These 2 make me luagh
Eminem - Criminal Hey, it's me, Versace Whoops, somebody shot me! And I was just checkin the mail Get it? Checkin the 'male'? Eminem - Role Model OK, I'm going to attempt to drown myself You can try this at home You can be just like me! Mic check one two.. we recordin? I'm cancerous, so when I diss you wouldn't wanna answer this If you responded back with a battle rap you wrote for Canibus I strangled you to death then I choked you again Then break your fuckin legs till your bones poke through your skin You beef wit me, I'ma even the score equally Take you on Jerry Springer, and beat yer ass legally I get you blunted off of funny home grown Cause when I smoke out I hit the trees harder than Sonny Bono (Ohh no!!) So if I said I never did drugs That would mean I lie AND get fucked more than the President does Hillary Clinton tried to slap me and call me a pervert I ripped her fuckin tonsils out and fed her sherbet (Bitch!) My nerves hurt, and lately I'm on edge Grabbed Vanilla Ice and ripped out his blonde dreads (Fuck you!) Every girl I ever went out wit is goin lez Follow me and do exactly what the song says: smoke weed, take pills, drop outta school, kill people and drink And jump behind the wheel like it was still legal I'm dumb enough to walk in a store and steal So I'm dumb enough to ask for a date with Lauryn Hill Some people only see that I'm white, ignorin skill Cause I stand out like a green hat with a orange bill But I don't get pissed, y'all don't even see through the mist How the fuck can I be white, I don't even exist I get a clean shave, bathe, go to a rave Die from an overdose and dig myself up out of my grave My middle finger won't go down, how do I wave? And this is how I'm supposed to teach kids how to behave? Now follow me and do exactly what you see Don't you wanna grow up to be just like me! I slap women and eat shrooms then O.D. Now don't you wanna grow up to be just like me! Me and Marcus Allen went over to see Nicole When we heard a knock at the door, must have been Ron Gold' Jumped behind the door, put the orgy on hold Killed em both and smeared blood in a white Bronco (we did it!) My mind won't work if my spine don't jerk I slapped Garth Brooks out of his Rhinestone shirt I'm not a player just a ill rhyme sayer That'll spray an Aerosol can up at the ozone layer (psssssssh) My rap style's warped, I'm runnin out the morgue witcha dead grandmother's corpse to throw it on your porch Jumped in a Chickenhawk cartoon wit a cape on And beat up Foghorn Leghorn with an acorn I'm bout as normal as Norman Bates, with deformative traits A premature birth that was four minutes late Mother.. are you there? I love you I never meant to hit you over the head with that shovel Will someone explain to my brain that I just severed a main vein with a chainsaw and I'm in pain? I take a breather and sighed; either I'm high, or I'm nuts Cause if you ain't tiltin this room, neither am I So when you see your mom with a thermometer shoved in her ass Then it probably is obvious I got it on with her Cause when I drop this solo shit it's over with I bought Cage's tape, opened it, and dubbed over it I came to the club drunk with a fake ID Don't you wanna grow up to be just like me! I've been with 10 women who got HIV Now don't you wanna grow up to be just like me! I got genital warts and it burns when I pee Don't you wanna grow up to be just like me! I tie a rope around my penis and jump from a tree You probably wanna grow up to be just like me!!! |
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These are all anal cunt songs
I Gave Nambla Pictures Of You Kid I FOLLOWED ARTIMUS PYLE AFTER A LYNYRD SKYNYRD SHOW WE ENDED UP AT A NAMBLA MEETING I KNOCKED AT THE DOOR AND ARTIMUS PYLE ANSWERED I GAVE HIM PICTURES OF YOUR KID BECAUSE I HATE HIM I GAVE NAMBLA PICTURES OF YOU KID ARTUMUS PYLE, ARTUMUS PYLE, ARTUMUS, ARTUMUS, ARTUMUS PYLE THE NEXT DAY THERE WAS A LINE AT YOU DOOR ARTUMUS PYLE WAS GOING BACK FOR SECONDS YOUR KID HAD A LOCK OF ARTUMUS' BEARD IN HIS ASS YOUR KID MADE ARTUMUS' SATURDAY NIGHT SPECIAL I GAVE NAMBLA PICTURES OF YOU KID ARTUMUS PYLE, ARTUMUS PYLE, ARTUMUS, ARTUMUS, ARTUMUS PYLE LYNRYD SKYNYRD USED TO YOUR FAVORITE BAND UNTIL ARTIMUS HAD YOUR KIDS DICK IN HIS HAND I Made Fun Of You Because Your Kid Just Died I WAS AT THE HOSPITAL LAUGHING AT CRIPPLES THE I HEARD YOU KID JUST DIED SUDDENLY, THAT WAS FUNNIER THAN THE CRIPPLES SO I TRACKED YOU DOWN AND MADE FUN OF YOU YOUR KID DIED, AND YOU CRIED AND I THOUGHT IT WAS FUNNY IT WAS AN OPEN CASKET WAKE I SPILLED MY BEER IN YOUR KIDS COFFIN YOUR MASCARA RAN BECAUSE YOU WERE CRYING SO I KICKED YOUR HUSBAND IN THE BALLS YOUR KID DIED, AND YOU CRIED AND I THOUGHT IT WAS FUNNY I Sold Your Dog To A Chinese Restaurant I WAS ON MY WAY TO TURN IN ILLEGAL ALIENS TO THE INS AND YOUR STUPID FUCKING DOG WAS BARKING AT ME IT SOUNDED LIKE A SINGER FROM A GAY DEATH METAL BAND I WANTED TO KICK IT IN THE FUCKING FACE I SOLD YOUR DOG TO A CHINESE RESTAURANT I SOLD YOUR DOG TO A CHINESE RESTAURANT I SOLD YOUR DOG TO A CHINESE RESTAURANT I SOLD YOUR DOG TO A CHINESE RESTAURANT AFTER I BEAT THE FUCKING SHIT OUT OF IT I WANTED TO THROW IT THROUGH YOUR FUCKING WINDOW BUT I NEEDED MONEY TO BUY SOME MORE WHISKEY SO I SOLD IT TO A CHINESE RESTAURANT I SOLD YOUR DOG TO A CHINESE RESTAURANT I SOLD YOUR DOG TO A CHINESE RESTAURANT I SOLD YOUR DOG TO A CHINESE RESTAURANT I SOLD YOUR DOG TO A CHINESE RESTAURANT YOUR FAMILY ORDERED PU PU PLATTER YOU DIDN'T KNOW WHAT YOU WERE EATING IT WAS YOUR FUCKING GAY FAITHFUL DOG WHILE YOU WERE AT THE RESTAURANT I LIT YOUR HOUSE ON FIRE I'm Glad You Got Breast Cancer, Cunt guys used to always buy you drinks and they'd always kiss your ass now you just have one tit ha ha you stupid cunt i always hoped you'd get a.i.d.s. but breast cancer will do now you've just got one tit but you used to have two a drunk guy tried to feel you up but there was nothing there so he punched you in the teeth and stole your money, cunt i always hoped you'd get a.i.d.s. but breast cancer will do now you've just got one tit but you used to have two |
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