Who's a fraud? Raise your hand!
Time once again for Cracka Boy Rhymes, real exerpts of white boy teem gangsta rap lyric attempts (their origin and purpose: still a total mystery). Watch out for bad language, grammar and spelling. And don’t call it a comeback…
Back with Some Free Time,
The Hip Hop born in Culture
Speaks but who can read mine,
You never really know but
it’s easy too speak Mind,
Put in writing, before
Seperation only thing at
My House was fighting!
Now Im on Probation
and got some jobs no time
for vaction, you better move
Shap & quick no room For
Hesitation, Now
You get Shot so fuck
Medatation!
I try to go to happy
Places, but all I
see is negative faces,
War or jail and your
limited with heart paces,
Do let Shit Slip
Man hoods low just below
tha hip,
Who said says you won’t can’t
sink look Titanic Ship,
and extra clipses? Who
Created tha Shit?
“Who Craeted tha Shit?” indeed…