No more buwetts?!
Time for another edition of Cracka Boy Rhymes, real life excerpts of white teenager gangsta rap lyric attempts. Though a few years old, they are as fresh and relevant as they ever were, which isn’t saying much…
OH NO!
-Yea I just said tha
Shots just missed,
Cops cuff ya up in
tha world and ask why
we pissed,
Sicilian Chris full
of anger my pop
100 Percent code of silence
Works magic thats the
definition of danger,
Keep and banger and
don’t get approached by a fuckin Stranger!
Beef, It never stops in the
Street, haters without heat
I’m at another leverl they
at my feet! My life
is beat, they talk all that
walk but how much blood
can they Leak!!
——————-WOW——————-
When it get Cerious my
looks el kill,
I got tha old book
and ways to fufill,
Don’t push me cause Id
pop ya for your breath just like a pill
(I ain’t playing either dog 4 Real!)
If your fake, Don’t
even make the mistake, They find
you in seperate pieces
Only 1 arm at the wake!
That coffin your momz
bought now is just a waste of
cake, I’ll be
laughin while your
whole families on they knees feeling ache,
Oh well forgive me
Lord I know the
Real People relate!