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Get drunk, slam dunk

 

pay bills, pop pills

 

smoke crack, holla back

 

LOL, you get the idea keep it going! See what kind of bad **** rhyming catch phrases you can make! Me and my friends do this while we are drunk all the time and it is fun as hell.

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I just barely did this one off the top of my head, I was bored:

 

So, you think you're untouchable?

 

 

Word life, this is basic thuganomics, this is ba-basic thuganomics,

Word life, I'm untouchable but I'm forcing you to feel me!

Word life, this is bas-basic thuga-thuga-thuganomics,

Word life, I'm untouchable but I'm forcing you to feel me!

 

 

Whether fighting or spitting, my discipline is unforgiven

Got you backing up in a defensive position

An ****-kickin anthem

Heavyweight or bantam, holding camps for ransom

A microphone phantom

Teams hit the floor, this the new fight joint

Like a broken needle, kid you missin' the point

We dominate your conference with offense

That's no nonsense, my theme song hits

Get your reinforcements

We strike quick with hard kicks, duckin' nightsticks

Bare knuckles makes you fight this, beat you lifeless

Never survive this, you're forgot like Alzheimer's

Two-faced rappers walk away with four shiners

The war rhymer, turning legends to old-timers

My incisors is like a viper biting through your one-liners

New Deadman Inc, and we about to make you famous

Taking over Earth and still kicking in Uranus

 

 

Word life, this is basic thuganomics, this is ba-basic thuganomics,

Word life, I'm untouchable but I'm forcing you to feel me!

Word life, this is bas-basic thuga-thuga-thuganomics,

Word life, I'm untouchable but I'm forcing you to feel me!

 

 

You ain't advanced enough to process potential for medical concepts

The objects are foreign, like block tests, arts, and sex

Are complex regardless of your finesse and your fitness

It's a condition of business

Your lame vision of an underground physical image

I'm underneath to undermine your whole typical image

With the precision of percentages, and the collision of sentences

Poetry, beats and mics, we untouchable like ridges

****s with no prevaceses, streets unite

We rock brighter with dumber beats

Yo cats couldn't come this hot if they burst off in the summer heat

But get two tapes, kill your birds the first time

Your friendly state worthy of my filler or worse rhymes

I'm better than knights, check the veteran stripes

Leave you beside yourself in fear, I'll kill you and bury you twice

Despite the cover of night, tracking your flight

Like Guerilla Warfare, where the grass is dense

Approaching me is a quick way to get referred to in the past tense

Said that, when the lights or mic is on

The crowd is dead, like it in the mission when you're on the titantron

 

 

Word life, this is basic thuganomics, this is ba-basic thuganomics,

Word life, I'm untouchable but I'm forcing you to feel me!

Word life, this is bas-basic thuga-thuga-thuganomics,

Word life, I'm untouchable but I'm forcing you to feel me!

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