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Rapping Paper
caliburs a-pussy-gun, in the streets hes tha-wussy-one without any back-bone
i mug your little-wife, take her keys and brittle-life, grab my knife and attack-your-home
i unlock your door-and-creep, upstairs where the floor-dont-creak, and get ready-to-slaughter
i cant believe my-eyes, to my-suprise, makin porno with guys, the camera girl-is-your-daughter
now he knows theres a witness, throws a fit like a princess, takes his prized-calibur
your mind is shocked, thoughts is blocked, then shops his dick his "undersized-excalibur"
so for this rapping-fool, asshole hurts so he uses crapping-tools, dick hurts-when-he-pees
the door knocks, emotions undecieded, overly excitied, the man whore Kurt-gets-on-his-knees
he dont mind your little stump, or givin your ass a bump, uses condom wrapping-later
his emotions pray, he'll never meet the day, where he once again meets rapping-paper
excalibur - king arthurs sword
Calibur
When I post a rap on paper the paragraphs class has voters clappin' later,
Turns foes ta masterbaters as they witness the illness of a poet captivator,
Ur a roll a wrappin' paper, you've no gift ur flows shit, a hopeless masquerader
Put you in a closed casket later, and count my vowel sound flows with calculators
I`m known for slappin fakin' jokers actin' greater, I hit 'em with a syllable massacre,
This fictional character can't match my rap stats, or even scatch at my lyrical calibre
I riddle 'n baffle da illest battlers with biblical chapters 'cos my religion is scrypt
I`m a language maker and this tragic faker "RappinPaper" can't imprison my gift
When I finish this shit I envision you ripped 'n shredded like presents on my birthday
If you we're a professor of wordplay, you couldn't teach me lessons on my worst day!