vuile tering aap die je er rondrent..
bloemetjes kempi, ik hoor je praten over mini
vind je drie maanden niet een beetje laat voor een opinie
maargoed zet het maar betaald ik reken met je af
een rug voor je hoofd, mini meester geeft je straf
wat moet kees met jou what the fuck zit in zijn hoofdje
oh ja jij verkoopt borie en de klant die is koning
amateurgangster dit is die penose shit
mamma ik rust niet voordat kempi's carriere dood is
luister mini beats ben van de key's, jij bent die gramma boy
jij mijn pappa nooit! lul geen stomme bloemetjeszooi
dat jij je vader nou niet kent dat is een feit
daarom heb je zoveel stress en schuif je het af op mij
je mist een vader persoon daarom doe je als een zij
twee weken in de bajes gelijk janken als een wijf
what the fuck's met jij..? misschien dat je dat begrijpt
domme gangster die om de maand in de bak verblijft
wat een mongooltje, wordt gepakt met z'n zoontje zijn pistooltje
lelijke aap vergeleken bij jou is iedereen gorgeous
en alles wat je zegt lieg je, kijk het kruis op je voorhoofd
ik hoor dat je tegenwoordig in winnie the pooh zijn hol woont
en door praten over moeders, krijg je boze ooms
want als die eagle land in het vogelnest op je hoofd
marco borsato stijl vandaag is rood gemaakt door lood
rap & borie gaat niet samen gebruik nooit wat je verkoopt
en faka met je moer, zij is een echte hoer
7 kinderen maar niemand kent de vader, dat is echt niet boeng
dus iedereen die een sletje zoekt, zoekt kemp zijn moer
ik weet niet of ze kenn pijpen maar ze ken vast iets lekkers doen
je moeder heb dikke tieten en verder is ze lelijk
dat is de reden dat geen een van de vaders is gebleven
jij kent pappa niet en mamma die kent pappa niet
en bolletjes in je hol gangster? nou ik dacht het niet
in je billen is voor flikkers, vraag die echte niggers
zij doen met boten en brengen die kilo's hier naar binnen
zo niet dan doen ze slikken ''kempi de kikker''
ik hoop dat een balletje klapt en je dood in je nest blijft liggen
en kom me niet vertellen dat je alleen aan die lijn ruikt
je kijkt teveel in die pijp neer dadelijk ga je de pijp uit
dit is voor mijn tuig, in damsco en spijk zuid
die echte neggers neppe neggers nu mijn wijk uit!
je bent een schande voor de anti's
wat weet je van echte penoses als sjaak, schaak, chano en ome young G?
jij bent een clown ik ben de bassie
je wilt een wedstrijd met mini, vraag het aan Kees die ga je zeker lassing!
en als je vannacht vliegt uit spijk dan moet je over de brug komen
betalen met je donder en vermijdt de vluchtstroken
met je gestolen karakter nagemaakte lil wayne
minituigster de nummer een met de visie van bill gates

[Dit bericht is gewijzigd door Schaep op 08-11-2008 17:40]

Ja, what the fuck's met jij?

Maar hey, hij heeft geen track gemaakt die Morgil heet.

[Dit bericht is gewijzigd door Schaep op 08-11-2008 17:41]

*gaat alweer weg*

je bent een schande voor de anti's


HAHAHAHAHAH

HEY X

ik heb een nieuw nummer gehoord van de nieuwe e40. Hij gaat echt de verkeerde rnb kan op.

Heel jammer want zn style op My getto repörtcard was best uniek qwa sounds.

Mwoah, ik vind de rap-stijl van E40 op My ghetto report card inderdaad erg uniek maar zijn teksten en beats zijn al redelijk mainstream. Tech n9ne is ook al hard op weg om mainstream te worden. Beetje jammer maar aan de andere kant is ze het ook wel weer gegunt. Maar mij zijn ze in ieder geval kwijt.

Ik zet dan liever een plaat van mr. Hyde, Immortal technique of Twiztid op.

ja idd. Zijn texten deden mij dan ook niets.

Ik gun het ze ook wel verder maar dan ga ik wat anders luisteren.

"The relentless lyrics the only dope I slang
I'm a true master you can check my credentials
Cuz I choose to use my infinite potentials"

Deze plaat na jaren weer eens uit de kast gehaald



classic! No where to run, nowhere to hide, defective trip, blood brothers, 1-800 suicide, diary of a madman

vet album is dat.

Horrorcore of what?

zeer fijne plaat, die gravediggaz...

Onterecht, onverklaard, ik ben kankervuil
Stofzuigende sletjes worden afgebeuld
De meest harde shit prop ik in je kont
De meest verse vis, zet ik aan m'n mond
Het is die snotneus die je kont kneust
Douw m’n reus in je mond heus
Serieus je kreunt, doe een zeugkreun
We lopen hier echt geen potjes te rollen
Rollenbollen met, rollen rollenbollen met rollen
Rellen met dellen, ballende dellen
Ballen en lallen met lallende lellebellen
Zelfs modellen, ze willen me bellen
Ik moet ze vertellen: het kan best wat sneller
Fur ik wil niet, hup, how de fok ken
Kedeng Kedeng dat kreng alsof ik Guus Meeuwis ben
Kleven, plakken, zweten, huisje, doosje, spacen
En je weet het, stofzuigen zal ze zeker

"Doe een koprol en vlug weer terug naar het buitenland"

ja mooie oneliner is dat!!

Ik ben laatst weer naar een hiphop optreden geweest. D.O.D. heten die gasten. Zo blank als een melkfles en dan gangstah amerikaanse stylo emuleren.

Dus ik ga naar buiten om een peuk te roken. Staat daar een mooi klein lief meisje. Ik zo tegen haar: Laat die gsten gewoon nederlands lullen ze komen toxh hier vandaan.

Dus haar gexzixht vetrekt, zegt ze tegen mij; DAT MAG JE NIET ZEGGEN.

Ik was zeker racistisch

ja hoor tuurlijk, praat nederlands of sterf...

Broke niggaz worryin about how fast you can rap
Spit at quick speed with techniques that's sharp
Complex comprehension I'd rather see some tits
Turn your computers off and get off that gay shit
MySpace, Clayface claymation nigga
E-mail message abusers shit fag energy users
Livin in a fucked up town so boring drink fo' kegs
before you talk about me with them ugly bitches teasin you in Hooters
Y'all get the critic booters, website looters
You fuckin raccooners, you can't stop the bass boomers

Wat vind je van de jeugd van tegenwoordig(DJVT)?

ja erg tof!! zelf verzonnen woorden enzo


Some bitches are stupid, I treat 'em like shit
That's how you get one to eat a dick
Never be sweet to a bitch, keep it sick
They like to get dissed, they like it rough
Women are so fucked up in the head, some like to get snuffed
And they come back for more
Cause "Men Are From Mars, Women Are From Venus"
That's why they like to suck penis
Don't ever let them tell you different
Women are just as horny as men
They're just programmed inhibition
That's why Catholic school girls are the biggest sluts
Down to take it in their butts
They're always lickin' somebody's nuts
And why not? That's why God made 'em
Adam was kind of lonely, so God took one of his ribs and created 'em
Cause before that, Adam was fucking animals
That's why women like to get fucked like animals
It's only natural
And don't get the wrong idea, don't think I hate bitches
I love women, that's why my masturbating's religious
I'm just stating facts that are down to take a smack
And they'll break their back bending over for you if your thing's intact
They say they're not into games
But those are the dames playing the most games
The type that'll suck on a dick for cocaine
They're acting like they're so tame
But before you met them, they fucked fifty cats, and can't remember no names
Tell them right off the bat, "I want you to suck on my sack"
And, most likely, they'll respect you and let you cum on their back

Yo, the more degrading I get, the more these ladies get wet
It's only busted bitches that can't take what I said
Well fuck busted bitches, they make my dick limp
They're useless to a sick pimp like me who needs his gratification instant
But one thing ugly bitches are good for
Is being good friends that'll lend you money when you're poor
So shout out to the homely, and my deep condolences to you bitch
Cause honey, for the rest of your life, you'll be lonely
And I know some of you are sayin' "Necro ain't all that"
But yo, men don't even have to look good as long as they rap
Motherfuckers that are fat will have you on their lap
As long as he convinces you he's an emotional cat
And if he's a cold person that got money
Most broke bitches will take the cock in their tummies
They're not dummies
Money turns bitches on
Once you're broke, the bitch is gone
Money'll have a bitch in a thong stripping to songs
It'll have a bitch in a porn getting shitted on
I want so much money I could get any girl to sit on my schlong
But I've been broke for centuries
And haven't had a problem yet getting a girl to bend to the knees

I guess that's how you know you got game
I could be broke and bummy and still get the same as a cat that's got fame
I know cats that trip, they're practically paying the bitch
And they can't even play with the clit
Cause she's saying some shit
Portraying like she's afraid of dick
Because you're too stupid to realize she was created to lick
She's playing you quick
She'll hold out on the pussy the longest possible time she can make you wait for it
Cause once she gives it up, you might diss the slut
And she's thinking like business, son, "let me milk everything out of this schmuck"
She don't give a fuck, 'cause most men are foul
And we're down to fuck any girl in their bowels, we get around
So we're looked at as bank accounts
Amounts, like a quarter-pound or an ounce, but bitch, my checks will bounce
Not sayin' all women are like this
But yo, I got no problem with it
I'll pay the price if she got the right tits
I see nothin' wrong with payin' for a tight clit
If I'ma pay for anything, I might as well pay to excite my dick
I've paid for worse things, you should pay for something that'll last
Like a French maid with a fat ass
If I had mad cash, I'd open up a whorehouse
Honestly, I had this bitch in my crib frontin' so I threw her out
She wasn't suckin' dick correct, the bitch was wrecked
She should've known that when she hit the deck
Not to stop suckin' until she whipped her neck
After all, I bought her a beer
And you'd think she'd be grateful enough and able to stuff a cock in her mouth
And make sure I'm taken care of before walkin' in here
But no, so I threw her out in the rain with no dough in the freezing cold

Skeez and do what you're told
Cause once a slut gets old, you'll be payin' me to suck my pole
Cause when a man gets old, he blossoms
But when a woman gets old, she starts rotting
There's not too many options
Just plenty doctors with operations and lotions
Liposuction and face lifts and Noxema for old skin
You can't escape demise by taking some weight off your thighs
It's a law of nature to die
You patronize Death when you old bitches use a facial cream that says it age defies
These companies are playing games of lies
That's why these 85-year old billionaires are taking wives that are 25
So what's my point?
You bitches better lick up
Before corrosion eats your lips up
And they aren't soft enough to dick suck

echt wel hip

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Op 19 november 2008 12:32 schreef Black Jew het volgende:
ja erg tof!! zelf verzonnen woorden enzo

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Binnenkort in de Oosterpoort.

JA GAAN WE HEEN MAN LIJKT ME TOF


Your man is a tourin nigga, six-foot-eight floss nigga
who carries champagne in the club with Coogi sweaters
Borin nigga, no game havin
Less rap skill, N.B.A. nigga with a studio you ill
Don't you know my game terrorize
Six-foot-three guards on the microphone, my lyrics kill
Why don't you awkward niggaz stop rhymin
and take a birth control pill
Jackson got you gassed, ask Phil
I'm not impressed with your full court press
Girls with Tyra Banks weaves, and Lisa Raye's complexion
can step up to the foul line for an AIDS test
My jewelry like big trucks
I don't care if you flash your Milwaukee Bucks
Even bodyguards couldn't protect you ducks
I care less if you a Trailblazer
My cris-cross on girls is sharp, y'all get cut off with a razor
Even if you have braids like Latrell
I got more numbers in my system than Pacific Bell
Pass the basketball around and go tell
Smoother than Rick Fox puttin on his hair gel
Groupies don't have to know me, just
swallow my sperm when you blow me
Keith look in the club for your celebrity jump shooters
Tall lean men who can't read books to they kids need tutors
You cats got the nerve to try to stop my tomahawk dunks
by e-mailing, golddiggers on computers
Leap over y'all with color and fashion
Lame assholes in black pinstripe suits, keep steppin and passin
Beyond the youse-a-baby, you broke
finished payin for them car notes
I'm the championship nigga youse a loser ("well that's alright")

P.I.S.S., on the N.B.A. ("well that's alright")
N.B.A. niggaz!
National Basketball Association
N.B.A. bitches! (N.B.A. play)
National Basketball Association
(The N.B.A. Association..)

*singer ad libs*

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Op 21 november 2008 11:44 schreef Black Jew het volgende:
JA GAAN WE HEEN MAN LIJKT ME TOF


Your man is a tourin nigga, six-foot-eight floss nigga
who carries champagne in the club with Coogi sweaters
Borin nigga, no game havin
Less rap skill, N.B.A. nigga with a studio you ill
Don't you know my game terrorize
Six-foot-three guards on the microphone, my lyrics kill
Why don't you awkward niggaz stop rhymin
and take a birth control pill
Jackson got you gassed, ask Phil
I'm not impressed with your full court press
Girls with Tyra Banks weaves, and Lisa Raye's complexion
can step up to the foul line for an AIDS test
My jewelry like big trucks
I don't care if you flash your Milwaukee Bucks
Even bodyguards couldn't protect you ducks
I care less if you a Trailblazer
My cris-cross on girls is sharp, y'all get cut off with a razor
Even if you have braids like Latrell
I got more numbers in my system than Pacific Bell
Pass the basketball around and go tell
Smoother than Rick Fox puttin on his hair gel
Groupies don't have to know me, just
swallow my sperm when you blow me
Keith look in the club for your celebrity jump shooters
Tall lean men who can't read books to they kids need tutors
You cats got the nerve to try to stop my tomahawk dunks
by e-mailing, golddiggers on computers
Leap over y'all with color and fashion
Lame assholes in black pinstripe suits, keep steppin and passin
Beyond the youse-a-baby, you broke
finished payin for them car notes
I'm the championship nigga youse a loser ("well that's alright")

P.I.S.S., on the N.B.A. ("well that's alright")
N.B.A. niggaz!
National Basketball Association
N.B.A. bitches! (N.B.A. play)
National Basketball Association
(The N.B.A. Association..)

*singer ad libs*

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Oke, doen we!

DEAL!!!

Voicemail, pagers
These are the things that robots carry
To get they hair done
Eyes made up
Difference effects to their bodies
Sometimes, too many to even know
The life of a robot

Yo, don’t waste my time on the phone, girl I’m goin to bed
That movie resteraunt you need cash that game is dead
I pull your wig off, you step back, you have a tantrum
I hold your rent money, contacts I hold for ransom
Cut off your phone bill, merecedes wrecked, in the mobil
That’s on the real deal, your credit’s off, how you feel?
Give me my meat back, now think back, you sing on four-track
Your mother’s callin, for wic checks, she soundin wack
I bought your first food, high-class, you was rude
House with no heat on, with slippers on, you walkin nude
Back with your girlfriends I cancel banks stop your shoppin
You work with kneepads, you loose stiff on soul train poppin
Your head keep boppin, you face out, with purple tracin
I put you out, we can end this at the gas station
Let’s do this now, not impressed, i’ma show you how

Chorus: kool keith (repeat 2x)

I’m seein robots, passin by, everyday (I’m seein robots!)
I’m seein robots, lah lah lah lah lah lah

I’m seein robots, passin by, everyday (I’m seein robots!)
You drive in hollywood, long hair, buick regal
License in california, id’s phony not illegal
Livin with roommates, you camp out, with paper plates
Broke panasonic speakers missin playin puff and mase
Clear up yo’ acne, girl what yo, how you act b
Call police up, tell them what? how you tried to smack me
I’m movin thorough on the freeway callin you on three way
Watchin my back got your friends all on instant replay
You say you married sewed your weave in, yo where’s your ring at?
Interscope records got your demo girl, where you sing at?
Pull out your masters, your dat’s, all you have is cats
Pet little turtles in your bedroom, enough for headroom
Usin your restroom when, company come, that’s your best room
I stay the dopest while you party hard, losin focus
Starin in mirrors combin hair, with the kids on welfare
I watch your mailbox like vietnam guerilla warfare
That’s not your real hair, rip credit cards, I don’t care
Liposuction, jenny craig, is yo’ introduction
Volkswagen fog up, your dirty engine boo smog up
You hit the malls and, with chip phones, makin calls and
I’m audi 5, yeah

Chorus

I’m seein robots, passin by, everyday (I’m seein robots!)
I’m seein -- goo goo gah gah, them ugly kids call me da-da
Missin they father while you try to pawn the ring and phones and
You probably jonzin, gettin greedy, eatin at tony rhome’s and
Stuffin your mouth out with fat pigs, you smokin cigs
Rip out your buttcrack, no bras out, to fit your back
Skinny legs, trip on, you get your grub and rip on
The dj spin the club is wack, yo they close at ten
They turned the lights on, I seen your mug, you looked bugged
Close your face, I see your rims, I know you freebase!

Chorus 3x

(I’m seein robots!) all you model robots
With mechanical legs, fake hips, implants
Little chips in your arms
Body movement, metal metallic, unpure
.. robots (little robots)
Stiff arms, kneecaps, oil (r-o-b-o-t)
(r-o-b-o-t) metal, robots
(little go go romance robots)
(little go go romance robots)

Dit is gaaf:

Ook gaaf is "Muziek voor je moeder" van Steen, mensen hier die al gehoord? Vooral Muziek voor je oma en Los van de vloer zijn hard

Zeker.