Whos The Dirtiest, Nastiest Rapper In The Game?
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To Me Its Duke From Darkroom Familia, He Comes Up With Some Tight Shit About Alyssa Milano And Other Tight Songs like
Bitches Be Scandelous
She Looked 18
Nutting On Her Belly
Las Putas De Un Traficante
We Like It Shaved
I Wanna Fuck Alyssa Milano
I Still Wanna Fuck Alyssa Milano
A-1 Choca
Cockblockaz
Bitches Be Scandelous
She Looked 18
Nutting On Her Belly
Las Putas De Un Traficante
We Like It Shaved
I Wanna Fuck Alyssa Milano
I Still Wanna Fuck Alyssa Milano
A-1 Choca
Cockblockaz
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here are lyrics from the song by necro called "light my fire", read this and then try to say theres somebody nastier.
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Your tits are greased up
You better clean the yeast up
I like a clean slut
AIDS between your butt will get your spleen cut
I`ll bang you hard as I strangle you fuckin` you from an angle
That penetrates your anal prostate gland saliva dangle
To your mouth bitches that demand action get ramsacked
And cock jam-packed in thier twat bashin` the ass in
Or bitches into fashion, sinful passion
Puffin` hash in a bong trash dance in a thong
Cause hooker likes when people watch us fuck
So she could feel like she`s a porn star
Well she`s fuckin` me cause she`s starstruck
My tongue is in your crotchless panties
The tartness is sweet like starches in Starburst candy
Bitches hate me but they love a dick, inside thier slit
Where the glove fit, heating up like an oven lit
Your mine, your perfect, that`s the verdict
The pervert will vertically twist you and lick you while you jerk it
Work it you`re all babes doin` it
Bitches down to drink piss, fluid, plus manure shit
[Chorus]
Come on baby, light my fire (suck my dick)
Come on baby, light my fire (show me your tits)
Try to set the night on fire (rub your clit)
Girl we couldn`t get much higher (you`re a fuckin` twit)
What constitutes you bein a prostitute
You lickin` doodie shoots, for lots of loot till you gotta puke
Drinkin` up shots of fluid, even if you don`t wanna do it
You`ll be a true whore once you get through the manure
A whole piece down your esophagus, what an accomplishment
Everyone should awknowledge it you`re a pig that could swallow shit
We`ve got different opinions
You feel women should be christians
Sitting home knitting and watching children
I feel women should be stripping and sinning
Syringes in em` trippin` while thier pimp brain washes them in a building
You OD`d now you`re hooked up to an intravenous
It`s a minor inconvenience, from the hospital bed you`ll suck penis
You`re not exempt, from being a wench
As long as both of your lips are ****??
You could be dead and I`ll still pay my rent
You`ll eat the doodie from a swollen bowel
A putrid, long, stinky piece that`s brown like Colin Powell
[Chorus]
Mariah
You`re on fire
You`re syphilis,infected clitoris
Is burnin` with desire
(wink wink)
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Your tits are greased up
You better clean the yeast up
I like a clean slut
AIDS between your butt will get your spleen cut
I`ll bang you hard as I strangle you fuckin` you from an angle
That penetrates your anal prostate gland saliva dangle
To your mouth bitches that demand action get ramsacked
And cock jam-packed in thier twat bashin` the ass in
Or bitches into fashion, sinful passion
Puffin` hash in a bong trash dance in a thong
Cause hooker likes when people watch us fuck
So she could feel like she`s a porn star
Well she`s fuckin` me cause she`s starstruck
My tongue is in your crotchless panties
The tartness is sweet like starches in Starburst candy
Bitches hate me but they love a dick, inside thier slit
Where the glove fit, heating up like an oven lit
Your mine, your perfect, that`s the verdict
The pervert will vertically twist you and lick you while you jerk it
Work it you`re all babes doin` it
Bitches down to drink piss, fluid, plus manure shit
[Chorus]
Come on baby, light my fire (suck my dick)
Come on baby, light my fire (show me your tits)
Try to set the night on fire (rub your clit)
Girl we couldn`t get much higher (you`re a fuckin` twit)
What constitutes you bein a prostitute
You lickin` doodie shoots, for lots of loot till you gotta puke
Drinkin` up shots of fluid, even if you don`t wanna do it
You`ll be a true whore once you get through the manure
A whole piece down your esophagus, what an accomplishment
Everyone should awknowledge it you`re a pig that could swallow shit
We`ve got different opinions
You feel women should be christians
Sitting home knitting and watching children
I feel women should be stripping and sinning
Syringes in em` trippin` while thier pimp brain washes them in a building
You OD`d now you`re hooked up to an intravenous
It`s a minor inconvenience, from the hospital bed you`ll suck penis
You`re not exempt, from being a wench
As long as both of your lips are ****??
You could be dead and I`ll still pay my rent
You`ll eat the doodie from a swollen bowel
A putrid, long, stinky piece that`s brown like Colin Powell
[Chorus]
Mariah
You`re on fire
You`re syphilis,infected clitoris
Is burnin` with desire
(wink wink)
Artist: Cage
Album: Agent Orange 12"
Title: Agent Orange
Verse One: Cage
I'm Against the Machine like Rage; bitches say, "I hate you Cage!"
After circle jerks, I wash my hands off and do dirt
Sick with a smirk, plus I be disturbed
Fucked the first two bitches like dogs and I jacked off on the third
I'm obvious oblivion but that's my science
Fuck your head up like corn rows put in by blind giants
Haven't been with it, since the last corpse kidded
Wore a blood stained smile, and told the cop, "He did it!"
Of course the most raw throughout the 9-1-4, 1-0-9-4-0
Got you beat shook like Doc Moreau
Pour beer out for yourself because you're walkin dead
I'll burn your house down like a fuckin Talking Head
And get high like fuck, and pick apart my brain
Disections [HA!] may [HA!] mentally [HA!] cause [HA!] infections
Break you with inventions, sick intentions
Leave most MC's lost in my sentence
I'm strictly, beyond and back, come and get me
Hemotopine, left from a lip like a hickie
Leak smoke got me ready to murder a rookie
Killers on your block tuck in they dicks like Tootsie
Come and witness what your shit missed
Watch the glock kiss, Little Sis' wetter like a Baptist
Inconvinence; dilemma, like sitting on, Venus
with no shuttle, treeless
Try and pick apart some Agent Orange perception
Catch frontal lobe damage and not manage correction
I smell leak smoke, left by the anonymous
Beats fall back, til life die when I'm embalmin this
Come around and get yo' ass shot to clusters
I'ma play the injuns with the arrows you be Custard's.. back
I write upon ya, divorce your head and neck then scalp it
Rip off all your flesh and make a outfit
Verse Two: Cage
I survived abortion; got mushed in that canister shaped coffin
til stolen ("that bitch") from the garbage I was tossed in
Instincts, snatch your cream like links
Blow shotguns through the sky, make an E.T.I. chink
See me twistin leak with my peeps from psychiatrics
Get high, run up in ya crib and fuck ya moms backwards
Lost in the dust, don't give a fuck about dangerous
I'm in it for the whip, plus the cream and the head.. rush
Ready to bust any trick that talk slick
Know a crew of devils in my head that force me to walk..
with, Death in my pocket for the curious
At your execution see twelve faces of Jesus in your jury list
Orange Agent, shit on the vagrant
Caught you in the alley by yourself and left your head vacant
Dare you sample, some of the stress in my life
Give an MC brain surgery with butterfly knives
For all you cunts that try to spit with your bitch clique behind ya
Wake up in the mornin with a horsehead beside ya
Ma Dukes is just a cherry on top
Spendin G's on quacks to try an fix my Clock
I caught the quick lock, buggin in the institution
Whatever sanity was left, caught the execution
Psychological pollution, they stickin me with Thorazine solution
Shootin at the sky lookin for Godly retribution
And I can almost see clear
I start buggin like a insect and lay larvae in ya ear
Agent Orange stompin on MC corpse slim circle body part
Call murder scenes abstract art
Split your sweet prayers since the horror show with infra-red
Boots get planted in chest there for the misled
Lay it down for naps in the dirt, just like Clockwork
Undress your ghost while your brain's takin a squirt
Chorus
Album: Agent Orange 12"
Title: Agent Orange
Verse One: Cage
I'm Against the Machine like Rage; bitches say, "I hate you Cage!"
After circle jerks, I wash my hands off and do dirt
Sick with a smirk, plus I be disturbed
Fucked the first two bitches like dogs and I jacked off on the third
I'm obvious oblivion but that's my science
Fuck your head up like corn rows put in by blind giants
Haven't been with it, since the last corpse kidded
Wore a blood stained smile, and told the cop, "He did it!"
Of course the most raw throughout the 9-1-4, 1-0-9-4-0
Got you beat shook like Doc Moreau
Pour beer out for yourself because you're walkin dead
I'll burn your house down like a fuckin Talking Head
And get high like fuck, and pick apart my brain
Disections [HA!] may [HA!] mentally [HA!] cause [HA!] infections
Break you with inventions, sick intentions
Leave most MC's lost in my sentence
I'm strictly, beyond and back, come and get me
Hemotopine, left from a lip like a hickie
Leak smoke got me ready to murder a rookie
Killers on your block tuck in they dicks like Tootsie
Come and witness what your shit missed
Watch the glock kiss, Little Sis' wetter like a Baptist
Inconvinence; dilemma, like sitting on, Venus
with no shuttle, treeless
Try and pick apart some Agent Orange perception
Catch frontal lobe damage and not manage correction
I smell leak smoke, left by the anonymous
Beats fall back, til life die when I'm embalmin this
Come around and get yo' ass shot to clusters
I'ma play the injuns with the arrows you be Custard's.. back
I write upon ya, divorce your head and neck then scalp it
Rip off all your flesh and make a outfit
Verse Two: Cage
I survived abortion; got mushed in that canister shaped coffin
til stolen ("that bitch") from the garbage I was tossed in
Instincts, snatch your cream like links
Blow shotguns through the sky, make an E.T.I. chink
See me twistin leak with my peeps from psychiatrics
Get high, run up in ya crib and fuck ya moms backwards
Lost in the dust, don't give a fuck about dangerous
I'm in it for the whip, plus the cream and the head.. rush
Ready to bust any trick that talk slick
Know a crew of devils in my head that force me to walk..
with, Death in my pocket for the curious
At your execution see twelve faces of Jesus in your jury list
Orange Agent, shit on the vagrant
Caught you in the alley by yourself and left your head vacant
Dare you sample, some of the stress in my life
Give an MC brain surgery with butterfly knives
For all you cunts that try to spit with your bitch clique behind ya
Wake up in the mornin with a horsehead beside ya
Ma Dukes is just a cherry on top
Spendin G's on quacks to try an fix my Clock
I caught the quick lock, buggin in the institution
Whatever sanity was left, caught the execution
Psychological pollution, they stickin me with Thorazine solution
Shootin at the sky lookin for Godly retribution
And I can almost see clear
I start buggin like a insect and lay larvae in ya ear
Agent Orange stompin on MC corpse slim circle body part
Call murder scenes abstract art
Split your sweet prayers since the horror show with infra-red
Boots get planted in chest there for the misled
Lay it down for naps in the dirt, just like Clockwork
Undress your ghost while your brain's takin a squirt
Chorus
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