I made the change from a common thief

To up close and personal with Robin Leach

And I’m far from cheap, I smoke skunk with my peeps all day Spread love, it’s the Brooklyn way

I’m sorry, Puff, but I don’t give a fuck
If this chick was my own mother, I’d still fuck her with no rubber
And cum inside her and have a son and a new brother
At the same time and just say that it ain’t mine—what’s my name?

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“I take seven kids from columbine, stand’em all in line, add an ak-47 a revolver, a nine, a mac-11 and it’ll solve a problem of mine and that’s a whole school of bully’s shot up all at one time.”

So this lyric is notable, not just for being edgy, but also because it was a product of it’s time. It was published during the height of tipper gore and hillary clinton trying to appease the “moral majority” by attempting to censor rap music which is called out in the album.

Ultimately the lyric is self-censored because while the artist could have gotten away with it, the label was playing it safe, even though nothing about the lyric would have tripped the moral panic alarm. After all the rapper was white referencing a white event.

One of my favorites from Oh Bo by Bo Burnham:
Pull it out, stick it in your mouth, and I bust in the back of ya
Swallow bitch, there’s people starving in Africa

Real Gs move in silence like lasagna.

Real Gs move in silence like lasagna.

I was raised in the city…shitty…ever since i was an iddy biddy kiddy drinking liquor out my mama’s tiddy.

Picture this I’m a bag of dicks Put me to your lips I am sick I will punch a baby bear in his shit

I like big butts and I cannot lie

Or

when a girl walks in with an itty bitty waist and a round thing in your face you get sprung

Really that whole song is a masterpiece.

interior crocodile alligator, I drive a Chevrolet movie the-atre

One for the money, two for the better green / 3-4-methylenedioxymethamphetamine

Head to Bali, smoking cuban cigars, And we fuck up the party like acoustic guitars

“fuck up the party like acoustic guitars” always cracked me up so much.

Milk is chillin, what more can I say.

Déjà vu abducting
Sticky psyche touching
So many sensory
Dripping dripping splashing splashing happening
Already
Now, now, Billy, not really