Der "Lines die ihr unbedingt teilen wollt"- Thread

PARALLEL DAZU TRETEN KINDER AUF MINEN

der beat ist neu wie crack in den eighties. crack, der letzte schrei. du wirst richtig high und zwar richtig schnell. ich verkauf es dir im hotel.

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gettin' money is the main reason most people wake up

Watt für rack ciddy - dieser tyga kann blasen kommen

Alle tot und dann gehts von vorn los,
alle wack wie whack mit h geschrieben von Weißen mit Cornrows.
Sonst alles in Ordnung. Milieumischling, Frankfurter Schule,
Haft oder Adorno,
aber nicht so wie Prinz Porno.

do some curls for the girls.

Du hast taktisch verkackt, wie ein schwarzer im solarium was praktisch nicht klappt!

zwischen schlampig und verklemmt gibts leider keinen grauton

Du unterforderst meinen Intellekt so dermaßen, nachdem ich dich rappen höre renn ich brüllend durch die Straßen schrei alle an und kaufe deine alben und könnte mich sogar mit deiner hoe unterhalten

Ich hab weder gute reime, noch gute vergleiche, denn deine wackness ist einfach mit nichts zu vergleichen

Deine bio-orientierte biedereske Art über den Beat zu rappen,
erinnert mich an scheiß gereimten Bibelsätzen,
also: geh mal weg piefke,
lass den zeck liegen.
Bau deinen Hippihoppidullis den Schema F-Remix.

^Noch nie gehört wie jemand Piefke sodermaßen piefke-isch ausgesprochen hat.

Magst du ein how-to-pronounce-piefke-vid uploaden?

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Bitteschön

lern mal deutsch

heast-des-haßt-beef-que-eura

Z-Ro on hanging with DJ Screw:

I remember he took me to the Cappa Beach Party and it was my first time going to some shit like that. At the time Screw was a celebrity like a muthafucka and he already downplayed that shit. He would never even trip off that shit. He was like "I'm gonna pick you up and we are gonna go to the beach party!" I was trying to get to the barbershop and get a fade right quick. He came to pick me up and before we even got out of Houston we was sippin lean like a muthafucka. Before we got out the neighborhood we was leanin like a muthafucka! I'm in the back seat leanin, there was someone in the back seat with me and he was leanin asleep and Shorty Mac was in the front passenger seat and Screw was driving. About 15-20 minutes into the ride I fell asleep. I woke up in the back seat and I was looking around. I looked to my right side because I was sitting right behind Screw and I looked at Grace and he was snoring. I look in the front seat at Shorty Mac and he was snoring and then I looked at Screw and he was snoring asleep and he was driving! The shit was so fucked up because Screw had his arms folded like he was the passenger or something, but he was driving. I couldn't do nothing but scream because we were about to go to the guard rail. We were in the middle of the bridge and the guard rail was getting closer and closer real fast. We were in the far left lane, but we were headed for the far right guard rail crossing the whole muthafuckin freeway. I was scared as a muthafucka!

Screw opened his eyes and he was so calm and cool! This nigga put his pinky finger on the steering wheel and got the car under control with his pinky finger. He looked in the rearview and smiled at me real fast. That was my first time going to the ghetto beach party and that whole weekend was full of shit like that. We were coming out of the room going to the Big Pokey concert down there and we were in the elevator all leanin. Once we get to the ground the doors open and we were all asleep in the elevator standing up. The police were standing right there when the doors opened up. They were like "Man, you are all on that shit, huh?" I was tryin to close the doors like a muthafucka! It was funny like a muthatfucka!