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scoochie boochie - i'm good at rapping lyrics

i’m supposed to boast
yeah, it’s okay when it’s rap
and i’m so verbose
got vocabulary out the ass
i propose a toast to myself
i don’t mean to brag but i’m better than everyone else
i’m the quickest with the witticisms
if you got a criticism
then you better keep it to yourself
i could chug a whole fifth of new amsterdam
have a stroke, still beat you at bananagrams
that’s the kinda man i am
i got too many rhymes like sam i am
one tit, two tit
red b+tch, blue b+tch
horton hears a ho and it’s you b+tch
yo man a eunuch
you need a new d+ck
listen to cupid, you know i’m
i’m the cutest
it’s useless to differ i’m gifted like rich kids on chirstmas
in yo girl mouth rich and hot like i’m swiss miss
i got a mistress, you say who is it?
convent employee
that’s nun of your business
get it?
sh+t i’m pretty witty
pretty women interested in me
clever letters got em wetter than the mississippi
only sign a contract if it’s written on a titty
and women instantly into me when they witness my similes
so i get it as frequently as a widow gets sympathy
i’m consistently intimate cuz my sentences simply
get em wetter than inlets in italy when it’s drizzling
i’m a capable speller
unmistakably stellar
forecast: ass whoopin
take an umbrella
i’m the imminent cold front
i’ma sit on the sofa
chillin sippin a cold one
while you slip in a coma
report card: i go home with these chicas
got the grade a d, you got the loneliest p+n+s
i had better flow than most when i was only a fetus
did a show while still in utero and sold an arena
i can do a handstand on a stanza
i’m about that independent clause call me santa
you been getting money that’s the one thing i’ll grant ya
but i know you got it in a card from yo grandmaaaa
you got served, tennis
i’m sick like tet+n+s
rich like dentist
d+ck like dennis
rodman, d+mn i got the rod man
big like memphis
in your mom’s ass
d+ck fit like tetris
and she next to me
got her spreadin’ buns open sesame
and she let me see everything
made your favorite meal
then she let me keep the recipe
had s+x in an elevator
it was inappropriate on many levels
i was going up she was going down
so i let her said i get off here
and then i nutted on her sweater
came in just under load capacity
y’all like wordplay? that was a masterpiece
somebody do the math for me
s+xtuple entendre, did it casually

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