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silvaski - rt #2 rap lyrics

yes indeed this is the frightening route 2 rap
these lyrics come like lightning and leave you zapped
these words that i bust, that i thrust will make you cr-p (potty mouth)
stomp on you like a gnat
wipe you off on my place mat
yo, gio’, add to that base, asap
i’m the best because i drive kids to south, screw west
my name be mary
my traits include the traitor who is all about fame and tearing
i shred, tear, and rip
rap tighter than katty perry, that inbred ho ain’t sh-t (potty mouth)
she ain’t cr-p, gabby, i’m trying to take a nap, you be keeping me awake
freshmen can’t sit in the back no more, not past seat eight
(don’t you mean 9)
yeah, sure, whatever homie, fine
i’ll soon be watching the tape, to make sure that you all have behaved
hate me? want to drive over me with my own bus?
well i am too great, too great for you to touch!

[chorus]
this is route two, no food or drink allowed
i think that you need to come on down!
turn off the volumes for your games
it be driving me insane
hey, you can’t get off here, this ain’t yo house
(i’ll get off wherever the f-ck i want to, b-tch!)
potty-mouth (outh outh outh)

[verse 2]
fool
you cannot put your window down before you leave the school
can’t play music out loud no more
it’s a new rule
obey it, you cannot change it
you cannot debate it
sorry missy, those are reserved seats
one through four are taken
what the-?! why is the bus shakin’?
gio, stop rocking the bus, sit down you jamaican
or what ever your race is
i apologize if i am mistaken
i’m such a beast, other bus drivers be hatin’
here we go again, crusin’ by denny’s
i make millions of this stuff
you make the pennies
people p-ssing me at this intersection
starting to offend me
outta the aisle
mary, put on some country music, turn up the volume dial
these freshmen, they’re such childs
i like my barbecue sauce mild
better calm down there in the back
don’t screw with me, just don’t beef
that’s it, you guessed it, you get a front seat
yo, gio, no leaning over the seat
i’m going to olympics for this rap
rio, twenty-sixteen!

[chorus]

[verse 3]

corey.. corey…. corey!
“sorry” why did you ignore me
i was playing flappy bird, i was scoring
well do it again and you’ll be sent to principles office to share your story
caleb maskal?
what do you want, -ssh0l-?
chaz told – me that you drew a p-n-s on the seat
young man, you are suspended from the bus for a week
oh dear
who had a carrot war here?
i’m watching the tape, a-hah
is was these two freshmen queers
no more sitting in the rear
you’ll be sitting up in the front, near – me
i’m a beast with these lyrics, fear me
bodey, feet out of the seat
motherf-cker, i’m this generation’s mc
it is the best if you don’t test me
who here in back made a mess, gee
i cannot have this, for it ages the bus
this bus- this bus must be kept clean!

[chorus]

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