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Just thought I'd contribute to the myriads of white hip-hop. I introduce to you: RUFF OVALOAD!
This is all just for shits and giggles, lol. I know I can't rap. XD
Beat is Wat Pomp by Dj Hi Tek for Die Antwoord. Check em out!
That’s what you call an American, All White
Lower Middle Class spitting rhymes for the first time
Like I am the Mike Tyson of the rapping trade
Haters taking vocal uppercuts to their fucking face
Imma make you scream like a baby,
Imma make you cry like a lady,
Imma brake the bass on your stereo
My voice is scary, bro
I got no less flow
Then Progresso condensed soup
You got no damn clue
Whodunit in the basement with his kick-ass tunes
And who are you, dude?
(“that’s my tune!”)
Well, then why the fuck am I rapping over it, guy
Dude, get on my side
I’m fly like Lucy in the sky
I’m wider than a rhino
I'm so hot it’s like I’m chewin on a Zippo
You can have it back, though; the smoke hurts my throat
Can’t afford to make beats, can’t afford to be cool
The only good mic I got’s a friend I knew from high school
The only good lappie that I’ve got has some jizz stains
(Y’know, I Probably shouldn't have shared that information)
Uhm, anyway. I got a good education
Know my way around a book, know my way around a phrase
“What’s in a name?”: Shakespeare!
“Call me Ishmael”
(“Who the fuck cares?
Sing a damn song! Rap your fucking heart out!”)
Rip your fucking throat out?
(“Get my phone out!
Fat guy’s gonna spit shit! Dude, I gotta fucking film this shit!”)
“I like big butts and I cannot lie, shawteh”
(“Uhh, what the fuck was that?”)
“I’m just doing my thing, man”
That’s fucking that…
Can’t rap maybe but at least I’m trying man
oh, and damn right, I’m fucking phat
Enter the Ovaload, child of the Zodiac
Like pills to insomniacs, flame to pyromaniacs
A fistful of thumbtacks, a box of Hurts donuts
Get some everytime Ruff lays the flow on it
Ruff puts the show on it, Ruff lay the beat down
Ain’t no town big enough for Ruff, but he don’t slow down
It’s high noon, dude, ready for a showdown?
Explosive lyrical rounds give you a poundin
(Want more sound, bitch!)
I take it you’re not a fan of it?
Betta give the track to a bro who can fucking handle it
I think I got the hang of this rap shit!
(Finally!) So that’s it! Home free. That’s me. Imma Imma Imma be
Killing this lyrically
Maybe take this last bit off key?
Nah, that’s not right
Gonna step off the mic
Gotta cool off before I write another one of these hits
That’s my shit my abode
R Ovation, Ruff Ovaload