fucking rap songs

bitche$ here is my rap song hoes


its called bitches n hoes

yo its ya girl a-dizzle
fuckin ready for this shit?
i hope so. here we go:
i be all up in this bitch like a firecracka
spurtin off this dick and baracka-flacka
flames be backin it up wit a ratta-tatta
i'm bustin out these rhymes can't catch no slack - i'm
chillin at my crib waitin for my boy
he be playin fuckin games and i get annoyed
aint spendin no time wit his chick - i'll start a ploy
to get him off his games - played him like a toy
i'm cruisin in my ride doin fitty-two
in a thirty mile hour zone watchin for five-o
i'm tellin you bitches best be aware if you know what to do
cause i'll grab my .22 and fuckin find you
poppin all these pills flyin high right now
i call up my dealer - got to score somehow
bitches and hoes best be avoidin me now
cause i'll pop a cap in your ass and send it flyin out yo mouth






disclaimer:
i don't own firecrackas
i don't even know baracka flacka
i don't know how to bust rhymes
i [usually] don't mind when my boy plays games
i can't even drive right now
i don't own a .22
i don't do drugs
i don't know how to 'bust caps'



just wanted to be stereotypical.