Capt'n Rap
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[edit] Origin
Goodrich and Hunkeler got extremely bored one night and did a little creative writing. Gwizdala liked the random lyrics so much that he suggested singing it. He eventually created a beat, and added a voice recording of Goodrich to an original score.
[edit] Where to get it
- MP3 Streaming Format (right-click, Save As)
- ZIP Compressed Format
[edit] Lyrics
Turn my motherfuckin' headphones up Goody, bring the patient in It's time to have a beat down on the go When we have the heat coming from below-ow-ow. Julian Higgins makes the niggas start shittin' Alright, here we go. Julian Higgins makes the niggas start shittin' Up in the house where sweet Andrea be kickin' He's such a pimp that in her ass be stickin' Makin' her scream and gobble like chicken (Laughter) Pickin' his cock up off the floor it be hanging Suckin' it down like the Slim-Fast she be shakin' ''Oh god -- It's only half rhythms'' As a new director his shit ain't fakin' He nuts on her face for the movie he's makin' But smacks the bitch up so the next mornin' he's achin' But beats her ass again when she don't make no bacon He does drive-by shootings with MG42 Shoot yo ass up and test yo fortitude And throws a grenade on your corpse to make sure there's no more of you He spreads death like he spreads butter All warm and thick Kind of like your mother Away from the hood he be stayin' To rack up those hoes from that ass he be spankin' Makin' a film about the pressures of life Stickin' hot coal up your ass will suffice; so he does He also needs you to scream like a panzy At least that's why his dick's in a frenzy while he fucks your sister My nigga J.H. will make ya body quake When he steps in the room, the room dun quakes He pimps them bitches and their thirst for cum slakes Don't make no mistake, this nigga ain't fake He robs banks with rakes, and stops tanks with snakes He's got a pet boa constrictor Wait, or that's just his dick At least that's what Tina said And she always exaggerates head But this one time I think she's for real Because I threatened that bitch with stainless steel To tell me the truth about her Higgins meal. The end. Get up Get up Get up That's how we roll in the 3rd ID My bitches My hoes My Captain Love straight from me, to you; homies!
