-> "Rap Songs"
Original Song Title:
"Rap Game"
Parody Song Title:
"Rap Songs"
The Lyrics
These rap songs, PAR 101
One of the hardest that you'll ever make
You can't learn this anytime overnight
You ready to read this rap parody?
You ready to vote me low? hahahaha
This rap song will drive you insane
I'm a disturbed person, I became crazy
A big mistake when you made me
Been called scarier than Wes Craven
And you ain't even gotta tell me
It's like I'm reminded by people daily
Just face me, dude it's over, be gone fast
worse than Stone Cold opens a can of whoop ass
Your mouth gets shut with harsh words, what's music
Just try rappin', may or may not, just don't abuse it
It happens, people are wack, and I lose it
A nasty mind, I'll blow three girls at the same time
Know that's right got bigger than most guys boast about
It's become realer, in fact better than the pills
Than a drug dealer, but they always talk smack
To girls I ain't gotta mack, it's easy like rap
And I'm blessed for that, don't mistaken me jack
Be with all the pack and that's a straight up fact
I got banned, but I ain't said enough to pipe down
I'm off now, 'cause my service got wiped out
I wish some of yous would have got sniped out
Lights out, close your eyes, goodnight now
Put what you have to say below this site down
Think for a minute if I ever died down
That I won't go to my other username right now
And say whatevers on my mind at this time now
I'm for freedom of speech, screw the messageboards
Say what's on my mind with a parody of some sort
What have I done? Once again, now back for more
Took away my fun, now what the hell for
Can't tell me what I can and cannot say
Switchnames, with a little twist to switchnames
Switch from thread to thread and I'm the one to blame
Twist words like a pretzal or pepsi lemonade
Things just don't change to this day
I'm this way, still tell that itch-bay crewsball-ay
Siks-ay my sas-ay, excuse my dab-ay umoth-ay
But uck-fay you spairh-ray
[Chorus]
These rap songs, these rap songs
I love makin' these parody rap songs
For you to get a kick out of these rap songs
Oh no, not again, have I done something wrong (x2)
I gotta stop drinkin', but the alcohol calling me
Whenever I get drunk my friends become sick of me
Because I beat up whoever picks on me
These annoying people just get to me
I'm sayin' you no talent peeps don't know me, quit playin'
If I'm mad then I'm breakin' all the bones, start prayin'
You know, we all do this because we have no life
I look at this, ad now everyone wants to write
So why should I ever vote for a song
If they wrote what I wrote, but I'm doing this wrong?
Ok, I give, you can say that I'm weak
But that won't stop me from writing down my thoughts every week
I get an idea and just start writin'
Right after that I got to double check it and then
make sure I haven't made any mistakes
I started a parody for American Pie
Had to rip it up and throw it away, why?
It was for the September twenty-third game
Our record zero and two
Past two years got to bring something new
A new QB, with a throw of an arm
Here's a warning, get up in the morning
Set the alarm clock to catch the kick-off for surely
The die hard fan, always, call me the fanatic
Big rivalries and you don't know the half of it
Believe me, I do these rap songs, fo' sheazy
Make Makin' these hits look easy
Everytime you come here, see me, and hear me
Believe me, before I switch the style in 3D
Forget about a peace treaty
Ban me off of everywhere to get rid of me, believe me
I submit my lyrics so you can hear them first
Being absurd, original song twistin' words
I finally seen the streets around Hollywood
The streets and dreams have nothing in common
All that's there is the Kodak Theater
TrizecHahn Corporation is the creator
Where I lived, Moreno Valley
california, it's known as Moron Valley
The Inland Empire, Riverside, C-A
San Bernardino, Temecula, the C-A
Drive twenty on the freeway, get out of the fast lane
The car pool lane, going slow I go so insane
I'm so forsaken mistaken
I wrote a song and misplaced it
That's why I haven't been submitting lately
Got into an argument, who's the best artist
Now everyone's mad 'cause I became the largest
I steal all the beats but write my own raps
I seem to be good, but I don't have a contract
Seemed to always be voted low, why
I don't know, been throw out of my own show
My mother, never wanted me to repeat the lyrics
So I turned the volume down so she doesn't hear it
If that don't work I'll probaly get grounded
Hahahaha, back to the chorus
[Chorus]
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How Funny: | 2.6 | |
Overall Rating: | 3.0 | |
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Total Votes: | 33 |
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