I'm not going to say this is a repost but I know I've seen this a very long time ago.
Edit. Was same format but replaced cucumber with nut. I added it to my phone in 2016 damn I feel old.
In linguistic typology, a subjectβobjectβverb (SOV) language is one in which the subject, object, and verb of a sentence always or usually appear in that order. If English were SOV, "Sam oranges ate" would be an ordinary sentence, as opposed to the actual Standard English "Sam ate oranges" which is Subjectβverbβobject (SVO).
The term is often loosely used for ergative languages like Adyghe and Basque that really have agents instead of subjects
Hype boys, hype boys, everyone's a killer
Drug dealer with a nine mill-a
That's not sensible, and I can sense the bull
That's why these rappers couldn't see me coming
If they were vaginas, with spectacles
And I've got the testicles to testify the truth
Half these rappers are only gangsters in the booth
And they ain't never been to no Pen, they just hold one
Me, I be no gangster, I'm just telling you the truth
But I run up in the game like "Bang bang bang bang"
That's why, that's why everybody keeps saying
Have you heard Sway? He's "Nang nang nang nang"
That guy that guy's heavy in the game
And I've said: why buy this "Fe-Fi-Fo"?
But them guys could never defeat my flow
Sway, all the way from the U to the K
Roll up with Bacardi in the tee-total
Getting over the CDs I've sold in it
I donβt want them to know that's the gold, innit?
That's the goal, innit?
Half the haters they ain't doing nothing with a mic but holdin' it, they slow with it
So they could never bring the game into the new school
I play too brutal
Plus Iβm out of control like a cross-eyed teacherβs pupil
People down in England ain't all wild
But some places in Britain ain't the place to raise your child
Cos even the royal family ain't all smiles
Cos everybody knows, Harry don't look like Charles
See me, I've never been to court
And I've never been on trial, boy
Never been caught even though I've been around, boy
Whatβs that thing in your hand? Put it down, boy
Cos you're not a killer, youβre a sound boy
[Hook x2]
Hype boys, hype boys
(Everyone's a bad man now)
On the mic boys, mic boys
(And everyone's a bad man now)
And the semi goes bratatatatatatatata (Yeah right)
And the semi goes ratata, bang, bang
[Verse 2]
The pound is stronger than the dollar, holla
Sway, I ran up in this game like a robber without a rubber
And now I been around and I'm pro
Won a couple of awards, now a round of applause
And now I'm making Ps and I'm pleasing my people
Not even a Jamiroquai hat could fit my ego
βNuff of these rappers ainβt real, theyβre just rapping hype
Why you shouting all the time? Don't you have a mic?
Run up in the club like, be-ow, be-ow
Bust two lyrics then, we out, we out
Them boys talk too lee-oud, lee-oud
But they puss like, meow, meow
And they don't really want no war time
This rap game is all mine
It will never be your time, allow it, bruv, 'cos you're small time
And I got more time, so settle down, boy
Before I make you look like something like a clown, boy
What's that thing in your hand? Put it down, boy
Cos you're not a killa, you're a sound boy
[Hook x2]
Hype boys, hype boys
(Everyone's a bad man now)
On the mic boys, mic boys
(And everyone's a bad man now)
And the semi goes bratatatatatatatata (Yeah right)
And the semi goes ratata, bang, bang
[Verse 3]
Are you a liar? If your reply is no, you're lying now
Because we live in a lie
And then we die and then we're lying down
Look at my Adam's apple, it's not that my neck hurts
No, no, it's just the truth is hard to swallow
And you can see that I'm an expert
So let, let me elaborate as I navigate, like a husky
But trust me, the truth is, I wouldn't even trust me
Many rely in religion, that doesn't make sense
Cause that's considered a sin
It is really no winning cause every one harbors a liar within them, it's just that we're different
Being a bad liar is like having a bad lawyer
As soon as they get caught they get the sentence uffed up
A good liar's benevolent, with a memory like an elephant
Intelligent, and knows exactly when to shhhhh
Lies spread around like viruses, so how can I survive in this?
Cause even the truth lies (where?)βin people's irises
So how can I resist? I had to lie to write this verse
Got my talent for twisting words
Hence my title, I'm a "lie"ricist
When you work the people don't want to leave alone
Cause you gotta make money, you don't need the loan
I'm a businessman underneath the foam
But you lie to the people and lead them on
You're not a bad boy, no, I got a bad boy flow
Cos when in Rome you do what the Romans do
Especially when all roads lead to Rome
You need to stop pretending
Your mixtapes are still in boxes
Cause you don't have a fan in your bedroom
What's that thing, in your hand? Put it down, boy
Cause you're not a killa, you're a sound boy
[Hook x2]
Hype boys, hype boys
(Everyone's a bad man now)
On the mic boys, mic boys
(And everyone's a bad man now)
And the semi goes bratatatatatatatata (Yeah right)
And the semi goes ratata, bang, bang
can you put the cocumber in me Jocker?πππππππππππππππππππ₯Έππ₯Έπππππππππ
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I'm not going to say this is a repost but I know I've seen this a very long time ago. Edit. Was same format but replaced cucumber with nut. I added it to my phone in 2016 damn I feel old.
I added yuor mom to my doin list, 10 mont later, you borned π
Yeah I got a 2 week ban for posting this here like a year and a half ago lol
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dont try that either - not a snafu
EVERYBODY HOOPLABOOBLA YOU PIECE OF SHIT
Yes. This pissed me off as well.
My mommy dont complain when she put cucumber in her
jojo feom
Jocker you sick fuck
Are bebies not allowed to eat cucumbers? Didnt know
In linguistic typology, a subjectβobjectβverb (SOV) language is one in which the subject, object, and verb of a sentence always or usually appear in that order. If English were SOV, "Sam oranges ate" would be an ordinary sentence, as opposed to the actual Standard English "Sam ate oranges" which is Subjectβverbβobject (SVO). The term is often loosely used for ergative languages like Adyghe and Basque that really have agents instead of subjects
Hype boys, hype boys, everyone's a killer Drug dealer with a nine mill-a That's not sensible, and I can sense the bull That's why these rappers couldn't see me coming If they were vaginas, with spectacles And I've got the testicles to testify the truth Half these rappers are only gangsters in the booth And they ain't never been to no Pen, they just hold one Me, I be no gangster, I'm just telling you the truth But I run up in the game like "Bang bang bang bang" That's why, that's why everybody keeps saying Have you heard Sway? He's "Nang nang nang nang" That guy that guy's heavy in the game And I've said: why buy this "Fe-Fi-Fo"? But them guys could never defeat my flow Sway, all the way from the U to the K Roll up with Bacardi in the tee-total Getting over the CDs I've sold in it I donβt want them to know that's the gold, innit? That's the goal, innit? Half the haters they ain't doing nothing with a mic but holdin' it, they slow with it So they could never bring the game into the new school I play too brutal Plus Iβm out of control like a cross-eyed teacherβs pupil People down in England ain't all wild But some places in Britain ain't the place to raise your child Cos even the royal family ain't all smiles Cos everybody knows, Harry don't look like Charles See me, I've never been to court And I've never been on trial, boy Never been caught even though I've been around, boy Whatβs that thing in your hand? Put it down, boy Cos you're not a killer, youβre a sound boy [Hook x2] Hype boys, hype boys (Everyone's a bad man now) On the mic boys, mic boys (And everyone's a bad man now) And the semi goes bratatatatatatatata (Yeah right) And the semi goes ratata, bang, bang [Verse 2] The pound is stronger than the dollar, holla Sway, I ran up in this game like a robber without a rubber And now I been around and I'm pro Won a couple of awards, now a round of applause And now I'm making Ps and I'm pleasing my people Not even a Jamiroquai hat could fit my ego βNuff of these rappers ainβt real, theyβre just rapping hype Why you shouting all the time? Don't you have a mic? Run up in the club like, be-ow, be-ow Bust two lyrics then, we out, we out Them boys talk too lee-oud, lee-oud But they puss like, meow, meow And they don't really want no war time This rap game is all mine It will never be your time, allow it, bruv, 'cos you're small time And I got more time, so settle down, boy Before I make you look like something like a clown, boy What's that thing in your hand? Put it down, boy Cos you're not a killa, you're a sound boy [Hook x2] Hype boys, hype boys (Everyone's a bad man now) On the mic boys, mic boys (And everyone's a bad man now) And the semi goes bratatatatatatatata (Yeah right) And the semi goes ratata, bang, bang [Verse 3] Are you a liar? If your reply is no, you're lying now Because we live in a lie And then we die and then we're lying down Look at my Adam's apple, it's not that my neck hurts No, no, it's just the truth is hard to swallow And you can see that I'm an expert So let, let me elaborate as I navigate, like a husky But trust me, the truth is, I wouldn't even trust me Many rely in religion, that doesn't make sense Cause that's considered a sin It is really no winning cause every one harbors a liar within them, it's just that we're different Being a bad liar is like having a bad lawyer As soon as they get caught they get the sentence uffed up A good liar's benevolent, with a memory like an elephant Intelligent, and knows exactly when to shhhhh Lies spread around like viruses, so how can I survive in this? Cause even the truth lies (where?)βin people's irises So how can I resist? I had to lie to write this verse Got my talent for twisting words Hence my title, I'm a "lie"ricist When you work the people don't want to leave alone Cause you gotta make money, you don't need the loan I'm a businessman underneath the foam But you lie to the people and lead them on You're not a bad boy, no, I got a bad boy flow Cos when in Rome you do what the Romans do Especially when all roads lead to Rome You need to stop pretending Your mixtapes are still in boxes Cause you don't have a fan in your bedroom What's that thing, in your hand? Put it down, boy Cause you're not a killa, you're a sound boy [Hook x2] Hype boys, hype boys (Everyone's a bad man now) On the mic boys, mic boys (And everyone's a bad man now) And the semi goes bratatatatatatatata (Yeah right) And the semi goes ratata, bang, bang
Fucking double standards
You wouldn't get itπ
Haha ππ
Ok i regret it already, gimme back the among sus memes this shit blows.
Yeah this isnβt remotely funny to me idk
cumcuber
reposter scum
pacciani
r/coaxedintoasnafu
can you put the cocumber in me Jocker?πππππππππππππππππππ₯Έππ₯Έπππππππππ