Girl I know you got no hair I know that you just don't care You used to have a mop on top But now you keep it in a box Suddenly your head is bare Lying there upon your bed 'Cos now that you have got no hair You're known round these parts as 'Slap Head' You have a head just like Duncan Goodhew It is so shiny bare and smooth At least you don't have to buy more shampoo Oh say you'll always be my baldy, we can make it shine All we need is polish and it willl come up like pine Bald-headed woman, bald-headed woman for me (bald head) Bald-headed woman (bald-headed woman) Bald-headed woman for me Slap-head, slap-head Bald-headed woman Slap-head, slap-head This should calm you down
1. This will go nowhere 2. Email the devs: support@athinkingape.com 3. Ditch the hash tags. This is not twitter.
This bad rap will calm you down I didn't forget I play your mom like a war vet I don't need to rap To slap... You into next week Your raps are weak I make girls go eak Go take a leak Hey you smell that It's called victory its where I'm at Don't like that? Well tough titties I'm all that Your girl ain't got game I make her oh without any fame I don't need to rap ***** Ill cut you up into my next sandwich I don't care anymore Go back to yo whore There's the door You try to mess with me I will end your world You'll end up walkin dead merl'd
Everybody step back I'm 'bout to drop some poetry here Your meter is **** And your lyrics make me leer You should be glad that I'm bored And even deigned to reply 'Cause your "rap" is godawful But gold star, you tried. You'd make my mom giggle She's into older guys And your maturity level? Is that of a kid of five. I don't need a guy to make me 'Cause I've already got it made You should just leave now Go on and walk to your grave. You can't touch my world I've already hit the sky Wave from the ground, babe C'mon and just say goodbye You can't touch me 'Cause I don't care for anyone You tried to burn me, sugar But I've already won. -- That was fun to write. I'm a bit rusty on free verse poetry but there you go.
You calling me out you piece of **** As you can see I'm physically fit Your raps are **** It's time you quit I'm having fun Beating this bum Keep laughing I'll be rapping (As you can see I'm bad as well)
Mm, sorry I was gone. Went to grab a bite. -- ***** please, my ass? Is one ten percent mine. Learn to write proper verse Use a metronome, keep time. Your "physical fitness" Has addled your brain Your wits are all scrambled And your rhymes are just lame. Learn to keep with a theme, You can't focus at all Your ego is large And not prepared for the fall You can't call yourself a rapper Your timing came from hell And I'm about to send you back there With a Supernatural spell. You think your petty jokes are insults? Well I hate to let you down But in this pile of stupidity You're about to drown Do you even have a personality? It's all immature jokes Now put your drink down, honey You're about to get choked. Yes, me, I'm callin' you out This little asian girl's got guts What are you gonna do now? I'm barely five feet tall And I'm 'bout to kick your ass. So gimme a real burn, babe Not some brand of middle school class. -- Alright, Candi out. Real life calls.