a pretty cool rap... Anyone else got custom raps?

Intro (talking)
Ay yo, some of you might get this.
Than again some of you might just fumble this.
One things for sure, with the lord as my witness...

verse one
You nigguhs go on an fly the coup,
I’ma be in my bentley coup,
you haters can’t stop me.
you can barely see me.
Cause I can’t be seen in battle.
You pussies, go on shake that baby rattle.
You a bunch of mice, in the snake pit,
And we motherfuckin hungry.

Chorus
Money is a bitch, an’ ya’ll throwin’ her down the drain..
While I got my hand up her dress, makin her go insane.
She gets so wet, and makes me so hard.
But if i blow my load, that bitch just might explode.

verse 2
Down for battle, I’ll rap a round ya.
You think you good at the money game?
Bitch i export nukes for fun,
And what’s money to a silo.
You nigguhs so Hi-Lo,
I only play P.L.O.
Only pussies play with low hands.
So watch out for these dead hands.

Chorus
Money is a bitch, an’ ya’ll throwin’ her down the drain..
While I got my hand up her dress, makin her go insane.
She gets so wet, and makes me so hard.
But if i blow my load, that bitch just might explode.







Interlude (talking)
Call this part halftime
Cause I’ma break time in half
It’s all just part of my craft.
While ya’ll are workin your asses off.
I’ma just be here chillin, an’ when I get there,
I’ma put my kicks up on your desk an say...

verse 3
You nigguhs just a suckers bet.
I’ll sucker punch ya like Mike Tyson
And clean your blood up with a dyson.
You nigguhs think i ever sin?
You foolin’ ya self Mr Jacobsin.
Fuck around and get ya head bust in.
Who the fuck you kiddin?
You couldn’t bust a grape in a fruit fight.

Chorus
Money is a bitch, an’ ya’ll throwin’ her down the drain..
While I got my hand up her dress, makin her go insane.
She gets so wet, and makes me so hard.
But if i blow my load, that bitch just might explode.

verse 4
For the dumb fucks that didn’t get the hi-lo
Go an hedge your bets with Lord Milo.
Its okay with me cause it’s all my doe.
Cause I’m coming for it, just without ya tho.
I’m Einstein in the game, Superstrings.
I’m the motherfucking scientific superman.
Fuck your plans, I’m the motherfucking man.
The test is comin, so mutherfucking cram.

Chorus
Money is a bitch, an’ ya’ll throwin’ her down the drain..
While I got my hand up her dress, makin her go insane.
She gets so wet, and makes me so hard.
But if i blow my load, that bitch just might explode.




Exit (talking)
When I leave this game,
Shit wont ever be the same,
Shits definitely gonna change.
ya’ll think I’m insane.
But ya better pray
That I don’t ever switch lanes.