I am fourteen, yet I am the master of writing rap. Put this to Ludacris's Saturday Ooooh Ooooh and you will be pleased. It's about this loser in my grade, lots of stuff in it is true.



[Chorus]
I gotta free trombone, small ice cream cone
Fell in water zone, Nick Laracuente
Nicky, icky, icky, icky
Ooooh, ooooh
Nicky, icky, icky, icky
Ooooh, ooooh
I am all alone, no one’s on the phone
Fell in water zone, Nick Laracuente
Nicky, icky, icky, icky
Ooooh, ooooh
Nicky, icky, icky, icky
Ooooh, ooooh

[Verse 1: Nick]
hit my head on the big stone floor, lost brain cells
I produce awful smells, awful smells
Nicky got a nigga bro, wit’ afro
My mama’s white though, How you know?
How you gonna act like my hair is clean
How you gonna act like I can sing?
I get sprayed with a watering thing.
but they don't never really wanna stop watering me.
Nick, Nack, nicky, neck they call me
and I’m just unhappy, as I can be
but I'm still here alive, as you can see
So, daddy come home and lap dance me, lap dance me
Now don't it sound absurd
People come and go as they flip them birds
People call me things you have never heard
I’m so cool, right. Sure.

[Chorus]

[Verse 2: Nick]
Not legal for the food in my locker to stay, that’s my bad
Eat till teeth fall out, says my dad
Kept a couple in but I hit them out Swallowed them whole, NICKY WHAT?!
How you gonna act like I comb my hair, how you gonna act like I actually care? How you gonna act like I don't get scared?
and scare a lot of people with my no tooth smile
If I recollect right then I like eating dirt
but, I guess with guys I enjoy to flirt
Now just wait, I believe I said something wrong
Oh yeah, you shouldn’t be listening to this song (to this song)
Don't I smell so good, in Southwest sauce smell better I could
Protect your house, I like eating wood
I come through flossin, cause they wish I would

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: Nick]
Nick Laracuente has to go
I’ll be back, just gonna take a crap, Too late Crap!
I just went and did it in my pants
think it ain't so, Take a glance!
How you gonna Act like I just didn’t crap
How you gonna act like I can’t not rap?
How you gonna act like I don't lick laps?
Black Big Brother, Meet me in the shack
Oh Nicky icky, I, Nicky Have to pee.
Oops too late, Look at this I again wet my pants
Must be fate, to go piss every chance I have
Oh GOD DAMNIT, When am I getting lap danced, You think I know?
Sorry bout the mood I show.
I’m so pissed off, cause I cannot go
Cause of me I turned snow yellow
I'll see you LATER in that big hell hole...

[Chorus: repeat 2x]


Tell me what you think.

You really are the master of writing rap.

Not the worst I've seen here but nowhere near "good"... And definatly not even coniserable of being "master" material... Pay your dues kid and you might get better... But don't be talkin' no master shit round here nyah mean?

Originally posted by -NinjaMic-
You really are the master of writing rap.

If anyone could find Saturday (Oooh! Oooh!) Instrumental by Ludacris I could post some audio. If someone finds it, tell me where to go please.

i wouldn't mind telling you where to go

PZ>

I could actually hear Luda singing some of this while I was reading it. I must say it was better than your other one

Suspension.