Tied up, lynched is no joke! Mafia in our face, get us out of this town. Ain't having the luck that I anticipated. Probably means I'm getting n1'd. Yeah, I’m out!
Dear Mac, I meant to skype you sooner, but I just been busy, you said Golbolco’s pregnant now, how far along is she? Look, I'm really flattered you would call your daughter that and here's an autograph for your brother I wrote it on a MAGA cap. I'm sorry I didn't see you in the chat, I must've missed you, don't think I did that sh*t intentionally just to diss you. But what's this sh*t you said about you like to slur in chat too? I say that sh*t just clowning, dawg, come on, how f*cked up is you? You got some issues, Mac, I think you need some counselin' to help your a$$ from bouncin' off the walls when you get down some. And what's this sh*t about us meant to be together? That type of sh*t'll make me not want us to meet each other. I really think you and your banned friend need each other, or maybe he just needs to treat you better. I hope you get to read this letter. I just hope it reaches you in time before you hurt yourself. I think that you'll be doing just fine if you relax a little, I'm glad I inspire you, but Mac, why are you so mad? Try to understand that I do want you as a fan! I just don't want you to do some crazy sh*t; I seen this one sh*t on the news a couple weeks ago that made me sick. Some dude was drunk and drove his car over a bridge and had Golbolco in the trunk, and she was pregnant with her kid. And in the car they found a URL, but they didn't say what it linked to. Come to think about it, his name was… it was you… Damn...
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Dear Mr. I'm-Too-Good-to-Call-or-Write-My-Fans, this'll be the last message I ever send your a$$. It's been six months and still no word – I don't deserve it? I know you got my last two PMs, I wrote the usernames on 'em perfect. So this is my vocaroo I'm sending you, I hope you hear it. I'm in the car right now, I'm doing 90 on the freeway. Hey, Morg, I drank a fifth of vodka, you dare me to drive? You know the song by Phil Collins, "In the Air of the Night"? About that guy who could've saved that other guy from drownin' but didn't, then Phil saw it all, then at a show he found him? That's kinda how this is, you could've rescued me from drowning. Now it's too late, I'm on a thousand downers now, I'm drowsy. And all I wanted was a lousy PM or a call, I hope you know I ripped all of your pictures off the wall. I loved you, man, we could've been together – think about it! You ruined it now, I hope you can't sleep and you dream about it. And when you dream I hope you can't sleep and you scream about it. I hope your conscience eats at you and you can't breathe without me. See, Be--shut up, b*tch! I'm tryin' to talk! Hey, ‘bop, that's Golbolco screamin' in the trunk. But I didn't slit her throat, I just tied her up, see, I ain't like you, ‘cause if she suffocates she'll suffer more and then she'll die too. Well, gotta go, I'm almost at the bridge now, oh sh*t, I forgot, how am I supposed to send this sh*t out?
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Dear 'bop, you still ain't called or wrote, I hope you have a chance. I ain't mad, I just think it's f*cked up you don't answer fans. If you didn't want to talk to me in tiramisu you didn't have to, but you could've done a vocaroo for Herredy. That's my little brother, man, he's only six years old, we waited in the dead lobby chat for you for four hours, and you just said "no". That's pretty sh*tty, man, you're like his f*cking idol, he wants to be just like you, man, he likes you more than I do. I ain't that mad though, I just don't like being lied to. Remember when we met in 'vivor? You said if I'd skype you, you would skype back. See, I'm just like you in a way; I never liked Jamal neither, he used to always cheat at mafia and beat me. I can relate to what you're saying in your threads, so when I have a sh*tty day, I post away and you respond. ‘Cause I don't really got sh*t else, so that sh*t helps when I'm depressed. I even got a tattoo of your name across the chest. Sometimes I even slur in chat to see you tell me off, it's like adrenaline, the scorn is such a sudden rush for me. See everything you say is real and I respect you ‘cause you tell it. My girlfriend's jealous ‘cause I talk about you 24/7, but she don't know you like I know you, Morg, no one does, she don't know what it was like for people like us growin' up. You gotta call me, man, I'll be the biggest fan you'll ever lose, sincerely yours, Mac P.S. We should play together too.
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Dear Bebop, I PMed you, but you still ain't respondin', I left my skype, my twitter and my discord at the bottom. I sent two messages back in autumn, you must not've got 'em, there probably was a problem with the cloudflare or somethin'. Sometimes I scribble usernames too sloppy when I jot 'em, but anyways, f*ck it, what's been up, man? How's your girlfriend? My best friend's banned too, I'm 'bout to be appealin', if I have a daughter, guess what I'ma call her? I'ma name her Morgan. I read about your bro Equity too, I'm sorry, I had a friend get banned 'cause of some mod who didn't like him. I know you probably hear this every day but I'm your biggest fan, I even got the underground raps that you did with San. I got a room full of your posters and your pictures, man, I hate the sh*t with Jimbei too, she stabbed your back. Anyways, I hope you get this, man, hit me back just to chat, truly yours, your biggest fan, this is Mac.
I miss the old Bebop, straight from the cold Bebop Hanging with the trolls Bebop, set on his goals Bebop I hate the new Bebop, the bad mood Bebop The always rude Bebop, acting so subdued Bebop I miss the sweet Bebop, always upbeat Bebop I gotta say, at that time I'd like to meet Bebop See I invented Bebop, it wasn't any Bebops And now I look and look around and there's so many Bebops I used to love Bebop, I used to love Bebop I even had the dumb hair, I thought I was Bebop What if Bebop made a song, about Bebop? Called "I Miss The Old Bebop," man that would be so Bebop That's all it was Bebop, we still love Bebop And I love you like Bebop loves sandbox
this one?
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bebop where's your rap it's my favorite
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I feel like Meek Mill when Drake dragged his azz...
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I know a lot of btiches but Moomo ain't one
He's too low to be my btich, disgrace of a son
Posts nothing worth reading, nothing that's fun
Btich azz Moomo ain't worth the time of anyone
Throws up stupid sheit think'n he funny
Spamming gifs think'n he clever
Try'n-to be someone, but he ain't never
So what should he do? Self-delete foreva?
The bytes to do that aint even worth the endeavor
He should cut his power cord and dissapear forever
But little Moomo won't do that, for he's a coward
And cowards know best, they're never put to the test
He should cut his power cord and dissapear forever
But little Moomo won't do that, for he's a coward
And cowards know best, they're never put to the test
Of courage and worth, instead they posts puns
And continue being a disgrace of a son
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His palms spaghetti, knees weak, arms spaghetti There's vomit on his sweater spaghetti, mom's spaghetti He's nervous, but on the surface he looks calm spaghetti to drop bombs, But he keeps on spaghetti what he wrote down, The whole crowd goes spaghetti He opens his mouth, but spaghetti won't come out He's choking how, everybody's joking now spaghetti run out, time's up, over, bloah! Snap back to spaghetti, Oh there goes spaghetti Oh, there goes spaghetti, bloah He's so mad, but he won't give up spaghetti, no.
Make me spaghetti, as we move toward a new world order A normal sweater is boring, but mom's spaghetti's close to post mortem It only grows harder, spaghetti grows hotter He vomits all over. spaghetti's all on him Coast to coast shows, he blows his own daughter He only grows harder, only grows hotter He goes home and barely knows his own mom's spaghetti there's vomit on his mom's spaghetti His hoes don't want him no more, he's cold spaghetti They moved on to the next schmoe who flows man he knows his palms are sweaty ope hes calm and ready ope and unfolds I suppose it's old spaghetti chewed up and spit out he's chokin now
You better lose yourself in mom's spaghetti, it's ready you better never let it go You only get one spaghetti, do not miss your chance to blow cause spaghetti comes once in a lifetime yo
bloah another day of monotony Has gotten me to the point, I'm like a mom I've got to formulate spaghetti or I end up in jail or shot spaghetti is my only option, vomit's not Mom, I love you, but this vomit's got to go ope ope, led de dome de dome So here I go it's my shot. this may be the only mom's spaghetti that I got
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Look, if you had mom's spaghetti,
Would you capture it or just let it slip? Yo
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LMFAO WHAT IS THIS
And please that is Jay Z xD
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LMFAO WHAT IS THIS
And please that is Jay Z xD
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Ohdearmycat's PROFILE PAGE SLAYS
HER RAP:
I got the rap patrol on the gat patrol
Foes that want to make sure my casket's closed
Rap critics that say she's "Bread, Tokens, Hoes"
I'm from sandbox, stupid, what type of facts are those?
If you grew up with holes in your zapatos
You'd celebrate the minute you was having dough
I'm like " critics" you can kiss my whole
If you don't like my lyrics, you can press fast forward
Got beef with radio if I don't play they show
They don't play my hits, well, I don't give a , so
Rap mags try and use my black
So advertisers can give'em more cash for ads, cuckers
I don't know what you take me as
Or understand the intelligence that Ohdear has
I'm from rags to riches, weebs I ain't dumb
I got ninety nine problems but a ain't one, kick me