Asklemmy

"Going up to heaven on an escalator/ Cause they sent you to hell on an escalator"

Or maybe

"I look like a dick in my picture ID/ But also the pic isn't me. Hmm"

I made the change from a common thief

To up close and personal with Robin Leach

And I'm far from cheap, I smoke skunk with my peeps all day Spread love, it's the Brooklyn way

I don't fraternize with the ranking file
Ever drop a gasp for a General such as myself
That's sabotage!

Milk is chillin, what more can I say.

I'm a pimp by blood, not relation,
y'all still chase on, I'll replace on

If you don't recognize that truth and the one who spat it, gtfo this thread you poser ;)

And, perhaps, this lesser known

I rip rappers and take responsibility,
For makin' future hall of famers look third-rate,
Y'all are lost for words like,
Conversation on your worst first-date,
And raw beats creep through side streets,
Loose leaf notepads, that's where rhymes leak,
Punch-lines, man, don't even beg,
I got knee-slapping tracks, y'all cruisin' ya leg,
You a rhyme-writer, buddy? Man, that's a joke,
You ain't worthy of being my secretary,
Man, that's a quote

If you do recognize that, well, you're just as fucking goofy as me, which ain't much, but it's better than nothing. But it's a pretty fucking tight set of lyrics.

basically every line from I will lick your asshole

but specifically "I'm so bad they get L.L to call the cops"

put your finger in the hole come bowl with me

Duck Duck Goose – cupcakKe https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=awGEv-ctCtg

and honestly the rest of the lyrics in this filthy masterpiece. 11/10

Down for the count, get up and dismount

'Cause I'm coming with an endless amount

Of rhymes in a hurry like a flurry

A collage to camouflage the power punch, but don't worry

Knowledge is an antidote, I got hands of smoke

Writing at the speed of light with insight I wrote

Rhymes at a level, so you can't relate

Unless you're intelligent, so stay awake

One of my favorites from Oh Bo by Bo Burnham:
Pull it out, stick it in your mouth, and I bust in the back of ya
Swallow bitch, there's people starving in Africa

Déjà vu abducting
Sticky psyche touching
So many sensory
Dripping dripping splashing splashing happening
Already
Now, now, Billy, not really

Rhymes is made of garlic

We just sittin' here tryna win, tryin' not to sin
High off weed and lots of gin
So much smoke, need oxygen
Steadily countin' them Benjamins
Nigga, you should too, if you knew
What this game'll do to you
Been in this shit since '92
Look at all the bullshit I been through
So called beef with you-know-who
Fucked a few female stars or two
Then I blew like niggas move like Mike
Shit, not to be fucked with
Motherfucker better duck quick
'Cause me and my dogs love to buck shit
Fuck the luck shit, strictly aim
No aspirations to quit the game
Spit yo' game, talk yo' shit
[Grab yo' gat, call yo' clique
Squeeze yo' clip, hit the right one
Pass that weed, I got to light one
All them niggas, I got to fight one
All them hoes, I got to like one
Our situation is a tight one
What you gonna do: fight or run?
Seems to me that you'll take B
Bone and Big, nigga, die slowly
I'ma tell you like a nigga told me
"Cash Rule Everything Around Me"
Shit, lyrically niggas can't see me
Fuck it, buy the coke, cook the coke, cut it
Know the bitch 'fore you caught yourself lovin' it
Nigga with a Benz fuckin' it
Doesn't it seem odd to you?
Big come through with mobs and crews
Goodfellas down to the Mo' Thugs dudes
Who's the killer: me or you?

"Life ain't shit but a fat vagina"