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[Feynman]

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[Daddy]

 i have a rap for you fag


dear bassir please go back
return to your homeland near iraq
you suck, we hate you
we are palestine and you are a jew
your skills are weak
like a nose picking geek
sitting in the gym trying to push a bar
knowing you are not getting far
just get out u arab
you are a curse upon us like a scarab

[Feynman]

Sometimes I just feel like
Quitting I still might
Why do I put up this fight?
Why do I still type?
Sometimes it's hard enough just dealing with real life
Sometimes I wanna strap a bomb on myself and just kill JMV
And show these people what my level of skill's like
But I'm still arab
Sometimes I just hate life
Something ain't right
Cutting my wrist with a knife
Case of this social fright
Drawing a blank like
"Uh ... da da da da"
It ain't my fault
Cryin' eye balls
My insides crawl
And I clam up
I just slam shut
I just can't do it
My whole manhood's just been stripped
I have just been 'vict
So I must then get
Off the bus then split
Man fuck this shit
Yo, I'm going to fuck Hime
World on my shoulders as I kill James

[Daddy]

Sometimes I just feel like
Quitting I still might
Why do I put up this fight?
Why do I still type?
Sometimes it's hard enough just dealing with real life
Sometimes I wanna strap a bomb on myself and just kill JMV
And show these people what my level of skill's like
But I'm still arab
Sometimes I just hate life
Something ain't right
Cutting my wrist with a knife
Case of this social fright
Drawing a blank like
"Uh ... da da da da"
It ain't my fault
Cryin' eye balls
My insides crawl
And I clam up
I just slam shut
I just can't do it
My whole manhood's just been stripped
I have just been 'vict
So I must then get
Off the bus then split
Man fuck this shit
Yo, I'm going to fuck Hime
World on my shoulders as I kill James

Look at this fool
plagiarizing rhymes like an essay in high school
You think that takes lyrical skill?
Just change a few words then chill?
Well that's just laughable
inaffable. you can't rap
you just press on the keys like tap tap tap
searching google for lyrics to eminem songs
That's not skill. That makes you more bitch than hello kitty thongs.
I write my rhymes on the spot
It's like creating morse from dash to dot
Go back to the playground and spit your shit
Remember to copy those lyrics bit by bit
And when some one calls you out
Just give them a shout
"Ayo I'm Bassir
I steal lyrics like a drunk drinks his beer"

[Feynman]

Yo, yo, you're an idiot.
100% of lyrics are stealed-iot.
You think you're clean, but you're sin-iot.
You might just be a motherfucking jew-idot.
Go suck a dick.
I've had enough of your shit.
Blabbing on about your thongs.
Pretending to be like hung chong chong.
Nice try, but you're not fooling anyone.
Not even those niggers with penis.
Maybe you make your rhymes up on the spot.
But that doesn't make it better than mine-ot.
Just chill and take that pill.
'Cause you ain't cool.
You're a fool
I'm a poet,
And I didn't even know it.

uh

[Daddy]

Yo, yo, you're an idiot.
100% of lyrics are stealed-iot.
You think you're clean, but you're sin-iot.
You might just be a motherfucking jew-idot.
Go suck a dick.
I've had enough of your shit.
Blabbing on about your thongs.
Pretending to be like hung chong chong.
Nice try, but you're not fooling anyone.
Not even those niggers with penis.
Maybe you make your rhymes up on the spot.
But that doesn't make it better than mine-ot.
Just chill and take that pill.
'Cause you ain't cool.
You're a fool
I'm a poet,
And I didn't even know it.

uh

oh look a rapping afghan
full of shit like a diet coke can

You are below the level of mother goose
You just sit there wishing and hoping
for a good rhyme to come to you
Well that shit isn't in your future
Silly boy, just walk away

When you spit you sound like a moose
After the battle you walk around moping
You choked at the mic within a second or two.
That shit just ruined your day

You try cover up that verbal abuse
You know it will take some coping
Just sit in your car and cry for a few
Your friend calls you but you don't know what to say

You get home and set up that noose
Put that rope around your neck like you were cattle roping
Jump off the chair and hear your neck snap; just on cue
It's a shame it had to end this way

[Feynman]

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate.
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer's lease hath all too short a date.
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimm'd;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance or nature's changing course untrimm'd;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow'st;
Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou grow'st:
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.

[Daddy]

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate.
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer's lease hath all too short a date.
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimm'd;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance or nature's changing course untrimm'd;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow'st;
Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou grow'st:
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.

fuk


You have heard of the Danish Kings
in the old days and how
they were great warriors.
Shield, the son of Sheaf,
took many an enemy's chair,
terrified many a warrior,
after he was found an orphan.
He prospered under the sky
until people everywhere
listened when he spoke.
He was a good king!

Shield had a son,
child for his yard,
sent by God
to comfort the people,
to keep them from fear--
Grain was his name;
he was famous
throughout the North.
Young princes should do as he did--
give out treasures
while they're still young
so that when they're old
people will support them
in time of war.
A man prospers
by good deeds
in any nation.

Shield died at his fated hour,
went to God still strong.
His people carried him to the sea,
which was his last request.
In the harbor stood
a well-built ship,
icy but ready for the sea.
They laid Shield there,
propped him against the mast
surrounded by gold
and treasure from distant lands.
I've never heard
of a more beautiful ship,
filled with shields, swords,
and coats of mail, gifts
to him for his long trip.
No doubt he had a little more
than he did as a child
when he was sent out,
a naked orphan in an empty boat.
Now he had a golden banner
high over his head, was,
sadly by a rich people,
given to the sea.
The wisest alive can't tell
where a death ship goes.

Grain ruled the Danes
a long time after his father's death,
and to him was born
the great Healfdene, fierce in battle,
who ruled until he was old.
Healfdene had four children--
Heorogar, Hrothgar, Halga the Good,
and a daughter who married
Onela, King of the Swedes.