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TreSwank -> Now That Boy Has Talent!!!! (8/13/2006 8:28:44 PM)
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Your life is certainly incomplete until you've seen the wonders of Russian hip-hop phenomenon, IllMitch
Here's a sample of Ill Mitch's gritty street rhymes.
Living in the Rap Game
I board on four wheels and a piece of wood
My favorite place for lunch is called pizza hood
Or is it pizza hat, I don’t remember names
All I know is that, I came to entertain
And it’s my turn to bring food to festival
Meat happy pizza with no vegtable
So all you women put on your sundress
Before you undress and make a fun mess
Everytime I perform at a wedding
The bride maids usually find it upsetting
When I give the children a caffine pill
And teach them a cuss for a laughing thrill
I am the master of cerimonial rap
Give bride bottom cerimonial slap
When it is time for champaign toasting
I toast myself for champion hosting
Living in the Rap Game
Living,,,, Rap Game
Living in the Rap Game
Living in the Rap Game
Living,,,, Rap Game
Living in the Rap Game
I once do concert at a fashion show
Where women too skinny where flashy clothes
They think they’re so hot, and walk like robot
I trip male model with pants that were low cut
Sometimes I do rap shows at casinos
I wear a black satin vest and tight roll my chinos
I fight black jack loser on last occasion
And was escorted out with police persuassion
For six long months I entertain on a cruise ship
For a bunch of rich kids on extended school trip
For part of my show, with everyone surrounded
I climb the smoke stack, and I pour a beer down it
After ten more cans, beer smoke make me caugh
After seventeen more of them engine turn off
I was afraid to get sued, I didn’t know what to do
Fled with a pretty hippy girl in a life canoe
Living in the Rap Game
Living,,,, Rap Game
Living in the Rap Game
Living in the Rap Game
Living,,,, Rap Game
Living in the Rap Game
One time I do a concert in an airport in the lobby
I didn’t do it for a pay I did it for a hobby
I didn’t get permission either, didn’t know I had to
Airport security tackle me and put me in a bad mood
I fought eight men just to get my mic back
Made friends with them later and we shared a flight snack
I also did a show at a rich brats birthday
Of all the ways to meet women this is the worst way
They hired me for one but I rapped for four hours
I advertised to mother that I rap at baby showers
Then I got my slip N slide and rolled it out on yard
I made the fattest dad slide right into a car
Every time I get in trouble and I go to holding cell
I rap all night to prvent a fight and hope it will go well
But when I do a jail house show it’s never for a profit
When I rap for judge and jury about the charge they drop it
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