Wednesday, August 3, 2011

jacob can rap 3

This is a rap for a rap battle.Lyerics.You sleepin with your medicin not awsome and felling like a veterain provin to all your friends that you tellin the truth siting in a booth you have a broke tooth because a hocky puck flew in to your mouth headin for the south because you aint got no money tellin the sun its sunny you may rich but you make no sense you probaly just got rich yeaster day beacause you bet for once won a bunch I am right you are wrong singing a song dancin at the mall everybody staring because your eating rotten berries beat that sack.