[GIVEAWAY] $100 Giveaway! (Paypal, gift card, etc.)

[Zahir 381.3k]

Can you guys please make a spoiler

[boss 26]

I know I will not get pick because you know i always have bad luck of doing this stuff but yeah never hurt to try ????

[desireesang 1]

everyone has nice music tastes. personally my taste in music is your face. oh and twenty one pilots.

[AlCapone123 825]

This looks like a very very nice giveaway

I m in ????

[mitosis 4.1k]

Master Zahir is in

 

Thanks for this

ur not a master, u r THE master

[Biseptor 21]

This is once in lifetime giveaway right here!!! Hope I strike lucky in this!

[nikz 0]

Wowwww I wish it will be me

iOSgods for lifeee GG

[AsakuraHAO 67]

Feels good

I get her on top, she drop it like it's hot

And when I'm at the bottom she Hilary Rodham

Middle of the bed, give and gettin' head

Give and gettin' head, give and gettin' head

I said uh-hm I like that

Say hm yea I like that

I said uh-hm yea I like that

Hm hm, call me, so I can come and do it for you

Call me, so I can come and prove it for you

Call me, so I can make it juicy for you

Call me, so I can get it juicy for you

 

Shawty wanna, lic-lic-lic-lick me like a lollipop

She she, lic-lic-lic-lick me like a lollipop (I say he so sweet make her wanna lick the rapper)

I get her on top, she drop it like it's hot

And when I'm at the bottom she Hilary Rodham

Middle of the bed, give and gettin' head

Give and gettin' head, give and gettin' head

I said uh-hm I like that

Say hm yea I like that

I said uh-hm yea I like that

Hm hm, call me, so I can come and do it for you

Call me, so I can come and prove it for you

Call me, so I can make it juicy for you

Call me, so I can get it juicy for you

 

Shawty wanna, lic-lic-lic-lick me like a lollipop

She she, lic-lic-lic-lick me like a lollipop (I say he so sweet make her wanna lick the rapper)

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Edit: Should this be considered as an entry, OP?

[Dannyyy 2.4k]

 

So ahh yeah Good luck

 

I went to the moped store, said, "f**k it."

Salesman's like "What up, what's your budget?"

And I'm like "Honestly, I don't know nothing about mopeds."

He said "I got the one for you, follow me."

Oh it's too real

Chromed out mirror, I don't need a windshield

Banana seat, a canopy on two wheels

Eight hundred cash, that's a hell of a deal

 

I'm headed downtown, cruising through the alley

Tip-toeing in the street like Dally

Pulled up, moped to the valley

Whitewalls on the wheels like mayonnaise

Dope, my crew is ill, and all we need is two good wheels

Got gas in the tank, cash in the bank

And a bad little mama with her ass in my face

I'm a lick that, stick that, break her off (Kit-Kat)

Snuck her in backstage, you don't need a wristband

Dope

 

Killing the game 'bout to catch a body

Passed the Harley, Dukie own a Ducati

Timbaland, Khaled, Scott Storch, Birdman

God damn man, everybody got Bugattis

But I'm a keep it hella 1987

Head into the dealership and drop a stack and cop a Kawasaki

I'm stunting on everybody, hella raw, pass the wasabi

I'm so low that my cajones almost dragging on the concrete

[Explicit version:]

I'm so low that my scrotum's almost dragging on the concrete

My seat is leather, alright, I'm lying, it's pleather

But girl, we could still ride together

You don't need an Uber, you don't need a cab

f**k a bus pass, you got a moped man

She got 1988 Mariah Carey hair

Very rare, mom jeans on her derriere

Throwing up the West Side as we tear in the air

Stop by Pike Place, throwing fish to a player

 

Downtown, downtown (downtown)

Downtown, downtown (downtown)

She has her arms around your waist

With a balance that could keep us safe

(downtown)

Have you ever felt the warm embrace

(downtown)

Of the leather seat between your legs

(hey-ey-ey-ey, hey-ey-ey-ey)

(hey-ey-ey-ey, hey-ey-ey-ey)

(downtown)

You don't want no beef, boy

Know I run the streets, boy

Better follow me towards

(downtown)

What you see is what you get girl

Don't ever forget girl

Ain't seen nothing yet until you're

Downtown

 

Dope

Cut the bullshit

Get off my mullet

Stone washed, so raw

Moped like a bullet

(peeyow!)

It can't catch me

A po-po can't reprimand me

I'm in a B-Boy stance, I'm not dancing

I got your girl on the back going tandem

Because I'm too damn quick, I'm too damn slick

Whole downtown yelling out, "Who that is?"

 

It's me, the M the A-C the K

Stunting like a French pimp from back in the day

I take her to Pend Oreille and I watch her skate

I mean, water ski, ollie ollie oxen free

I'm perusing down fourth and they watching me

I do a handstand, an eagle lands on my seat

Well hello, but baby, the kickstand ain't free

Now do you or do you not wanna ride with me

I got one girl, I got two wheels

She a big girl but ain't a big deal

I like a big girl, I like 'em sassy

Going down the backstreet listening to Blackstreet

Running around the whole town

Neighbors yelling at me like, "You need to slow down."

Going thirty-eight, Dan, chill the f**k out

Mow your damn lawn and sit the hell down

If I only had one helmet I would give it to you, give it to you

Cruising down Broadway, girl, what a wonderful view, wonderful view

There's layers to this shit player, Tiramisu, Tiramisu

Let my coat-tail drag but I ain't tearing my suit, tearing my suit

 

Downtown, downtown (downtown)

Downtown, downtown

She has her arms around your waist

With a balance that could keep us safe

(downtown)

Have you ever felt the warm embrace

(downtown)

Of the leather seat between your legs

(hey-ey-ey-ey, hey-ey-ey-ey)

(hey-ey-ey-ey, hey-ey-ey-ey)

(downtown)

You don't want no beef, boy

Know I run the streets, boy

Better follow me towards

(downtown)

What you see is what you get girl

Don't ever forget girl

Ain't seen nothing yet until you're

Downtown

 

You don't want no beef, boy

Know I run the streets, boy

Better follow me towards

(downtown)

 

What you see is what you get girl

Don't ever forget girl

Ain't seen nothing yet until you're

(downtown)

 

 

 

This should cover me

 

 

 

Look, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelings

But I'm only going to get this one chance

(Six minutes, six minutes)

Something's wrong, I can feel it

(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)

Just a feeling I've got

Like something's about to happen

But I don't know what

If that means, what I think it means, we're in trouble

Big trouble. And if he is as bananas as you say

I'm not taking any chances

You were just what the doctor ordered

 

[Chorus:]

I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap God

All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod

Now who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?

They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot

 

[Verse 1:]

But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genes

I got a laptop in my back pocket

My pen'll go off when I half-cook it

Got a fat knot from that rap profit

Made a living and a killing off it

Ever since Bill Clinton was still in office

With Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsack

I'm an MC still as honest

But as rude and as indecent as all hell

Syllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)

This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hop

You don't really wanna get into a pissing match

With this rappity-rap

Packing a mack in the back of the Ac

backpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yack

and at the exact same time

I attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing that

I'll still be able to break a motherf**kin' table

Over the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in half

Only realized it was ironic

I was signed to Aftermath after the fact

How could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombs

Feel my wrath of attack

Rappers are having a rough time period

Here's a Maxi-Pad

It's actually disastrously bad

For the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah

 

[Chorus:]

'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap God

All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod

Now who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?

Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard

 

[Verse 2:]

Everybody want the key and the secret to rap

Immortality like I have got

Well, to be truthful the blueprint's

Simply rage and youthful exuberance

Everybody loves to root for a nuisance

Hit the earth like an asteroid

and did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)

MC's get taken to school with this music

'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'

Now I lead a New School full of students

Me? Me, I'm a product of Rakim

Lakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, Ren

Yella, Eazy, thank you, they got Slim

Inspired enough to one day grow up

Blow up and being in a position

To meet Run-D.M.C. and induct them

Into the motherf**kin' Rock n'

Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the church

And burst in a ball of flames

Only Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fame

On the wall of shame

You fags think it's all a game

'Til I walk a flock of flames

Off a plank and

Tell me what in the f**k are you thinking?

Little gay looking boy

So gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boy

You're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gathering

And take place looking boy

Oy vey, that boy's gay

That's all they say looking boy

You get a thumbs up, pat on the back

And a "way to go" from your label every day looking boy

Hey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?

I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boy

I'mma work for everything I have

Never asked nobody for shit

Git out my face looking boy

Basically boy you're never gonna be capable

of keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause

 

[Chorus:]

I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap God

All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod

The way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, Nascar

Dale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash God

Kneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard

 

[Verse 3:]

So you'll be Thor and I'll be Odin

You rodent, I'm omnipotent

Let off then I'm reloading

Immediately with these bombs I'm totin'

And I should not be woken

I'm the walking dead

But I'm just a talking head, a zombie floating

But I got your mom deep throating

I'm out my Ramen Noodle

We have nothing in common, poodle

I'm a Doberman, pinch yourself

In the arm and pay homage, pupil

It's me

My honesty's brutal

But it's honestly futile if I don't utilize

What I do though for good

At least once in a while so I wanna make sure

Somewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodle

Enough rhymes to

Maybe try to help get some people through tough times

But I gotta keep a few punchlines

Just in case 'cause even you unsigned

Rappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtime

I know there was a time where once I

Was king of the underground

But I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grind

So I crunch rhymes

But sometimes when you combine

Appeal with the skin color of mine

You get too big and here they come trying to

Censor you like that one line I said

On "I'm Back" from the Mathers LP

One when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from Columbine

Put 'em all in a line

Add an AK-47, a revolver and a nine

See if I get away with it now

That I ain't as big as I was, but I'm

Morphin' into an immortal coming through the portal

You're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four though

And I don't know what the f**k that you rhyme for

You're pointless as Rapunzel

With f***ing cornrows

You write normal, f**k being normal

And I just bought a new ray gun from the future

Just to come and shoot ya

Like when Fabulous made Ray J mad

'Cause Fab said he looked like a fag

At Mayweather's pad singin' to a man

While he play piano

Man, oh man, that was the 24/7 special

On the cable channel

So Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day

"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"

Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)

Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a human

What I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhuman

Innovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say is

Ricochet in off a me and it'll glue to you

And I'm devastating more than ever demonstrating

How to give a motherf**kin' audience a feeling like it's levitating

Never fading, and I know that haters are forever waiting

For the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating

'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivated

I make elevating music

You make elevator music

"Oh, he's too mainstream."

Well, that's what they do

When they get jealous, they confuse it

"It's not hip hop, it's pop."

'Cause I found a hella way to fuse it

With rock, shock rap with Doc

Throw on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose it

I don't know how to make songs like that

I don't know what words to use

Let me know when it occurs to you

While I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus you

It's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' you

How many verses I gotta murder to

Prove that if you were half as nice,

your songs you could sacrifice virgins to

Unghh, school flunky, pill junky

But look at the accolades these skills brung me

Full of myself, but still hungry

I bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind to

When I'm a million leagues above you

Ill when I speak in tongues

But it's still tongue-and-cheek, f**k you

I'm drunk so Satan take the f***ing wheel

I'm asleep in the front seat

Bumping Heavy D and the Boys

"Still chunky, but funky"

But in my head there's something

I can feel tugging and struggling

Angels fight with devils and

Here's what they want from me

They're asking me to eliminate some of the women hate

But if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I had

Then you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situation

And understand the discrimination

But f**k it

Life's handing you lemons

Make lemonade then

But if I can't batter the women

How the f**k am I supposed to bake them a cake then?

Don't mistake him for Satan

It's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseas

And take a vacation to trip a broad

And make her fall on her face and

Don't be a retard, be a king?

Think not

Why be a king when you can be a God?

I can rap Rap God, I swear I can rap it good

[Mayaxaya 17.7k]

I hereby officially register for the giveaway by saying: 

 

Donald Trump is an asshole.

 

Thanks for your attention, wish me luck!