Brock Scampton - BROCK SCAMPTON ODDWIN RAP CONTEST 2
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{verse 1: toro & bzargoodboy}
Huh, fuck homophobes
Hit him with this .45, he lost a chromosome
Two dicks on me like a dyke bitch
Put some green on his head, billie eilish (ayo, oddwin!)
Huh, or even dennis rodman
Gang something like the lakers, we gon' pick and pop him
Texas instrument, you gon' have to pick a problem
This tec ain't an instrument, but it can pick a problem
Huh, fuck ybn nahmir
There's no bar for this next part, that guy just fucking sucks
M-m-my bitch play some wack shit, now i'm pissed off
I was 'bout to get some top, but now my dick soft
30 on him, he gon' drop like he chris paul
Asian plug got the crystals like he ben baller
Chop's out at the party, make him hit the quan
You only see racks from afar, you a peeping tom
Bitch, i fuck with pe$o, so i told that ho to suck the tip
Why thе fuck do y'all be rapping like some idiots?
Bitch, i feel likе rexgawd how i'm staying stuck
Clipper hit him too sharp, call my man tuck
Worried 'bout another man bitch, get your bands up
I just took another man bitch, i'm that man, bruh
Treat him like i'm piccolo, he better man up
Shooter do that boy foul, fuck an and one, bitch
{verse 2: camogod & yayu}
P-p-pull on that nigga, i got shots on me
Red dead redemption, got revolvers, you got glocks on me
I feel like i'm toxic waste, boy, you can't hold me
I just bought a hooker with no teeth, so she can't blow me
Huh, psych, the head too good
K-k-keep extendos by my penis, i got two woods
If i ain't finna scam on an oddwin beat, then who would?
Me, and to be honest, bitch, i'm too good
I-i-i hold me two 30s, i ain't talking sixties, pouring 60s
Pulling out the chrome, i got that adblock, bitch, you got extensions
I might kill my opp's pregnant girlfriend, doing life prevention
I told dj dax to leave the album, i don't like descension
Huh, psych, the album's kinda neat
All your album's lukewarm, so they ain't kinda heat
Made my bitch leave my fucking house, i'm tryna beat my meat
Niggas out here biting, huh, they tryna be like me
N-n-no they ain't, i'm capping, i'm not a big rapper
Niggas turning chubbz while in the background, he a big capper
I be rapping on every beat, like it's a big slapper
I be rough fucking thick bitches, i'm a pig slapper
I don't want the pussy 'less you sober when you say "yes"
S-s-she told me "fill it up, then eat it", i said, "say less"
Niggas thought that i was up in church the way i stay blessed
I tote a dick like my friend who's having gay sex (wait, wait, wait)
{verse 3: yayu}
Let me insist, that friend is not me, but
Watch me pop a d and wet up his whole posse, like
Tote something heavy, pants get saggy, but i got moxie
This hand down, my shooters up, and that krookodile by my piece
Like, new glock a slow cooker, this crock cook rock, b
It's not sweet, jafari let the bird talk, it's god free, what?
Hitmonchan up in my clip, i swing at mach speeds, then
Arms up jumping, all my homies run like rocky, huh
He king hippo, this li'l mac gon' hit him in his belly
Get his ass by any means, we much like machiavelli
Catch that fruit up in a jam, shake him down like jelly
Get to eating out this whip, i feel like guy fieri
My bitch know my fingers quick, you know it's not a semi
Too much gun talk, i love all those, but not like demi
Man, what's wrong with being confident, my pride is heavy
Hold that ar kinda awkward, fuck his side up, i ride up
Push his waves back, we brought the tide up
That battery included, twist that metal like he wind up, like
Where he wind up, we palmed his head like psyduck
This wand gon' tap his head, do magic tricks, like, leave him mind fucked, like
Nowadays, my temper short like tony cocks
That's why i tote these glocks and rep my dawgs like tony fox
Where i been, they might light up the force like obi wan
But now, i mix my popery of words that make me goated, dawg
{verse 1: toro & bzargoodboy}
Huh, fuck homophobes
Hit him with this .45, he lost a chromosome
Two dicks on me like a dyke bitch
Put some green on his head, billie eilish (ayo, oddwin!)
Huh, or even dennis rodman
Gang something like the lakers, we gon' pick and pop him
Texas instrument, you gon' have to pick a problem
This tec ain't an instrument, but it can pick a problem
Huh, fuck ybn nahmir
There's no bar for this next part, that guy just fucking sucks
M-m-my bitch play some wack shit, now i'm pissed off
I was 'bout to get some top, but now my dick soft
30 on him, he gon' drop like he chris paul
Asian plug got the crystals like he ben baller
Chop's out at the party, make him hit the quan
You only see racks from afar, you a peeping tom
Bitch, i fuck with pe$o, so i told that ho to suck the tip
Why thе fuck do y'all be rapping like some idiots?
Bitch, i feel likе rexgawd how i'm staying stuck
Clipper hit him too sharp, call my man tuck
Worried 'bout another man bitch, get your bands up
I just took another man bitch, i'm that man, bruh
Treat him like i'm piccolo, he better man up
Shooter do that boy foul, fuck an and one, bitch
{verse 2: camogod & yayu}
P-p-pull on that nigga, i got shots on me
Red dead redemption, got revolvers, you got glocks on me
I feel like i'm toxic waste, boy, you can't hold me
I just bought a hooker with no teeth, so she can't blow me
Huh, psych, the head too good
K-k-keep extendos by my penis, i got two woods
If i ain't finna scam on an oddwin beat, then who would?
Me, and to be honest, bitch, i'm too good
I-i-i hold me two 30s, i ain't talking sixties, pouring 60s
Pulling out the chrome, i got that adblock, bitch, you got extensions
I might kill my opp's pregnant girlfriend, doing life prevention
I told dj dax to leave the album, i don't like descension
Huh, psych, the album's kinda neat
All your album's lukewarm, so they ain't kinda heat
Made my bitch leave my fucking house, i'm tryna beat my meat
Niggas out here biting, huh, they tryna be like me
N-n-no they ain't, i'm capping, i'm not a big rapper
Niggas turning chubbz while in the background, he a big capper
I be rapping on every beat, like it's a big slapper
I be rough fucking thick bitches, i'm a pig slapper
I don't want the pussy 'less you sober when you say "yes"
S-s-she told me "fill it up, then eat it", i said, "say less"
Niggas thought that i was up in church the way i stay blessed
I tote a dick like my friend who's having gay sex (wait, wait, wait)
{verse 3: yayu}
Let me insist, that friend is not me, but
Watch me pop a d and wet up his whole posse, like
Tote something heavy, pants get saggy, but i got moxie
This hand down, my shooters up, and that krookodile by my piece
Like, new glock a slow cooker, this crock cook rock, b
It's not sweet, jafari let the bird talk, it's god free, what?
Hitmonchan up in my clip, i swing at mach speeds, then
Arms up jumping, all my homies run like rocky, huh
He king hippo, this li'l mac gon' hit him in his belly
Get his ass by any means, we much like machiavelli
Catch that fruit up in a jam, shake him down like jelly
Get to eating out this whip, i feel like guy fieri
My bitch know my fingers quick, you know it's not a semi
Too much gun talk, i love all those, but not like demi
Man, what's wrong with being confident, my pride is heavy
Hold that ar kinda awkward, fuck his side up, i ride up
Push his waves back, we brought the tide up
That battery included, twist that metal like he wind up, like
Where he wind up, we palmed his head like psyduck
This wand gon' tap his head, do magic tricks, like, leave him mind fucked, like
Nowadays, my temper short like tony cocks
That's why i tote these glocks and rep my dawgs like tony fox
Where i been, they might light up the force like obi wan
But now, i mix my popery of words that make me goated, dawg
