Yo

Method Man only knows whats happenin when niggas talkin crack
On tv a smart ass and him and Red stuck on each other balls and sack
Clown ass nigga cant Busta rhyme
Unless he featured in his song with a clutchin nine
How high will he have to get to realize his songs aint worth shit
Method Man in the industry has no ideal purpose

next rapper Master P

Makem say ugggggghhh please change the station
These mainstream rappas playin the game like playstation
Releasing a 100 CDs in 30 days and get no radio play
Eyo P I aint hatin I just think that no limit is gay
Snoop was tight and with tha row his music was gangsta
When he signed up with no Limit he showed u who's the Masta
Just stick to producin like that foo' named Diddy
Both of yall got money but with rap skillz yall don't have any

guy didnt leave a rapper so im gonna do......lil bow wow

yo this bitch think he the shit
but i cant eva remember him havin a numba 1 hit
he think he cool cuz snoop gave him his name
but he cant rap so that really is a shame
he thought that song was cool wen it wen...
'bow wow wow yippy yo yippy yey'
but gues wot bow wow that song was gay

iight he didn't leave a rapper so.....i pick the worst Ja Rule

Ja rule ja rule/ plz tell me somemore how i should go to school/ and you should kno that school is real cool/you sound like you went maybe about 6 years/waz it the bully that taught you how to fear/or waz it the worlds biggest geek/wat wronge everytime you talk about em you have got to sneak/are you jus' a lil' scard/or is it that not matter wat we're gonna come prepared/i saw your song on tv.yea it waz on that show called ''worst songs ever''/and howcome when the press asks you a qustion all you say is whatever/jus' stop we're tired of your shit/ man i'm tellin you wat you got is it/no more your done/you can't hurt our ears anymore/

next- p diddy

Hear shots in the night/
Shit ya pants in fright/
Ya blunt got ya higher than a kite/
Can't see where the bullets from/
Make another record to say thanks to mom/
U say you the don but no one knows now u gone/
Keep runnin ya mouth bout bad boy you're weak/
Ya punches come out meek, while verses you tweak/
See i aim to seek why you bite beats from mr mr/
Was you shaggin his sister of jus plain blowin like a twister/
Keep ya mouth shut now you dead spreyed by bullets/
Suge's still here but you gone, who'd of thought it/

RIP TUPAC.

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