Rap Slob by MC Sampler Lyrics
“RAP SLOB” by MC SAMPLER
MTV INTRO
CHORUS 1
I'm beginning to feel like a Rap Slob, Rap Slob
Mom is always telling me to get a job, get a job)
I sit around the house, laying like a blob, like a blob
They say I rap so lazy call me rap slob, rap slob
VERSE1
Screw fear and what I hold so dear
I know in my heart that this is the year
Sick and tired of being trapped by the dollar
I’m so mad, I got ring around the collar
Boom. . .boom goes the bass
I’m a white boy coming straight at your face
I don’t give a phuck about what you all think
I’m MC Sampler and all your rhymes stink!
You’re the fire Marshall? I’m Whitman’s Sampler
My rhymes are sweet, my raps are ample
I’m MC Sampler you never know what you’re gonna get
I hope these rhymes making Em upset
Been rapping since, MC Hammer baggy pants
And I’m more dope than that motherfucker Lance
Oh shit, motherfucker step to the rear and cheer
The New Tim Dog is here
Fat, Funny, and Fresh, a Triple F rapper
That lyric kinda sucked going into the crapper
And I didn’t get signed by Dre
But I’m doing shit my own damned way…
Can’t Write This, my first big hit
Been rhyming since 2 legit to quit
I ain’t here to play games, ain’t no skit
I ain’t go no skills? I agree, I quit!
You say I’m spoiled, came straight outta Cranbrook
Check out this hook, didn’t learn in no book
CHORUS 2
I'm beginning to feel like a Rap Slob, Rap Slob
Mom is always telling me to get a job, get a job)
I sit around the house, laying like a blob, like a blob
They say I rap so lazy call me rap slob, rap slob
VERSE 2
God take the wheel, not Satan
It’s demonic forces you’re baitin
At the pearly gates, you’ll be waiting
I’ll beat you’re a$$ down, you’ll be aching
How dare you diss God compare yourself to Him
I’ll BEAT the Shady off your motherfuckin Slim!
You’re gonna pay the piper, God is the sniper
I don’t care if you’re rich you got a yellow viper
I truly, seriously have no clout
But I’ll choke your ass and hook you like a trout
Shoot me with a bullet, I’ll duck, duck, duck
Then see Sam the lawyer, make a buck, buck, buck
You ain’t no god, in any shape or form
You’re just a human being, from dust you were born
Yackety yack don’t talk back
I’ll knock you’re a$$ down make you suck on this sack!
I’m going ballistic? JJ FAD?
I’m JJ Motherfuckin Mad
Paddy wack paddy wack, give your dog a bone
Send you’re A$$ back to your Detroit home
Stroke me, stroke me, off on your rhymes
22 years, still on the grind
You might say I’m outta my mind
Hey Sampler,a record deal, it’s about time
Too scare to tour? I’m touring to scare
Don’t care at all, I’ll take U up on a dare!
END:
Why be a queen, when you can be a Slob?
MTV INTRO
CHORUS 1
I'm beginning to feel like a Rap Slob, Rap Slob
Mom is always telling me to get a job, get a job)
I sit around the house, laying like a blob, like a blob
They say I rap so lazy call me rap slob, rap slob
VERSE1
Screw fear and what I hold so dear
I know in my heart that this is the year
Sick and tired of being trapped by the dollar
I’m so mad, I got ring around the collar
Boom. . .boom goes the bass
I’m a white boy coming straight at your face
I don’t give a phuck about what you all think
I’m MC Sampler and all your rhymes stink!
You’re the fire Marshall? I’m Whitman’s Sampler
My rhymes are sweet, my raps are ample
I’m MC Sampler you never know what you’re gonna get
I hope these rhymes making Em upset
Been rapping since, MC Hammer baggy pants
And I’m more dope than that motherfucker Lance
Oh shit, motherfucker step to the rear and cheer
The New Tim Dog is here
Fat, Funny, and Fresh, a Triple F rapper
That lyric kinda sucked going into the crapper
And I didn’t get signed by Dre
But I’m doing shit my own damned way…
Can’t Write This, my first big hit
Been rhyming since 2 legit to quit
I ain’t here to play games, ain’t no skit
I ain’t go no skills? I agree, I quit!
You say I’m spoiled, came straight outta Cranbrook
Check out this hook, didn’t learn in no book
CHORUS 2
I'm beginning to feel like a Rap Slob, Rap Slob
Mom is always telling me to get a job, get a job)
I sit around the house, laying like a blob, like a blob
They say I rap so lazy call me rap slob, rap slob
VERSE 2
God take the wheel, not Satan
It’s demonic forces you’re baitin
At the pearly gates, you’ll be waiting
I’ll beat you’re a$$ down, you’ll be aching
How dare you diss God compare yourself to Him
I’ll BEAT the Shady off your motherfuckin Slim!
You’re gonna pay the piper, God is the sniper
I don’t care if you’re rich you got a yellow viper
I truly, seriously have no clout
But I’ll choke your ass and hook you like a trout
Shoot me with a bullet, I’ll duck, duck, duck
Then see Sam the lawyer, make a buck, buck, buck
You ain’t no god, in any shape or form
You’re just a human being, from dust you were born
Yackety yack don’t talk back
I’ll knock you’re a$$ down make you suck on this sack!
I’m going ballistic? JJ FAD?
I’m JJ Motherfuckin Mad
Paddy wack paddy wack, give your dog a bone
Send you’re A$$ back to your Detroit home
Stroke me, stroke me, off on your rhymes
22 years, still on the grind
You might say I’m outta my mind
Hey Sampler,a record deal, it’s about time
Too scare to tour? I’m touring to scare
Don’t care at all, I’ll take U up on a dare!
END:
Why be a queen, when you can be a Slob?