"Rapalicious"

When reading this, keep in mind that I am 63/64 European American. Therefore, it must leave something to be desired (like some nice porn or something). With that said, I feel like the Cheyenne Jewish Rap Business is a largely untapped business opportunity, as there's millenia of pent-up demand for it. In deciding between using my Jewish name or my Cheyenne name, it was a tough call. But I had to go with my tribal name. So without further ado, please welcome HungLikeHorse to the mic:

You can’t spell “Bethesda” without head and I’m the top man,
Forget sushi, I get so much dome I could feed all of Japan,
When you from the ghetto like Bethesda you need to learn quick,
Or else you end up in jail sucking Fat Albert's dick.

I’m so ghetto I came out of the womb with a nine milli,
First punk I gatted when I was six cause he gave me a wet willy,
Just like on South Park they yelled “Oh my Gosh, you killed Kenny.”
With a wave of the barrel, everyone knew to shut dey mouf lest they get any.

Dogg you so damn fat you make the Pillsbury Dough Boy look jacked,
I knock yo fat-ass out so fast you won’t have time to react,
Then you’ll be there lying on your back,
The only thing you got goin’ for you is your huge rack.

You shoulda never started shit with the fucking man,
Now you know what it means to be a 64th Cheyenne,
Everybody else knows not to fuck with me,
All you had to do was ask your bitch Z. Fried.

Your friends are standing there trembling,
They’re thinking of excuses, just fucking rambling,
Gutmeister flexes, and they go scrambling,
Flashes the Biceps, now that shit’s Bling-Bling.

I whip out the cobra, shit’s as big as a negro’s,
Use that shit as a lasso, now who wants to be the hero?,
Rope my hog around your hot bitch,
She doesn’t know what to do, she’s used to your one inch.

She’s stunned, she’s fucking speechless,
Finally she says, “It’s so damn big, I can’t even reach this!”
When the fuck did I say it was alright for the bitch to talk,
“The only reason you should open your mouth is to suck my phatty cock.”

A workout for you is stuffing ho-hos in your mouth,
But you still think you hard, coming from the dirty South,
The South wouldn’t be dirty if you would just wear a diaper,
If I were your daddy, I’d break down your ass like the Jr. Mel Kiper.

But even with all your training I could still out-eat you,
Just listen to your girlfriend moaning like a monkey, “oo oo, ah, oo oo.”

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