In order for me to rap,
I need all of you to clap,
Im a rapper,
not a napper i show my represition,
by doing my position,
i beat up those who are the opposition,
I got the skills,
to pay the bills,
Ain't no way you can rap like me,
because im the RCC,
don't you see my bling-bling,
I'm a rapping king,
everyone knows im strong,
your just weak and wear pretty pink thongs,
and you can't even come up with a simple song,
here i'm so dam filthy rich,
your nothing but a poor,dirty bitch,
oopps look at the time, 3,2,1 its over,
you lost and have nothing but a clover,
covering your dick,
because you didn't here the clock tick,
so there I won,
my rap is done,
the reason you couldn't rap,
was you were on that crack,
you couldn't even read,
since your on weed,
can't even read your own lyrics,
that's why you failed physics,
all you can remember is me,
The RCC...
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