Yeeaaaaahhh I might be really bored and decided to do random stuff, like turn a certain song into old English.....
Look, i was will hie primrose on thou, not to hurt thy feeling's
yet I be only goin' to grant (six minutes) this one chance (six minutes)
something's wrong (six minutes), I feel it (six minutes)
'tis just (slim shady, thou art on) a feelin' i've got (on)
like somethin"s about to befall (on)
yet I know not what (six minutes, for six-)
if that means what Methinks it means (six minutes, slim shady, thou art on)
we're 'i trouble, big trouble (on)
and would he is as bananas as thou say (on)
I be not takin' any chances
thou are just what the doc ordered
I be beginnin' to feel as a rap god
all mine people from the front to the back nod, back nod
now, whom thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?
they quoth i rap as a robot, so speak to me rapbot
yet for me to rap as a fantastic contraption, it might not but be 'i mine genes
i got a laptop 'i mine back pocket
mine quill'll hie off when i half-cock it
got a fulsome{{aj}} knot from that rap profit
made a livin' and a killin' off it
aye since bill clinton was still 'i place
with monica lewinsky feelin' on his nutsack
I be an mc, still as honest
yet as rude and as indecent as all hell
syllables, skill-a-holic (kill 'em all with)
this flippity dippity-hippity hip-hop
thou do not very desire get into a pissin' match
with this rappity brat, packin' a mac 'i the back of the ac'
backpack, rap crap, yap-yap, yackety-yack
and at the exact like{{aj}} time i assay these lyrical acrobat stunts
while I be practicin' that
I shall still be able to break a motherfuckin' table
over the back of a couple of faggots and crack it 'i half
realized 'twere ironic i was signed to aftermath after the fact
how could i not blow? all i doth is drop f-bombs
feel mine wrath of attack
rappers are havin' a rough time period, hither 's a maxi pad
that could bleed disastrously ill, for the wack
while I be masterfully constructin' this masterpiece (yeah)
'cause I be beginnin' to feel as a rap god, rap god
all mine people from the front to the back nod, back nod
now, whom thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?
allow me discover thou maintainin' this shit ain't that hard, that hard
everybody crave the key and the secret to rap immortality
like ι hast got
well, to be truthful, the blueprint's
truly rage and primy exuberance
everybody loves to root for a nuisance
hit the earth as an asteroid
and didst nothin' yet shoot for the moon since (pew!)
mcs get taken to place of learning with this music
'cause i use it as a vehicle to "bus the rhyme"
now i marshal't{{verb}} a new place of learning full of students, me?
me? I be a product of rakim, lakim shabazz, 2pac
n. W. A, cube, hey doc, ren
yella, eazy, grammercy, they got slim
inspired enough to one day grow up
blow up and be 'i a place
to meet run-dmc, induct him
into the motherfuckin' rock and roll hall of fame
e'en though I shall walk 'i the temple
and burst 'i a ball of flames
only hall of fame I shall be inducted 'i is the
alcohol of fame, towards the wall of (shame)
thou fags regard 'tis all a game, 'til i walk a flock of flames
off a plank, and say to me what 'i the fuck are thou thinkin'?
little gay-lookin' sirrah, so gay, I barely say it with
a straight brow , lookin' sirrah (ha)
thou art witnessin' a mass-occur, like thou art watchin' a temple gatherin'
take place, lookin' sirrah
"oy vey, that sirrah's gay, " that's all
they say, lookin' sirrah
thou get a thumbs up, pat towards the back and a "way to hie" from thy label
every day, lookin' sirrah
hey, lookin' sirrah! what thou say, lookin' sirrah?
i get a, "hell, ay" (hell, ay) from dre, lookin' sirrah
i'ma work for him, everythin' i hast, ne'r asked nobody for shit
get outta mine brow , lookin' sirrah
basically, sirrah, thou art ne'r will be capable
of keepin' up with the like pace, lookin' sirrah, 'cause
I be beginnin' to feel as a rap god, rap god
all mine people from the front to the back nod, back nod
the way I be racin' around the track, speak to me nascar, nascar
dale earnhardt of the trailer park, the white trash god
kneel ere general zod, this planet's krypton-
no, asgard, asgard
so, thou shall be thor and I shall be odin
thou rodent, I be omnipotent
let off then I be reloadin'
presently with these bombs I be totin'
and myself should not be woken
I be the walkin' dead, yet I be hold, but for a talkin' pate
a carrion floatin'
yet i got thy mom deep-throatin'
I be out mine ramen noodle, we hast nothin' 'i common, poodle
I be a doberman, pinch yourself 'i the arm and pay homage, pupil
'tis me, mine honesty's brutal
yet 'tis honestly unprevailing would I do not utilize what i doth though
for good, at least once 'i a while, so i desire compose sure
somewhere 'i this chicken scratch, i scribble and doodle
enough rhymes to
haply try to help get some people through tough times
yet i gotta keep a few punchlines just lest
'cause e'en thou unsigned rappers
are hungry lookin' upon me like 'tis lunchtime
i wot there was a time where once i was king of the underground
yet i still rap like I be on mine pharoahe monch grind
so i crunch rhymes, yet sometimes when thou combine
appeal with the skin color of mine and
thou get too big and hither they join tryin' to
censor thou like that one line i quoth
on "i'm back" from the mathers lp
one when i tried to say I shall
take seven kids from columbine
put 'em all 'i a line, add an ak-47
a revolver and 99
see would I get aroint with it now
that i ain't as big (now) as i was, yet I be
morphin' into an immortal, comin' through the portal
thou art stuck 'i a time warp from 2004 though
and I know not what the fuck
that thou rhyme for, thou art pointless as rapunzel
with fuckin' cornrows
thou write normal? fuck bein' normal
and i just bought a new raygun from the future
just to join and shoot ya, like when fabulous made ray j mad
'cause math quoth he looked as a fag at mayweather's pad
singin' to a man while he played piano
man, oh man, that was a 24-7 special
towards the cable channel
so ray j went straight to the radio station
the most next day
"hey fab, i'ma dispatch thou"
lyrics comin' upon thee at supersonic speed (j. J. Fad)
uh, summa-lumma, dooma-lumma, thou assumin' I be a human
what i gotta doth to get it through thee? I be superhuman
I be innovative and I be made of rubber so that anythin'
thou say is ricochetin' off of me, and it'll glue thee and
I be devastatin', moe than aye demonstratin'
how to grant a motherfuckin' audience a feelin' like 'tis levitatin'
ne'r fadin', and i wot the haters are forever waitin'
for the day that they say i fell off, they shall be celebratin'
'cause i wot the way to get 'em motivated
i compose elevatin' music, thou compose elevator music
"oh, he's too mainstream"
well, that's what they doth when they get jealous, they confuse it
"it's not hip-hop, 'tis pop"
'cause i found a hella way to fuse it
with rock, shock rap with doc
throw on "lose yourself" and compose 'em lose it
"i do not wot how to compose songs like that
I know not what words to use"
allow me wot when it occurs thee
while I be rippin' any one of these verses that versus thou
'tis curtains, I be inadvertently hurtin' thou
of what quantity verses i gotta murder to
prove that if thou were half as nice thy songs
thou could sacrifice virgins too?
ugh, place of learning flunky, pill junkie
yet look at the accolades these skills brung me
full of myself, yet still hungry
i bully myself 'cause i causes meself doth what i put mine mind to
when I be a million leagues above thou
ill when i speak 'i tongues
yet 'tis still tongue-in-cheek, fuck thou, I be drunk
so, satan, take the fuckin' wheel, i'ma sleep 'i the front seat
bumpin' heavy d and the boyz, still "chunky yet funky"
yet 'i mine pate, there's somethin' I feel
tuggin' and strugglin', angels fight with devils and
hither 's what they do lack from me
they're askin' me to eliminate some of the women hate
yet if thou take into consideration the sore envy
i hast, then thou may be some few patient and moe sympathetic
to the situation, understand the discrimination
yet fuck it, life's handin' thou lemons?
compose lemonade then
yet would I canst not batter the women
how the fuck am i supposed to bake 'em a cake, then?
do not{{p}} mistake him for (satan)
'tis a fatal mistake if thou regard
i want{{verb}} to be overseas and take a vacation
to trip a broad, and causes her fall on her brow and
do not{{p}} be a retard
be a king, regard not
why be a king
when thou be a god?
It's ridiculously funny.
