Rap Sucks

Lyrics

Got to write this down. Got to write it down. Concentrate. Concentrate. Keep it in mind. Keep it in mind. Keep it in mind [Busdriver] I don't love hip hop I don't even like it Let me break it down to its smallest form to everyone in your college dorm I don't love it I don't dedicate hours on it and writing sappy poetry in its name Okay, maybe I do, but only on occasions to revel [?] of the unimportant cynic [?] Feel the creative urge of encroaching written work I run to the abortion clinic and do away [?] dark-green algae Before it becomes a smart [?] style-free at your art scene gallery Because I don't love it I don't [?] cross long trips of countryside eating spaghetti non-dairy sauce Trying to get between your girl's chunky thighs to make up for the heavy monetary loss Just give kids my rendition of it But... all right, all right, you got me on that one But I'm cutting down - I'm down to one impromptu rap a week But I kind of indulge [?] Got into a battle and served this fool 'til they had put his vertebrae in a cast But it was the week before my birthday bash So I figured I owed to myself because I don't love it I no longer [?] the connotative meaning of the usage of a word into a pissing contest But as a Chicago native [?] sizzling August that I got a tour [?] to the overexposure [?] And that I was inoculating myself, but the call waiting didn't help Because on the other line was a show promoter