Hey guys, I wrote this rap on a whim and I'd really appreciate your opinions and/or feedback. I know none of you have the beat or rhythm to it, but trust me when I say it works in my head, haha. It was originally meant to be a scary Roman rap - and it still is, except that Barbie makes a couple of small appearances. It was also meant to be a Roman vs. Nicki battle, so I might edit with a Nicki verse later, but this is all I have for now. So yeah, let me know. By the way, this is the third rap I've ever written - the two others are also in this forum if you want to check them out!
I don’t wanna take this no more
Somebody shut the front door
You don’t wanna explore
What I am capable of becoming when I overflow
These bitches are around me and now they’re playing with the last straw
In a second I’ll break their jaw
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha
Bitch, you ever been shut down by a Gaylord?
Somebody better hold me back because I’m turning into a new kind of freaky
And if I catch you cheating, there will be no leaving
I take no prisoners and now you know why they call me the demon
Nah, nah, nah, nah, bitch, I prefer “Roman”
I spend a lot of money and I have no conscience
Hop in, pop pills, I take no nonsense
So you better be intimidated
Do you know who you’re talking to?
Trust me, you’ll be catching me on CBC, CNN, and The View
But my mama she don’t want me to be who I am it’s crazy
I just came out of a flight from Milan and I’m hazy
All these incubi wanna date me
Play with my lady lumps
I just found out that being in another bitch’s body can be fun!
So s-s-s-s-strut for me and don’t try to run
Keep dancing until the heat fully scorches your lungs
And don’t even try to convince me that you’re done
‘cause I take no excuses, no I don’t take none oh
I don’t take ‘but’s and I don’t take ‘maybe’s
I’m a predator, I prey on your label; you’re babies
I’m a rabid dog now, bitch I got the rabies
What can I say, I’m more than a little shady!
So you really really don’t want to mess with me, bitch
Get on my good side and I can make you special, all fixed
You could be rich you could be my new doll, no pity
After all, when the apocalypse comes, you’ll want to be pretty
I could paint your lips with the blood of my arch-enemies
‘cause I got frenemies that hate on my synergies
They make me angry I, I, I, I’m fighting now ‘cause they stole
Sell your soul
Been around the world, I still can't find, another girl that can steal my shine.