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Bad, Candy, and Charlie: @GUNNERSELLWHITE i'll drop kick this nigga if he come to my door asking for candy Ryan Fournier @RyanAFournier Guess who he is for Halloween! [Intro: Roadman Shaq & Charlie Sloth] Are you ready for this G, yeah? C'mon, man, I was born ready and dat Okay, aight, boom Big Shaq, hold tight, Asnee Scoopnum, ratnum, oosna Hold tight the girl-dem as well, boom [Verse 1: Roadman Shaq] Two plus two is four, minus one that's three, quick maths Everyday man's on the block, smoke trees See your girl in the park, that girl is a uckers When the ting went quack-quack-quack, you man were ducking Hold tight, Asnee, he's got the pumpy Hold tight, my man, he's got the frisbee I trap, trap, trap on the road, movin' that cornflakes Rice Krispie, hold tight, my girl Whitney (perfect) On the road doin' ten toes, like my toes You man thought I froze, I see a peng girl, then I pose If she's not on it, I ghost, hah, look at your nose What? You dickhead! Look at your nose Nose long like garden hose, shhh, you get me? [Interlude: Roadman Shaq & Charlie Sloth] Boom, man's gonna come back in (yeah, yeah) You know like that? (yeah, yeah, yeah) You're feelin' that? (yeah, yeah, bad, bad) You dun know, I see you shiverin' and that Don't get shook man's here (aight) You protected-ed, yeah? (aight, let's do it) Aight, boom, let's go, boom [Verse 2: Roadman Shaq] Hop out the four-door with the .44, it was one, two, three and four Chillin' in the corridor, your dad is forty-four And he's still callin' man for a draw, let him know When I see him, I'm gonna spin his jaw Take man's Twix by force, send man shop by force Your girl knows I've got the sauce, no ketchup Just sauce, raw sauce Boom, yo, gah The ting goes skrrrahh, pap, pap, ka-ka-ka Skibiki-pap-pap, and a pu-pu-pudrrrr-boom Skya, du-du-ku-ku-dun-dun Poom, poom You dun know, Big Shaq, ha, yo, yeah-yeah Alright, fire-fire-fire in the booth You get me, man's not hot I tell her man's not hot, hah, cot I tell her man's not hot The girl told me, "Take off your jacket" I said, "Babes, man's not hot" Yo, man can never be hot Perspiration ting, Lynx effect [Outro: Roadman Shaq & Charlie Sloth] Yo, you dun know Dun know, y-you You look a bit shook, Charlie You look a bit hot What's that? Y-y-ya sweating and that again Brudda, man don't make jokes with me, Charlie Aight, aight, aight, c
Bad, Candy, and Charlie: @GUNNERSELLWHITE
 i'll drop kick this nigga if he come to
 my door asking for candy
 Ryan Fournier @RyanAFournier
 Guess who he is for Halloween!
[Intro: Roadman Shaq & Charlie Sloth] Are you ready for this G, yeah? C'mon, man, I was born ready and dat Okay, aight, boom Big Shaq, hold tight, Asnee Scoopnum, ratnum, oosna Hold tight the girl-dem as well, boom [Verse 1: Roadman Shaq] Two plus two is four, minus one that's three, quick maths Everyday man's on the block, smoke trees See your girl in the park, that girl is a uckers When the ting went quack-quack-quack, you man were ducking Hold tight, Asnee, he's got the pumpy Hold tight, my man, he's got the frisbee I trap, trap, trap on the road, movin' that cornflakes Rice Krispie, hold tight, my girl Whitney (perfect) On the road doin' ten toes, like my toes You man thought I froze, I see a peng girl, then I pose If she's not on it, I ghost, hah, look at your nose What? You dickhead! Look at your nose Nose long like garden hose, shhh, you get me? [Interlude: Roadman Shaq & Charlie Sloth] Boom, man's gonna come back in (yeah, yeah) You know like that? (yeah, yeah, yeah) You're feelin' that? (yeah, yeah, bad, bad) You dun know, I see you shiverin' and that Don't get shook man's here (aight) You protected-ed, yeah? (aight, let's do it) Aight, boom, let's go, boom [Verse 2: Roadman Shaq] Hop out the four-door with the .44, it was one, two, three and four Chillin' in the corridor, your dad is forty-four And he's still callin' man for a draw, let him know When I see him, I'm gonna spin his jaw Take man's Twix by force, send man shop by force Your girl knows I've got the sauce, no ketchup Just sauce, raw sauce Boom, yo, gah The ting goes skrrrahh, pap, pap, ka-ka-ka Skibiki-pap-pap, and a pu-pu-pudrrrr-boom Skya, du-du-ku-ku-dun-dun Poom, poom You dun know, Big Shaq, ha, yo, yeah-yeah Alright, fire-fire-fire in the booth You get me, man's not hot I tell her man's not hot, hah, cot I tell her man's not hot The girl told me, "Take off your jacket" I said, "Babes, man's not hot" Yo, man can never be hot Perspiration ting, Lynx effect [Outro: Roadman Shaq & Charlie Sloth] Yo, you dun know Dun know, y-you You look a bit shook, Charlie You look a bit hot What's that? Y-y-ya sweating and that again Brudda, man don't make jokes with me, Charlie Aight, aight, aight, c

[Intro: Roadman Shaq & Charlie Sloth] Are you ready for this G, yeah? C'mon, man, I was born ready and dat Okay, aight, boom Big Shaq, hold ...

Pop, Rap, and Traffic: When you rap the fastest verse in a song without messing up or taking a breath *clears throat* Let's goo Cause I'm feeling like I’m running And I'm feeling like I gotta get away, get away, get away Better know that I don't and I won't ever stop β€˜Cause you know I gotta win everyday-day See, they really really wanna pop me Just know that you will never flop me And I know that I can be a little cocky You ain't never gonna stop me Everytime I come, a nigga gotta set it Then I gotta go, and then I gotta get it Then I gotta blow, and then I gotta show that Any little thing that nigga think that he be doing β€˜Cause it doesn't matter, β€˜cause I'm gonna da-da-da-da Then I'm gonna murder everything and anything A ba-da-boom, a ba-da-bing, I gotta do a lotta things That make it clearer to a couple niggas That I always win and then I gotta get it again And again, and then again And I be doing it to death And now I move a little foul, a nigga better call a ref And everybody know my style And niggas know that I'm the best When it come to doing this and I be bangin' on my chest And I bang in the East and I'm bangin' in the West And I come to give you more and I will never give you less You will hear it in the street or you could read it in the press Do you really wanna know what's next? (Let's go!) See the way we on and then we all up in the race And you know we gotta go Don't try to keep up with the pace And we strugglin' and hustlin' and sendin' in and gettin' in And we always gotta do it, take it to another place Gotta taste it, and I gotta grab it And I gotta cut all through this traffic Just to be at the top of the throne, better know I gotta have it.. *drops mic*
Pop, Rap, and Traffic: When you rap the fastest verse
 in a song without messing up or
 taking a breath
*clears throat* Let's goo Cause I'm feeling like I’m running And I'm feeling like I gotta get away, get away, get away Better know that I don't and I won't ever stop β€˜Cause you know I gotta win everyday-day See, they really really wanna pop me Just know that you will never flop me And I know that I can be a little cocky You ain't never gonna stop me Everytime I come, a nigga gotta set it Then I gotta go, and then I gotta get it Then I gotta blow, and then I gotta show that Any little thing that nigga think that he be doing β€˜Cause it doesn't matter, β€˜cause I'm gonna da-da-da-da Then I'm gonna murder everything and anything A ba-da-boom, a ba-da-bing, I gotta do a lotta things That make it clearer to a couple niggas That I always win and then I gotta get it again And again, and then again And I be doing it to death And now I move a little foul, a nigga better call a ref And everybody know my style And niggas know that I'm the best When it come to doing this and I be bangin' on my chest And I bang in the East and I'm bangin' in the West And I come to give you more and I will never give you less You will hear it in the street or you could read it in the press Do you really wanna know what's next? (Let's go!) See the way we on and then we all up in the race And you know we gotta go Don't try to keep up with the pace And we strugglin' and hustlin' and sendin' in and gettin' in And we always gotta do it, take it to another place Gotta taste it, and I gotta grab it And I gotta cut all through this traffic Just to be at the top of the throne, better know I gotta have it.. *drops mic*

*clears throat* Let's goo Cause I'm feeling like I’m running And I'm feeling like I gotta get away, get away, get away Better know that I do...