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Бенедикт Камбербэтч

Овервотч

Баттлфилд Контрстрайк

БРАНДЕНБУРГ ГИПЕРСРАЧ

Бекмамебет баскетбол

Баттлпас Овервоч

Бадминтон Киберскотч

>>178394394 (OP)
алик болдуин или бен афлик. всегда забываю

Бургеркинг кфс

Батлпас Овервач

Шерлокхолмс Докторстрендж

>>178395139
>внешность, его голос, манеру поведения; его волосатое пузо и руки, увиденные на одной из пикч в конце нулевых
Этим и знаменит.

>>178394394 (OP)
Это Жерар де Пардье

>>178395235
Блять, а вот это годно

>>178394394 (OP)
это диджей пол окенфолд

Бенедикт Камбербетч.

>>178394394 (OP)
это Борат

Овервотч Кибердвач

>>178394394 (OP)
Это известный юллюзионист Дэвид Коперфильд

Кенедикт Бембертетч

Будашон Камбердвач

Да когда вы запомните что это Патрик Мэрлоуз

>>178394394 (OP)
Пикрелейтед Эточтозачел

Бургеркинг Киберпанк

Барбитурат Трикальцийфосфат

Бубльгум Оберштурмфюрер

Бутерброд Маслович

Бекембед Мамкинхач

Батяхайп Мамасвег

Бабасрак Кибердвач

Шерлок Холмс

>>178394394 (OP)
Не подскажу.

Бабаски Комод

Бандикам Пискуспряч

>>178401145
Ну ты и пидор.

Никто не знает его точного имени....

Будапешт Куколдвач

>>178394394 (OP)
Нет

Слидан Кандердач

>>178394394 (OP)
Хуевичс Рисуночкес

>>178394394 (OP)
бенисоп киберхуй

>>178394394 (OP)
саня

>>178394394 (OP)
Бартендер Кибердроч

Бенедикт Камбербэтч

Ингеборга Дапкунайте

Бургеркинг Кибервотч

Барбершоп Кургуду

Кандибобер Бенкендорф

Бабангид Куркуляч

Беленджик Каламбер

Димас Пидарас

Больжедор Кугельшрайб

Look, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelings." 
"But I'm only going to get this one chance." 
"Something's wrong, I can feel it." 
Six minutes. Six Minutes. Six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on! 
"Just a feeling I've got. Like something's about to happen, 
but I don't know what. 
If that means what I think it means, we're in trouble, 
big trouble; and if he is as bananas as you say, 
I'm not taking any chances." 
"You are just what the doc ordered." 

I'm beginnin' to feel like a Rap God, Rap God 
All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod 
Now who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box? 
They said I rap like a robot, so call me Rap-bot 

But for me to rap like a computer it must be in my genes 
I got a laptop in my back pocket 
My pen'll go off when I half-cock it 
Got a fat knot from that rap profit 
Made a livin' and a killin' off it 
Ever since Bill Clinton was still in office 
With Monica Lewinsky feelin' on his nutsack 
I'm an MC still as honest 
But as rude and as indecent as all hell 
Syllables, skill-a-holic (kill 'em all with) 
This flippity dippity-hippity hip-hop 
You don't really wanna get into a pissin' match 
With this rappity brat, packin' a MAC in the back of the Ac' 
And at the exact same time, 
I attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicin' that 
I'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' table 
Over the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in half 
Only realized it was ironic, 
I was signed to Aftermath after the fact 
How could I not blow? All I do is drop F-bombs 
Feel my wrath of attack 
Rappers are havin' a rough time period, here's a maxi pad 
It's actually disastrously bad for the wack 
While I'm masterfully constructing this masterpièce 

'Cause I'm beginnin' to feel like a Rap God, Rap God 
All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod 
Now who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box? 
Let me show you maintainin' this shit ain't that hard, that hard 

Everybody want the key and the secret 
To rap immortality like I have got 
Well, to be truthful the blueprint's 
Simply rage and youthful exuberance 
Everybody loves to root for a nuisance 
Hit the Earth like an asteroid 
Did nothing but shoot for the Moon since (Pew!) 
MC's get taken to school with this music 
'Cause I use it as a vehicle to "bust a rhyme" 
Now I lead a new school full of students 
Me? I'm a product of Rakim 
Lakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N.W.A, Cube, hey Doc, Ren 
Yella, Eazy, thank you, they got Slim 
Inspired enough to one day grow up, blow up and be in a position 
To meet Run–D.M.C. and induct them 
Into the motherfuckin' Rock and Roll Hall of Fame 
Even though I'll walk in the church and burst in a ball of flames 
Only Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fame 
On the wall of (shame) 
You fags think it's all a game, 
'til I walk a flock of flames 
Off a plank and, tell me what in the fuck are you thinkin'? 
Little gay-lookin' boy 
So gay I can barely say it with a straight face, lookin' boy 
You're witnessin' a massacre 
Like you're watching a church gathering 
take place, lookin' boy 
"Oy vey, that boy's gay!" – that's all they say, lookin' boy 
You get a thumbs up, pat on the back 
And a "way to go" from your label every day, lookin' boy 
Hey, lookin' boy! What you say, lookin' boy? 
I get a "hell yeah" from Dre, lookin' boy 
I'ma work for everything I have, 
never ask nobody for shit 
Get outta my face, lookin' boy! 
Basically, boy, you're never gonna be capable 
Of keepin' up with the same pace, lookin' boy, 'cause— 

I'm beginnin' to feel like a Rap God, Rap God 
All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod 
The way I'm racin' around the track, call me NASCAR, NASCAR 
Dale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash God 
Kneel before General Zod 
This planet's Krypton – no, Asgard, Asgard 

So you'll be Thor and I'll be Odin 
You're rodent, I'm omnipotent 
Let off, then I'm reloadin' 
Immediately with these bombs I'm totin' 
And I should not be woken 
I'm the walkin' dead, but I'm just a talkin' head, a zombie floatin' 
But I got your mom deep-throatin' 
I'm out my Ramen Noodle 
We have nothin' in common, poodle 
I'm a Doberman, 
pinch yourself in the arm and pay homage, pupil 
It's me, my honesty's brutal 
But it's honestly futile if I don't utilize what I do though 
For good at least once in a while 
So I wanna make sure, somewhere in this chicken scratch 
I scribble and doodle enough rhymes 
To maybe try to help get some people through tough times 
But I gotta keep a few punchlines 
Just in case, 'cause even you unsigned 
Rappers are hungry lookin' at me 
like it's lunchtime 
I know there was a time where once I 
Was king of the underground 
But I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grind 
So I crunch rhymes, but sometimes when you combine 
Appeal with the skin color of mine 
You get too big and here they come tryin'
To censor you like that one line 
I said on "I'm Back" from The Mathers LP 1 when I 
Tried to say I'll take seven kids from Columbine 
Put 'em all in a line, add an AK-47, a revolver and a 9 
See if I get away with it now 
that I ain't as big as I was, but I'm 
Morphin' into an immortal, 
comin' through the portal 
You're stuck in a time warp from 2004 though 
And I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme for 
You're pointless as Rapunzel with fuckin' cornrows 
You write normal? Fuck being normal! 
And I just bought a new raygun from the future 
Just to come and shoot ya, like when Fabolous made Ray J mad 
'Cause Fab said he looked like a fag at Mayweather's pad 
Singin' to a man while they played piano 
Man, oh man, that was a 24/7 special on the cable channel 
So Ray J went straight to the radio station 
The very next day, "Hey Fab, I'ma kill you!" 
Lyrics comin' at you at supersonic speed (J.J. Fad) 
Uh, summa-lumma, dooma-lumma, you assumin' I'm a human 
What I gotta do to get it through to you? 
I'm superhuman 
Innovative and I'm made of rubber, 
so that anything you say is ricochetin' off of me 
and it'll glue to you and 
I'm devastating, more than ever demonstrating 
How to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitating 
Never fading, and I know the haters are forever waiting 
For the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating 
'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivated 
I make elevating music, you make elevator music 
"Oh, he's too mainstream." 
Well, that's what they do when they get jealous, they confuse it 
"It's not hip-hop, it's pop," – 'cause I found a hella way to fuse it 
With rock, shock rap with Doc 
Throw on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose it 
"I don't know how to make songs like that 
I don't know what words to use." 
Let me know when it occurs to you 
While I'm rippin' any one of these verses that versus you 
It's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' you 
How many verses I gotta murder to 
Prove that if you were half as nice 
Your songs you could sacrifice virgins to? 
Ungh, school flunky, pill junkie 
But look at the accolades these skills brung me 
Full of myself, but still hungry 
I bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind to 
And I'm a million leagues above you 
Ill when I speak in tongues, but it's still tongue-in-cheek, fuck you! 
I'm drunk – so, Satan, take the fucking wheel 
I'ma sleep in the front seat 
Bumpin' Heavy D and the Boyz, still "Chunky but Funky" 
But in my head there's something I can feel tugging and struggling 
Angels fight with devils, and here's what they want from me 
They're askin' me to eliminate some of the women hate 
But if you take into consideration the bitter hatred 
I have, then you may be a little patient 
And more sympathetic to the situation 
And understand the discrimination 
But fuck it, life's handin' you lemons, make lemonade then! 
But if I can't batter the women 
How the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then? 
Don't mistake him for (Satan); it's a fatal mistake 
If you think I need to be overseas and take a vacation 
To trip a broad, and make her fall on her face and 
Don't be a retard – be a king? Think not 
Why be a king when you can be a God?

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