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A keresés eredménye

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2018.09.21.

Špitálský rap

Houba:
So, now you're trynna advocate,
a school, a man can't not hate.
It looks like a cube, designed in Minecraft,
I'd better move, escape on a crap raft.
Just so I don't have to look at this thing,
I spoke enough, it's time for you to sing!
 
Lukyn:
I won't be singing here, I'd rather rap,
From what I've seen, your rhymes are pretty crap.
So take a look at how it's done here,
from your rap I'm starting to feel ill.
I think our school looks great 'n I like the shape,
Those who don't think so, those can kiss my base.
 
Houba:
Stop talking shit, schools are not pretty,
I'm starving in here, the lunch is not yummy.
Not yummy, you heard correctly.
The schnitzel meat content, I would resolve legally.
I'd love to send Polreich to your school,
he'd shit on it, the prestige would go boom.
 
Lukyn:
Prestige your just, is taking a hit,
is going to shit, hear that you did.
My words are better, don't you just run,
I get all the whores, I've got a better source
and I'm not afraid, to use them against yours,
On a cemetery, tonight you will snooze.
Hates against food, I take personally,
Every time I go there, I'm filled up immensely.
Potato dumplings, get your forks ready,
You never ate potatoes, cooked so superbly.
 
Houba:
When I return home, return from work,
With the teachers' faces, I don't have to cope.
Faces of teachers, that hate their job,
Or those, whose forehead will throb.
They're so disgusting, it's not emotional,
Even after seven, the hate's still mutual.
They don't really bother, they just want their freedom,
They got us to the bottom, they're gonna teach us fuck all.
 
Lukyn:
You are mistaken, that's not the truth,
We're really lovin', having this school.
Our teachers, not our preachers,
Isn't that tremendous? It is that simple.
Turnstiles we have, that ruin every morning,
But we don't care, no one here's murdering.
As the legend says, murderer's stay low,
There, where janitors' ghosts go.
One-eighty staris, when you're finished climbing,
There's a pack o' teachers by a table mumbling.
In the Eagle's Nest there're no sleeping sessions,
The final solution, creating finals questions.
We'll pass the finals, that's all clear,
We know the answers, the fear's not real.
I'd stop it dude, you're being cold,
This is not a zoo, although it's rabbit ruled.