raper
I am a raper am traying to do big things if anyone out there who can helpme please email to xxxxxxxxxxcto_cto@xxxxx.com
Oooh, I think I know this one:
I like big things and I cannot lie
Those other rapers can’t deny
When a thing walks in with a weasel on its head
And Craigslist in its face, you get …
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I have the perfect name for this sparky
Notorious B.A.S (Bad At Spelling)
When did rapers start advertising on CL? Wouldn’t the authorities catch on to that and ruin all his big plans?
Sparky should trayed day jobs for a mailroom gig raping packages. A good reference might get offer.
Sparky, you are beyond help.
This is almost as bad as accidentally putting a space in the word “therapist”.
Or combining the words “analyst” and “therapist”.
Tobias Fünke
Analrapist
A raper doing big things on a tray? What has been imagined can never be un-imagined.
While I appreciate the commemoration of Trayvon Martin’s memory, I don’t think felonious sex is the way to go.
Felonious Sax is IF’s Thelonious Monk/Kenny G. cover jazz band.
Bad Sparky! No more computer time for you!
Worst desert tray ever.
Worst Dessert Wrap, too.
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Trying (traying) to do big things? Can’t help you there. Trying to do time in the big house? Hello, police.
Instead of traying, maybe he should just table his fantasy as a raper until he learns how to spell.
Traying is the new Planking–whutup, ‘hhup, Rapid City
Maybe the church he went to annointed him with rapeseed oil.
Grim raper.
Grime raper
There’s no “I” in rapier!
Oh wait, Snap! . . .
See, I can rap.
I’m groovy as a record
I’m clean as your spleen
I’m a nifty kinda guy
And my underwear’s clean.
(Cus my mum bleaches this stuff, it’s really clean.)
One raper, Two raper, Red raper, Blue raper,
Black raper, Blue raper, Old raper, New raper.
This one has a little car.
This one has a candy bar.
Say! What a lot of rapers there are.
Yes. Some are red, and some are blue.
Some are old and some are new.
Some are sad, and some are glad,
And all are very, very bad.
Hmm, air port code RAP is Rapid City, ND.
Code TRA is Tarama, Japan.
Ok, from that, I got nuttin.
Other than a perverse mental image of a bunch of Japanese in furry Gi and snowshoes engaged in dubstep, other than a vague recollection of that being the first three signs of the ‘pocky’klipse
I think Sparky broke the Cap’n.
Admiral Ackbar says, “It’s a RAP!!”
These are not the druids you are looking for…
Oh great. Bad enough, we’re a porn site. Now the FBI is watching us very closely. Hope they at least get a chuckle out of this.
We’re a bad influence on the Intertubez, which is quite an accomplishment.
Damn it feels good to be a raper
A real raper-ass Sparky plays his cards right
A real raper-ass Sparky never does no stinkin’ work
’cause real raper-ass Sparkies don’t think right
And Sparkies always gotta high hopes
Showin’ all his boys how he’ll make it
But real raper-ass Sparkies don’t try, dopes
’cause real gangsta-ass Sparkies simply fake it
And everythings cool in the mind of a raper
’cause raper-ass Sparkies email
Beg three-sixty-five a year 24/7
’cause this raper-ass Sparky’s all fail.
And all I gotta say to you
Wannabe, sad-to-see, e-mailer, better read the paper
’cause when the real world dawns what the F you gonna do
Damn you’re not gonna be a raper
NEWSPAPER…!
Keepin’ track of
your neighborhood RAPER!
Oh. My.
My neighbor truly is a physical therapist and yes, her email is therapist#####@whateverdomain.com I don’t know if she has a blind spot to alternative spellings or what, but I’m too interested in keeping her as a friendly neighbor to say, “Hey! Guess how your email can be interpreted?!”
Hey, Sir Spark-a-little, Imma help you. U can’t touch this. A rap song about big thangs already be done. In 1992. You jiggy wit dat?
TC had the set-up, Dan made the pitch, and ghostie hit it outta the lounge! Punchity Punch Punch!
Good Morning, Rapers United!