Текст песни Fire Rap (Rone) с переводом

I kicked you the fuck out of the office then you got kicked the FUCK out of the

company!

You don’t even have Bitcoin Michael Rapaport

You use exclusively 90's slang, and the kids DON’T LIKE YOU

Verse 1 (Rone):

Michael Rapaport you fucking 10 gallon drum of curdled milk. You fuckin busted

pussy. Get the fuck out of here…

Aye Rap I’m back and I’m still that dude

And I’ve got bad news mike I Kill cats too

I’ll beat Rapaport to applesauce You fuck you

All your rants are just jacking off, so you fuck you

Rapaport I’m not here for the back and forth

You better play it safe fore Lily Taylor brings you back in court

Shoulda been a stain on a motel’s Davenport

All that white guilt has got you sounding like Macklemore

Listen Michael Rap I’d rather get a spinal tap

Go out to neverland ranch and sit in michael’s lap

You sullied your career with that monster on your chin

Plus you Talk a lot of shit for a Walking blob of jizz

Couldn’t make it as a stand up

Couldn’t make it as an actor

Couldn’t make it on podcast

Couldn’t make it as a director

You couldn’t make it anywhere

And we despise you cuz

But We can’t make you go away

What’s that remind you of

You’re not hood you live with the day traders

You’ll still be a race baiter when you’ve got a pacemaker

You act hard but upper east side’s where you rep

Thats barely in the hood like Kevin Garnett

The most fake twitters accounts on the globe

More burners than an industrial stove

He’s a snake oil salesman with nothing to sell

Wanna be down so bad, he’d start cutting himself

You look like a puddle of pudding in every picture

You look like you might be larry bird’s mom’s sister

You act like act like kenny powers but uglier and sicker

‘cept i always saw You more as a catcher than a pitcher

How you live like a ho but act so mean

How you so washed up but never look clean

And please, let’s not fucking forget

You dated Phoebe and SHE was the ugliest Friend

YO There’s not one medium that you sound good on

You’ve burned every bridge that you’ve ever set foot on

And this is straight at your chest no indirects

I just killed the worst person on the internet

Verse 2 (Davey Pageviews):

FUCK Michael Raaaaport, you should’ve left it alOHHN

Time to remind you I own the Iron Throne

Marshamallow Man, Lawyered up bitch

Hope the girls you gave the herp to don’t snitch!

Verse 3 (KFC):

The whites dont want you, the blacks dont want you

That order of protection she dropped will still haunt you

The Race bating shit, photoshops of fuckin dave

Even Phife dawg is rolling over in his grave

1998 restraining order

Shoulda taught ya

To close your mouth and know your fuckin role

Once Davey bought ya

Career on life support you might as well go and retire

But you had to go and run your mouth

And now you gotta feel this fire

You say you dont fact check

So let me break it down

100 thousand in the bank cause

You’re a motherfuckin clown

Fronting like you talk that shit

Like you can go and tear up

Only flames that come up out your mouth

Is when you have a flare up

Old racist man always lookin for a fight

Let you in on a secret mike, YOU’RE WHITE

The blacks dont want you, the whites dont want you

That order of protection she dropped will still haunt you

The Race bating shit, the photoshops of fuckin dave

Even Phife dawg is rolling over in his grave

Interlude 1(Nate Dogg):

Nobody has said Playa Hata since 1997! You 75 year old herpe having

motherfuckin piece of shiiiIIIIIIT!

Verse 4 (KMarko):

Email me on the side asking «Can I help you better»

Bitch, you ain’t relevant enough to make my newsletter

Please please, Mr Keith, pretty please give me some love

But with Twitter fingers on actin like you’re pretty tough

Like you’re a superstar who needs no help with his fame

Put a rant up on my blog get zero clicks to your name

Cause nobody’s cared about you since you tried to move with Phoebe

Herpes-havin motherfucker givin girls the heebie jeebies

So you stalk them, harass them, tap all on their windows

Bit parts in 5 movies is that still your only win though?

«My bank account is big, my bank account is poppin»

So’s that sore up on your face with all that puss on top it — bitch

Verse 5 (Francis):

I’m Michael Rapaport, and I’m here to say

You’re a racist motherfucker and you’re probably gay

I’ve been in over 60 movies, I’ve been spreading my seed

Like Shaggy and Scoobie, I never get any leads

If you take every scene from every movie I’ve done

Put them back to back and you just let the tape run

You grab a hold of your dick and try to empty your plums

I guarantee the tape will finish long before you have cum

Done lots of TV, White Famous for example

Like a pop up on your laptop, I’m always getting cancelled

King of talking trash, real thin skin though

If you break up with me, I’ll come knocking at your window!

Interlude 2 (Nate Dogg):

Remember when that shark ate you? I watch it all the time. Cause you’re dead

and you’re dead to me. You shouldn’t have shot that bird on Friends.

GET THE FUCK OUT!

Verse 6 (PFT):

You act like youre from the corner but who’s fooling who

You ain’t richard sherman but you got a lesion of doom

You called me TV dinner well my shits amuse bouche

Put it all in your mouth even though your lips need a douche

Lost your job, you got the blues, but I’m the king like bb

Your busted face so ugly you had to settle for Phoebe

You talk a big game but you’re old dumb and fat

The only pussy that you slay is a calico cat

Your wife’s gonna bounce and i dont blame her i’d leave ya

So take the money you owe Smitty and invest in Abreva

Interlude 3 (Zah):

:Zimbabwe Curse:

Verse 6 (Smitty):

Hold up wait a minute. Ya’ll thought I was finished?

I won’t let that perp with herp think that he is winning

Dude your a loser, you’re the cracker honkey

You got put in a cage by our office Spider Monkey

Your takes are outrageous. Your act is ostentatious

That shit on your face is beyond Stage-5 contagious

You think you’re a tough guy taking haters for a ride?

You grew up spinning dreidels on the Upper East Side

You look like a chemo Yertle the turtle

Shooting blanks on Twitter like Portnoy the infertile

You’re all bark and no bite. A fraud and a hack

The only place you’re tough is on the internet and behind people’s backs

And if you wanna go IRL just come at me trying to flex

I’ll end up making you look as black and blue as your ex

Crazy part is I drove you insane. I can offer some of my juice to stop breaking

your brain