Musica de Allrounda Productions del Genero: Lyrics Todos los artistas y cantantes de música de Lyrics son individuos talentosos y apasionados que dedican su vida a crear y compartir su arte con el mundo. Su música de Allrounda Productions tiene el poder de emocionarnos, inspirarnos y conectarnos a un nivel profundo. En este blog FoxMusicaDe, exploraremos el mundo de los artistas y cantantes de música del genero Lyrics, destacando su dedicación, creatividad y contribuciones a la cultura.
Los artistas y cantantes de música tienen la capacidad única de expresar sus emociones y experiencias a través de su voz y talento musical. A través de sus letras y melodías, nos llevan a un viaje emocional y nos permiten conectarnos con nuestras propias emociones.
Además de su talento musical, los artistas y cantantes son verdaderos profesionales en su campo. Trabajan arduamente para perfeccionar su
[Verse 1: Alexander Graham Bell]
Ring, Ring!
It's your destiny calling
Pick up you bloke!
I spit rhymes so amazing
You'll end up with another stroke!
Mister Ford, come here
Put your dukes up once and for all!
You'll be the one coming up short
Even though I'm not as tall!
See, this is my impression of you:
"I blame this sock, this umbrella
And this beat on the Jews!"
This battle's only just begun
But I've already won!
'Cause fact is, I hate you more
Than you hate your own son!
[Verse 2: Henry Ford]
I'll snap you like a Graham cracker
And erase you with one smear
But what are you going to do, douchebag?
You can't even hear!
Go back to Scotland, laddie
And try to crеate a better way to taunt!
Why would you еven invent something
You don't actually want?
Facing you is most definitely
Not all it's cracked up to be
What's the buzz?
Oh, it's just the engine from my new Model-T!
You suck Alex
Here, I'm simply going to be blunt
You only have abilities
If you put a dis- in front!
[Verse 3: Alexander Graham Bell]
You're going down Henry!
On destruction I'm hellbent!
It'll take more than your whole assembly line
To even make a dent!
You're getting hydro-foiled sonny
I'll wreck your machines
Then knock you right off
The cover of Time magazine!
I'll write the story of your defeat
And send it to National Geographic
Forget about creating cars
You're just the creator of traffic!
We all know you wanted to say "Yes"
To Kurt Ladecke
Every one of your rhymes:
Now that's what I call a Car Wreck!
[Verse 4: Henry Ford]
I spit rhymes colder than metal
But you still can't detect it, son
Was I not speaking into your good ear?
Oh wait, you don't have one!
I hope you stroll down the the retirement home
And call it quits
I'm worth 200 billion dollars
You aren't worth a piece of shit!
I spit rhymes faster than a light beam
So go back to the place you like to dream
Cause this is a mass production of disses;
Fordism at it's extreme!
Oh Alexander
Your rapping's even worse than I had feared!
So hop on one my inventions
And get the hell out of here!