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: Robert E. Lee]
Can someone please Grant me
Amoment to diss this slut?
Watching your army fight
Is like seeing the elephant's butt!
I spit rhymes harder than a Stonewall
So try and spit back son
Ain't none of your soldiers good enough
To compare to Jackson!
Boy, you need to focus on your health
People played you in movies
But I've got a 60 foot statue of myself!
Surrender to the almighty Robert Edward Lee
You may have been President
But you're just a Simpson to me!
[Verse 2: Ulysses S. Grant]
Let us have war
I'll be the one standing tall
I crushed the Ku Klux Klan
So this can't be hard at all!
You may have a buck and ball
But there's not a lot down there
Is a .69 caliber musket
All you have in your warfare?
You plus rap equals failure
It's basic mathematics
Air-up your defeat
Like you did at Appomattox
I wasn't born in the woods
To be scared by an owl
I'm a Northern war hero
Your Southern rhymes are just foul!
[Verse 3: Robert E. Lee]
What in the Sam Hill?
What the hell did I just hear?
Great Scott, this damn Yankee
Sure knows how to wreck my ears!
I'm actually fighting
'Cause unlike you, I'm tough
Quit trying to rap
Hasn't your throat already had enough?
I defeated every Hooker
That your army threw at me
I can kick your ass from Texas
All the way to Cincinnati!
Get out of the White House
Two terms, yeah you're done!
After I win, we'll party harder
Than Mardi Gras son!
[Verse 4: Ulysses S. Grant]
I'm as fit as a fiddle
You're just fit to be tired!
I actually spit a few intelligent words
Before I died!
I won't release you from this rap bond
Until you free the slaves
You people eat armadillo man
That's just insane!
This is North over South
You're literally being crushed!
Bitch, I spit rhymes richer
Than the California Gold Rush!
I've been through the mill and back
Now I'm here to make you flee!
So draw your furrow straighter
And admit your defeat!