I love rape. I mean Rap. It's great. It makes us intelligent. So much so, that every youth in the world, especially the ones who are not popular, can now have the access to drugs, sex and weapons to become the popular kid in Kindergarten. What a great way for the nerdy kid, who likes books, taking baths and repeat episodes of The Brady Bunch to walk into school and rhyme, "Yo yo yo, you skinny little ass, gonna tell yall a story bout a kid sitting in mass, he didn't like the priest, he didn't like his style, he didn't like the way that his poo fell in piles" Then belt his teacher over the head with a baseball bat that has nails sticking out of it. I mean, wow, not only has the kid learned what similar syllables sound like, A feat most grown up rappers still can't master (I'm looking in your direction Will Smith ans Shaquille O'Neal) but he has also managed to gain the respect and fear of his peers. Then that kid could wear bling. Huge razor blades from sharpeners, Lead from Pencils. The possibilities are endless, Let there be popularity for the nerdy kid called Paddy. Let him, have all yall bitches. Then, let him make songs that openly disagree with gays and beating up your mum then have people say, Oh it's ok that hes a dickhead who lets his broom handle molest him each night, he had a bad childhood. No he didn't. He was the greatest rapper that the idiots in Mrs Kruger's (A nickname given to her after an unfortunate baseball bat incident) class has ever seen. YALL.
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