Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song You Can't Rap , by - Example. Release date: 04.03.2007
Song language: English
You Can't Rap |
| You can’t rap, my friend, you’re white and you’re from Fernley |
| Please put down the mic, there’s no way you can fool them |
| Don’t be stupid, you won’t get that far |
| Turn your back on that gay shit and get in the crazy car |
| Of all the possibilities I ever coulda chosen |
| Supposing career wise I’d picked Hip Hop |
| Imagine all the tip top rapper’s bottom lips drop |
| Sitting there shocked that some other bloody shit hot |
| Dude with a mullet, bussin shorts, wearing flip flops |
| Is spitting to a gathering looking like a criss cross |
| Of fans loving Prodigy, Kylie and Slipknot |
| Nearly coulda happened bro, look at me, I shit not |
| White Tay Tay rhymes for the hell of it |
| If only he was ghetto mans, maybe we would sell a bit |
| I tried hard to dig up the credentials |
| Even thought about putting gold in my dentals |
| An Anglo Saxon with a broken accent |
| But rappers from Fulham get a strange reaction |
| I said bye to Rap, saw the issue at hand |
| Some guitar lessons later, formed my own band |
| Attention seeking, how far should a man go? |
| Cut his ear off like Vincent Van Gogh |
| Dash cash to the crowd so the venue scrambles |
| Turn my good life into a baby shambles |
| Fuck myself up real properly like Pete Doherty |
| Cover of heat, I’m hot property |
| Everybody’s clocking me, I own the crowd |
| Then I gotta link me up with a girls aloud |
| Next, exchange vows now my pop’s is proud |
| There’s a nine on my cloud, I’m as pleased as I ever been, bro |
| Mans flash like Jose Mourinho |
| Women crave me like bottles of pinot |
| Now I’ve got big I can fight photographers |
| Bang the obvious, please biographers |
| Spend currency 'til there ain’t none left |
| And when I need more I’ll fake my own death |
| You can’t rap, my friend |
| Right now it’s just hit and miss, soon I’ll taste a bit of bliss |
| Banging chicks at worst with looks like Jayne Middlemiss |
| Never doing hideous, it’s too bad for business |
| I spin when they grin with skin like Darth Sidious |
| Never out-riddle this, all chattin' gibberish |
| Verbal diarrhea so you’re never getting rid of this |
| I hear your retorts, there’s all sorts like liquorice |
| I can sense your bitterness, you wishing you written this |
| You can’t rap, my friend, you’re white and you’re from Fernley |
| Please put down the mic, there’s no way you can fool them |
| Don’t be stupid, you won’t get that far |
| Turn your back on that gay shit and bang that real tuff stuff in the car!!! |