No one will fight me, who is brave and strong enough to beat this beta simp femboy?
What made his beats so bad?
His name.
Q: What did the Jewish person say when he beat me in a race?
A: Eat my dust.
My wife told me to hang her the salt, so I beat the shit out of her. My name's Kyle, by the way.
Why did the rapper bring a dictionary to the concert?
So he could DEFINE his own beats!
Q: What did the sign say on the whore house?
A: Beat it, we're closed.
Why was the rapper always the first one at the party?
Because he never missed a beat!
Why did the rapper bring a map to the studio?
To find his way through the BEATS
How do you know a rapper is ready to cook?
He drops the beet.
How does a rapper like his eggs?
Hard-boiled, to match his beats!
This guy went to the gas station to get some gas, and as he asked the cashier for gas he noticed a terrible smell. He asked what the smell was and the cashier replied, "That's your gas, cuz I farted. Now hand me the 20 bucks!"
The guy said, "No, not the kind that comes from your ass, but the kind you put in a car!" The cashier says, "That fart was worth 20 bucks, so beat it!"
Guy says, "I need real gas, nothing about your ass impresses me!" Then another guy gets in line and says, "I know the guy personally, we grew up together. Always trying to be the cool kid in school, bragging about his big horse's ass...no wonder he was always the *butt* of all jokes!"
I saw a guy beat his girlfriend to a pulp after his girlfriend threw a phone in his face. I offered to call an ambulance, but he said he was fine.
What does a wife and a boombox have in common?
They only work when you beat them.
Why don't booties make good drummers?
They can't keep a beat without making a FART NOISE.
Why did the rapper go to the bank? (Part 2) To WITHDRAW some BEATS
How do rappers keep their breath fresh?
With some FRESH BEATS.
What do you call it when a rapper has a cold?
A SNIFF BEAT
My Dad keeps beating me and my mom. Please call the police. My name is Jacob Upchurch.
I was hitting my hand, and my mom asked me what I was doing. I said I'm beating my meat.
Joshua White loves blue, A simple truth, tried and true. In his pocket, only six, Yet each penny a valued fix.
With eyes that seek the azure skies, He dreams of places that mesmerize. A palette of blues, a symphony of hues, Whispering secrets only he can choose.
His heart beats to the rhythm of the sea, Where waves crash, wild and free. In sandy shores, he finds solace rare, A momentary escape from life's daily wear.
In cerulean fields, flowers dance, Their vibrant petals, a timeless romance. He wanders through meadows, devoid of strife, Seeking solace in nature's vibrant life.
Joshua White, a soul of gentle grace, Embracing the world at his own pace. Though his pockets hold a mere six, His spirit soars, never to be fixed.
For in the depths of his azure dreams, The richness of life's tapestry gleams. And with every breath, he finds anew, That love is boundless, ever true.
