Absurd Is The Word (EXPLICIT) by That’s Nice

Yeah… this ain’t a rap battle…
…it’s a roast barbecue, and your whole family’s on the grill.

You rap like Ellen DeGeneres after a stroke,
Soundin’ confused as Ozzy Osbourne sniffin’ coke.
You brag ‘bout your money, but you still look broke,
Like Joe Biden searchin’ for the words he just spoke.
Your crew lookin’ like Trump on the shitter takin’ a dump,
Your bitch wants you to keep it up but you’re a two pump chump.
Oprah pulled up, said “boy, you depressed,”
Then slapped your ass harder than Maury with a test.
I’m roastin’, toastin’, jokes explodin’,
Bars hit harder than the Kool-Aid Man bull-dozin’.
Donald Duck flow, quack-rap, overdosed in,
Inspector Gadget peekin’ while your granny legs open.
Your mom look like Whoopi Goldberg as a back up dancer,
Your dad dress tacky like pajamas on Fred Sanford.
Your girl moans weird, sounds just like Barack,
“Uh… Michelle, I need you to tuck your cock in your sock.”
You dance like Pence on a gay pride float,
You smell like sweat mixed with a pork rind coat.
Your rhymes stink worse than Pauly D’s cologne coats,
Like Mike Tyson readin’ Dr. Seuss quotes.
Face like Shrek eatin’ Red Lobster biscuits,
Flow like Trump peepin’ porn hub visits.
Style like Martha Stewart wildin’ in a mosh pit,
Pants so tight you got yeast infections with the crotch itch.

This ain’t rap, this is stand-up raw,
Roast your ass till they change the law.
Your girl’s a dog, I tell her to give me paw.
Crowd’s laughin’ loud when I’m crackin’ a jaw,
Quick-draw McGraw firin’ shots till they fall,  yellin Heeeee Haw!
Even SpongeBob said “HA HA HA!”

You rap like Dora with a head cold cough,
Your girl’s meat-curtains spread like wings of a moth.
She has to O D on Zoloft just to get off,
Like Gumby yellin’, “OH YEAH!” You’re soft.
Your uncle’s a furry dressed up as Goofy,
Your aunt got sex tapes in a Howard The Duck movie.
Your grandma twerks her booty to reruns of I Love Lucy,
While your dad gets pegged by Judge Judy.
You look like Danny DeVito cosplayed as MacGyver,
Voice squeak high pitched like Mariah on fire.
Your whole style zesty like shows on Bravo,
Chin stick out like Jay Leno, lookin’ like a game stickin’ out a busted Nintendo.

This ain’t rap, this is stand-up raw,
Roast your ass till they change the law.
Your girl’s a dog, I tell her to give me paw.
Crowd’s laughin’ loud when I’m crackin’ a jaw,
Quick-draw McGraw firin’ shots till they fall yellin Heeeee Haw!
Even SpongeBob said “HA HA HA!”

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Yeah… this ain’t a rap battle… …it’s a roast barbecue, and your whole family’s on the grill. You rap like Ellen DeGeneres after a stroke, Soundin’ confused as Ozzy Osbourne sniffin’ coke. You brag ‘bout your money, but you still look broke, Like Joe Biden searchin’ for the words he just spoke. Your crew lookin’ like Trump on the shitter takin’ a dump, Your bitch wants you to keep it up but you’re a two pump chump. Oprah pulled up, said “boy, you depressed,” Then slapped your ass harder than Maury with a test. I’m roastin’, toastin’, jokes explodin’, Bars hit harder than the Kool-Aid Man bull-dozin’. Donald Duck flow, quack-rap, overdosed in, Inspector Gadget peekin’ while your granny legs open. Your mom look like Whoopi Goldberg as a back up dancer, Your dad dress tacky like pajamas on Fred Sanford. Your girl moans weird, sounds just like Barack, “Uh… Michelle, I need you to tuck your cock in your sock.” You dance like Pence on a gay pride float, You smell like sweat mixed with a pork rind coat. Your rhymes stink worse than Pauly D’s cologne coats, Like Mike Tyson readin’ Dr. Seuss quotes. Face like Shrek eatin’ Red Lobster biscuits, Flow like Trump peepin’ porn hub visits. Style like Martha Stewart wildin’ in a mosh pit, Pants so tight you got yeast infections with the crotch itch. This ain’t rap, this is stand-up raw, Roast your ass till they change the law. Your girl’s a dog, I tell her to give me paw. Crowd’s laughin’ loud when I’m crackin’ a jaw, Quick-draw McGraw firin’ shots till they fall, yellin Heeeee Haw! Even SpongeBob said “HA HA HA!” You rap like Dora with a head cold cough, Your girl’s meat-curtains spread like wings of a moth. She has to O D on Zoloft just to get off, Like Gumby yellin’, “OH YEAH!” You’re soft. Your uncle’s a furry dressed up as Goofy, Your aunt got sex tapes in a Howard The Duck movie. Your grandma twerks her booty to reruns of I Love Lucy, While your dad gets pegged by Judge Judy. You look like Danny DeVito cosplayed as MacGyver, Voice squeak high pitched like Mariah on fire. Your whole style zesty like shows on Bravo, Chin stick out like Jay Leno, lookin’ like a game stickin’ out a busted Nintendo. This ain’t rap, this is stand-up raw, Roast your ass till they change the law. Your girl’s a dog, I tell her to give me paw. Crowd’s laughin’ loud when I’m crackin’ a jaw, Quick-draw McGraw firin’ shots till they fall yellin Heeeee Haw! Even SpongeBob said “HA HA HA!” This ain’t rap, this is stand-up raw, Roast your ass till they change the law. Your girl’s a dog, I tell her to give me paw. Crowd’s laughin’ loud when I’m crackin’ a jaw, Quick-draw McGraw firin’ shots till they fall yellin Heeeee Haw! Even SpongeBob said “HA HA HA!”

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