P. Bastard
P. is 44 years old.
He is the Electric Guitarist of Bastardization.
P. is also known as "Jester".
P. is located in London at Highgate Cemetery.
P. likes to exercise at the gym during off hours and is trying to talk to media in order to get ahead professionally.
Wut? We booked a tour?! HOW?! *smirks*
Rap you up
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Song Details
Rap you up is Crowdpleaser music in tempo Andante. The music is revolutionary and the lyrics are earth shaking. The song was written 5/22/2012 by P. Bastard. The originality is perfect.
| Fame: |
85 |
| Popularity: |
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| Stage Potential: |
30 |
| Genre: |
Punk Rock |
| Owner: |
Bastardization |
| First Revealed: |
6/10/2012 |
Dominant Instruments
Electric Guitar
Lead Vocals
Special Lyrics
They tried to fuck me, I said not to trust em,
I handle my biz with a blow to the head,
while your bitch sucks my dick,
she love me,
I lick her ass back and front,
ridin' my cock like its her last,
crawls back for more,
you cry bitch while your pussy moans,
I have the money, the fame and don't need none,
not today,
your ass is on the hitlist,
you really wanna feel my fist,
insecure white trash,
motherfuckin' lousy hash,
I ain't buyin the crap you sellin',
only high class.
You run your mouth behind my back,
planning a route to attack,
I don't give a flyin' fuck,
I dealt my cards right,
touched rock bottom,
so you can lick my scrotum,
Always on top,
what I deliver is dope,
aight,
drink half a bottle, you're off your feet,
a line of coke to feel the kick,
I do a mountain amounts,
you should give me props, drop the hats,
blood thirsty vampires,
suck my cock.
Dis song's a killa,
I'm your motherfuckin' thrilla,
MJ can't deliver it like I can,
momma look at me, I'm a rapper,
with the bling bling and a rap sheet,
I'm rockin' this shit,
makin' the bitches cream,
fuckin' my mom,
fuckin' my kids,
you my son,
my brother,
but if you cross me over,
you're a goner.
Aight aight.
Big cock.
Yeah.
Mah bruv.
Yeah.
A new house.
Yeah.
Big big cock.
Yeah yeah yeah!
Bling bling!
Kill a whore!