Don’t think dark 💀😂Gaming.217 #gta #gta5 #gaming #gamer #joke #jokes #funny #shorts (Sound YT/vootz)

Don’t think dark 💀😂Gaming.217 #gta #gta5 #gaming #gamer #joke #jokes #funny #shorts (Sound YT/vootz)

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  1. Afro Chicken says:

    Does anyone get this joke or think he’s being serious?

  2. Shadow Eclipse says:

    The last joke was the whitest joke I’ve ever heard lol

  3. BredC4T says:

    Whenever I think of Monica, I think of Monica Lewinsky

    And so would Bill

    • Jack Westfall says:

      Kingfish

    • Big Bubba Gamer says:

      @Hasan Tagizade Look, I was gonna go easy on you
      Not to hurt your feelings
      But I’m only going to get this one chance
      Something’s wrong, I can feel it
      (Six minutes)

      Just a feeling I’ve got
      Like something’s about to happen
      But I don’t know what
      If that means what I think it means

      We’re in trouble, big trouble
      And if he is as bananas as you say
      I’m not taking any chances
      You are just what the doc ordered

      I’m beginnin’ to feel like a Rap God, Rap God
      All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod
      Now, who thinks their arms are long enough
      To slap box, slap box?
      They said I rap like a robot, so call me Rap-bot

      But for me to rap like a computer
      It must be in my genes
      I got a laptop in my back pocket
      My pen’ll go off when I half-cock it
      Got a fat knot from that rap profit

      Made a livin’ and a killin’ off it
      Ever since Bill Clinton was still in office
      With Monica Lewinsky feelin’ on his nutsack
      I’m an MC still as honest
      But as rude and as indecent as all hell
      Syllables, skill-a-holic (Kill ’em all with)

      This flippity dippity-hippity hip-hop
      You don’t really wanna get into a pissin’ match
      With this rappity brat, packin’ a MAC
      In the back of the Ac’
      Backpack rap crap, yap-yap, yackety-yack

      And at the exact same time
      I attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts
      While I’m practicin’ that
      I’ll still be able to break a motherfuckin’ table
      Over the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in half

      Only realized it was ironic
      I was signed to Aftermath after the fact
      How could I not blow?
      All I do is drop F-bombs
      Feel my wrath of attack
      Rappers are havin’ a rough time period
      Here’s a maxi pad
      It’s actually disastrously bad for the wack
      While I’m masterfully constructing this masterpiece as

      ‘Cause I’m beginnin’ to feel like a Rap God, Rap God
      All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod
      Now, who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?
      Let me show you maintainin’ this shit ain’t that hard, that hard

      Everybody wants the key and the secret
      To rap immortality like Ι have got
      Well, to be truthful the blueprint’s
      Simply rage and youthful exuberance
      Everybody loves to root for a nuisance
      Hit the Earth like an asteroid

      Did nothing but shoot for the Moon since (Pew!)
      MCs get taken to school with this music
      ‘Cause I use it as a vehicle to “bus the rhyme”
      Now I lead a new school full of students
      Me? I’m a product of Rakim

      Lakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N.W.A, Cube, hey Doc, Ren
      Yella, Eazy, thank you, they got Slim
      Inspired enough to one day grow up
      Blow up and be in a position
      To meet Run–D.M.C., induct them

      Into the motherfuckin’ Rock and Roll Hall of Fame
      Even though I’ll walk in the church
      And burst in a ball of flames
      Only Hall of Fame I’ll be inducted in
      Is the alcohol of fame
      On the wall of shame

      You fags think it’s all a game
      ‘Til I walk a flock of flames
      Off a plank and, tell me what in the fuck are you thinkin’?
      Little gay-lookin’ boy
      So gay I can barely say it with a straight face
      Lookin’ boy (Ha-ha!)

      You’re witnessin’ a massacre
      Like you’re watching a church gathering take place, lookin’ boy
      “Oy vey, that boy’s gay!”—that’s all they say, lookin’ boy
      You get a thumbs up, pat on the back
      And a “way to go” from your label every day, lookin’ boy

      Hey, lookin’ boy! What you say, lookin’ boy?
      I get a “hell yeah” from Dre, lookin’ boy
      I’ma work for everything I have
      Never asked nobody for shit
      Get outta my face, lookin’ boy!
      Basically, boy, you’re never gonna be capable
      Of keepin’ up with the same pace, lookin’ boy, ’cause—

      I’m beginnin’ to feel like a Rap God, Rap God
      All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod

    • Big Bubba Gamer says:

      Now, who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?
      Let me show you maintainin’ this shit ain’t that hard, that hard

      Everybody wants the key and the secret
      To rap immortality like Ι have got
      Well, to be truthful the blueprint’s
      Simply rage and youthful exuberance
      Everybody loves to root for a nuisance
      Hit the Earth like an asteroid

      Did nothing but shoot for the Moon since (Pew!)
      MCs get taken to school with this music
      ‘Cause I use it as a vehicle to “bus the rhyme”
      Now I lead a new school full of students
      Me? I’m a product of Rakim

      Lakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N.W.A, Cube, hey Doc, Ren
      Yella, Eazy, thank you, they got Slim
      Inspired enough to one day grow up
      Blow up and be in a position
      To meet Run–D.M.C., induct them

      Into the motherfuckin’ Rock and Roll Hall of Fame
      Even though I’ll walk in the church
      And burst in a ball of flames
      Only Hall of Fame I’ll be inducted in
      Is the alcohol of fame
      On the wall of shame

      You fags think it’s all a game
      ‘Til I walk a flock of flames
      Off a plank and, tell me what in the fuck are you thinkin’?
      Little gay-lookin’ boy
      So gay I can barely say it with a straight face
      Lookin’ boy (Ha-ha!)

      You’re witnessin’ a massacre
      Like you’re watching a church gathering take place, lookin’ boy
      “Oy vey, that boy’s gay!”—that’s all they say, lookin’ boy
      You get a thumbs up, pat on the back
      And a “way to go” from your label every day, lookin’ boy

      Hey, lookin’ boy! What you say, lookin’ boy?
      I get a “hell yeah” from Dre, lookin’ boy
      I’ma work for everything I have
      Never asked nobody for shit
      Get outta my face, lookin’ boy!
      Basically, boy, you’re never gonna be capable
      Of keepin’ up with the same pace, lookin’ boy, ’cause—

      I’m beginnin’ to feel like a Rap God, Rap God
      All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod
      The way I’m racin’ around the track
      Call me NASCAR, NASCAR
      Dale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash God
      Kneel before General Zod
      This planet’s Krypton—no, Asgard, Asgard

      So you’ll be Thor, I’ll be Odin
      You rodent, I’m omnipotent
      Let off, then I’m reloadin’
      Immediately with these bombs, I’m totin’
      And I should not be woken

      I’m the walkin’ dead, but I’m just a talkin’ head
      A zombie floatin’
      But I got your mom deep-throatin’
      I’m out my Ramen Noodle
      We have nothin’ in common, poodle

      I’m a Doberman, pinch yourself in the arm
      And pay homage, pupil
      It’s me, my honesty’s brutal
      But it’s honestly futile if I don’t
      Utilize what I do though
      For good at least once in a while

      So I wanna make sure somewhere in this
      Chicken scratch I scribble and doodle enough rhymes
      To maybe try to help get some people through tough times
      But I gotta keep a few punchlines
      Just in case, ’cause even you unsigned

      Rappers are hungry lookin’ at me like it’s lunchtime
      I know there was a time where once I
      Was king of the underground
      But I still rap like I’m on my Pharoah Monch grind
      So I crunch rhymes, but sometimes when you combine

      Appeal with the skin color of mine
      You get too big and here they come tryin’
      To censor you like that one line
      I said on “I’m Back” from The Mathers LP 1 when I
      Tried to say I’ll take seven kids from Columbine

      Put ’em all in a line, add an AK-47, a revolver and a 9
      See if I get away with it now
      That I ain’t as big as I was, but I’m
      Morphin’ into an immortal, comin’ through the portal
      You’re stuck in a time warp from 2004 though

      And I don’t know what the fuck that you rhyme for

    • jamese0522 says:

      I think of the game literature club

    • Big Bubba Gamer says:

      @jamese0522 what?? Thats Eminem for ya

  4. So what now says:

    Why am I thinking of Ja Rule when he’s losing the race and screams “MONICCCAAAA NOOOOOO”

  5. Ethan The Reaper says:

    I thought this was a Doki Doki literature club reference

    Edit: then I realized it’s spelt “Monika” and not “Monica”

  6. A Snark says:

    I’d name her mayonnaise but usually call her may and nobody would ask what it’s short for because May isn’t short for anything

  7. Q says:

    These shorts are so entertaining They always make my day better💕

  8. thatduckkindaguy says:

    Mayonnaise. May for short

    May isn’t a short for anything.

    No one will ask her what’s her full name

    She’ll have to live with the fact her name is mayonnaise

  9. Megacharles12 says:

    The joke was too dark if you know what i mean 🙂

    lol

  10. Pedro Carballo says:

    Ayo😳
    “It’s not a mistake”
    “✨IT’S A MASTERPIECE”

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