Gang Bang Boogie
P.O.R.N.COPS Lyrics
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Shut your piehole, get your eyes stole
Ain't no industry devil ever getting my soul
I be the belligerent militant until I die, yo
Be like '88 Bobby smash tender Roni's
I'm a master at mastering ceremonies
Hit the bitch with the bad weave 'til she can't breathe
In the garden of Eden I'm Adam, pimpslap Eve
Get a gold statue an Oscar for acting
Your ignorance limitless when you live in abyss
You looking like Cool J when he licking his lips
Lay in a bloody bath water when you're slitting your wrists
If it isn't a diss, bitch, then you get in ya ditch
I'll might put a bullet in the cop; bigot
White boy slam, dance mosh pit-ed
Rob your mama house to lock pick it
Lucked out if you thrown out; slit it
I'm the underdog Cinderella Man James Braddock
A pain addict, it ain't matter til your brain severed
I'll be kicking your dick untill your dick piss puss
I was given a gift like Kringle on Christmas
I'mma live my life, no consequences
Grab the barb wire, hop the fences
Indie rap fans, a lot are pretentious
Talk hip hop, but never got in the trenches
Bitch, ha
Bang, bang, boogie, the boogie, the beat
The lyrics to P.O.R.N.COPS's song "Gang Bang Boogie" are filled with violent and aggressive imagery, as the rapper boasts about his militant attitude and ability to control his surroundings. He begins by referencing his need to hide from the police, suggesting that he lives outside the law and is constantly targeted by law enforcement. He then talks about his mastery of ceremonies, which could mean he is in charge of organizing gang-related criminal activities. He also describes physically assaulting women, which is highly problematic and offensive. These lines paint a picture of a man who is violent, misogynistic, and living on the edge of society, constantly engaging in criminal behavior.
The latter part of the song is also filled with extreme lyrics, including a reference to putting a bullet in a cop, stealing from people's homes, and indulging in self-harm. The rapper seems to revel in the idea of inflicting pain on himself or others, suggesting a deep-seated desire for violence and chaos. The final lines - "Indie rap fans, a lot are pretentious/Talk hip hop, but never got in the trenches" - seem to be a condemnation of the rap industry and its fans, suggesting that he is more "real" than other artists who don't engage in the same level of violence or criminality.
Overall, "Gang Bang Boogie" is an intense and disturbing song that glorifies violent criminal behavior. While it is possible to appreciate the skill and intensity of the rapper's delivery, the lyrics themselves send a deeply troubling message that is not conducive to a healthy or respectful society.
Line by Line Meaning
Hand on the Bible, gotta hide though from the five-o
I swear to tell the truth but I have to hide from the police
Shut your piehole, get your eyes stole
Be quiet or you could get robbed
Ain't no industry devil ever getting my soul
I'll never sell out to the music industry
I be the belligerent militant until I die, yo
I'll always be a rebel and fighter
Be like '88 Bobby smash tender Roni's
I'll be like Bobby Brown in 1988: hooking up with hot girls
I'm a master at mastering ceremonies
I'm great at being an MC
Hit the bitch with the bad weave 'til she can't breathe
I'll beat up a girl with a bad hairstyle
In the garden of Eden I'm Adam, pimpslap Eve
I'm like the first man in the Bible and I'll slap my woman if she disobeys me
You should win an award for real when you’re rapping
You're really good at rapping
Get a gold statue an Oscar for acting
You're pretending to be someone you're not
Your ignorance limitless when you live in abyss
You're really dumb if you're stuck in a bad situation
You looking like Cool J when he licking his lips
You look cheesy like LL Cool J
Lay in a bloody bath water when you're slitting your wrists
You'll die alone and miserable if you try to commit suicide
If it isn't a diss, bitch, then you get in ya ditch
If you're not talking trash, then you can dig your own grave
I'll might put a bullet in the cop; bigot
I might shoot a police officer if they're racist
White boy slam, dance mosh pit-ed
I'll jump around and mosh to rock music like a white boy
Rob your mama house to lock pick it
I'll even steal from my own mother's house
Lucked out if you thrown out; slit it
If you get kicked out, you're lucky to escape with your life
I'm the underdog Cinderella Man James Braddock
I'm like the boxer James Braddock who overcame the odds
A pain addict, it ain't matter til your brain severed
I enjoy pain and don't care about hurting myself
I'll be kicking your dick untill your dick piss puss
I'll hurt a guy in a very painful way
I was given a gift like Kringle on Christmas
I'm gifted like Santa Claus on Christmas
I'mma live my life, no consequences
I'll do whatever I want without any repercussions
Grab the barb wire, hop the fences
I'll break through any barriers in my way
Indie rap fans, a lot are pretentious
Many independent rap fans are stuck up
Talk hip hop, but never got in the trenches
You talk about rap but don't know about the harsh reality of life
Bitch, ha
Yeah, I said it
Bang, bang, boogie, the boogie, the beat
This is a cool beat and we're having fun with it
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