Song parody of
Digits
by Ronem
Here's where you get creative! Use our cool song parody creator to make a totally new musical idea and lyrics for the Digits song by Ronem.
Simply click on any word to get rhyming words suggestion to use instead of the original ones. You may also remove or alter entire lines if needed — when you're done save your work and share it with our community — have fun!
It's middle of the night I'm looking for a purse to snatch
A pitiful thoughts that i have looking for a beat to snap
The lyrics that i be spitting placing the bets on the head
Of every fed now call me ted so what if my hands are red
I Dare you to make fun of me stop assuming my last name
Cuz it ain't no Bundy guess what's funny that you Could
Actually sell your thoughts and put no regards in it a
Message goes out to every retard that imma Kong in this
Bitch and i be ripping your bones apart by flipping these
Words I'm more gripping this curse these thoughts are Sporadic
The way i look at the mic its like meth to an addict and i ain't going
Nowhere till i grab some figures I'll Bent these stripes like imma Kanye
To adidas and I'll trigger these gold diggers hit em' with the rhyme that
They Can't figure gotta move back to my pace quicker but god knows
If this is me talking or these bunch of liquors
All of my life I've been tryna make some digits but
Every time i fuck around getting stopped by the midgets now i
Had enough I'm finna put you six feet deep down and leave some stitches but
All of my life I've been tryna make some digits but
Every time i fuck around getting stopped by the midgets now i
Had enough I'm finna put you six feet deep down and leave some stitches
Digits digits i start to rob these bitches hit em' with the sticks and burn off
That Plastic on their lips so kids give em' Wishlist and make sure the pills
Aint missed and i have never been tricked cuz i can sense a bitch and how
Fast she Can switch now that's it that's the end of the bar got too many lines
Here still can make people move outta my way More than a time square
But I'm stuck in my head and my soul got possessed by this lead i'm rapping on
My tippy Toe like imma belly dancer slicing your eyes off like imma peaky blinder
So listen what I'm tryna to say when Everybody else was getting paid i got served by
Two piece of loaf bread that's when my soul got traded had a Glimpse of this game
But now i finally invaded so I'm backstage killing your vocals and make sure it never
Get Resurrects i only got love for bitches to all the girls that i ever met i just swiped left
And I'll write to my death just To see upset you can get and I'll grab the Axe if your lyrics
Ain't stating facts so sit back and relax cuz my job here is To intimidate these tracks
All of my life I've been tryna make some digits but
Every time i fuck around getting stopped by the midgets now i
Had enough I'm finna put you six feet deep down and leave some stitches but
All of my life I've been tryna make some digits but
Every time i fuck around getting stopped by the midgets now i
Had enough I'm finna put you six feet deep down and leave some stitches
As i approach the last verse I'm still up to snatch the purse man
I hate these digits but there are ain't rap songs no More that can
Make me feel rigid my lyrics represents me praying to god to put
Some sense please now every time I touch the mic y'all can witness
The bleed imma different breed and these motherfuckers better leave
Cuz these thoughts I'm coming with and this ain't no ordinary melody
I'm walking down the road with the devily stare not a Part of me
So blame the amphetamine you wonder why I'm so bad and mean but this ain't
About Toppin these Charts i was always into chopping these parts words
Are more sharper than these darts but fuck it lets kick to the Back when
It was full of rap gotta shout-out the craft only words that i spray laughing
At these wack rappers when Their words delay and i welcome yall for tune in
As you about to witness the play so click a picture of a trickster he Who put up
A mixture of a wit and with these rhymes he call himself a sinister won't spare
Anyone either its your Girl or your sista i possess these bloody lines so get ready
For my finisher but what's the point if my pockets can't Get thicker now i must
Admit that i need to follow the path of jack the ripper
All of my life I've been tryna make some digits but
Every time i fuck around getting stopped by the midgets now i
Had enough I'm finna put you six feet deep down and leave some stitches but
All of my life I've been tryna make some digits but
Every time i fuck around getting stopped by the midgets now i
Had enough I'm finna put you six feet deep down and leave some stitches
It's middle of the night I'm looking for a purse to snatch
A pitiful thoughts that i have looking for a beat to snap
The lyrics that i be spitting placing the bets on the head
Of every fed now call me ted so what if my hands are red
I Dare you to make fun of me stop assuming my last name
Cuz it ain't no Bundy guess what's funny that you Could
Actually sell your thoughts and put no regards in it a
Message goes out to every retard that imma Kong in this
Bitch and i be ripping your bones apart by flipping these
Words I'm more gripping this curse these thoughts are Sporadic
The way i look at the mic its like meth to an addict and i ain't going
Nowhere till i grab some figures I'll Bent these stripes like imma Kanye
To adidas and I'll trigger these gold diggers hit em' with the rhyme that
They Can't figure gotta move back to my pace quicker but god knows
If this is me talking or these bunch of liquors
All of my life I've been tryna make some digits but
Every time i fuck around getting stopped by the midgets now i
Had enough I'm finna put you six feet deep down and leave some stitches but
All of my life I've been tryna make some digits but
Every time i fuck around getting stopped by the midgets now i
Had enough I'm finna put you six feet deep down and leave some stitches
Digits digits i start to rob these bitches hit em' with the sticks and burn off
That Plastic on their lips so kids give em' Wishlist and make sure the pills
Aint missed and i have never been tricked cuz i can sense a bitch and how
Fast she Can switch now that's it that's the end of the bar got too many lines
Here still can make people move outta my way More than a time square
But I'm stuck in my head and my soul got possessed by this lead i'm rapping on
My tippy Toe like imma belly dancer slicing your eyes off like imma peaky blinder
So listen what I'm tryna to say when Everybody else was getting paid i got served by
Two piece of loaf bread that's when my soul got traded had a Glimpse of this game
But now i finally invaded so I'm backstage killing your vocals and make sure it never
Get Resurrects i only got love for bitches to all the girls that i ever met i just swiped left
And I'll write to my death just To see upset you can get and I'll grab the Axe if your lyrics
Ain't stating facts so sit back and relax cuz my job here is To intimidate these tracks
All of my life I've been tryna make some digits but
Every time i fuck around getting stopped by the midgets now i
Had enough I'm finna put you six feet deep down and leave some stitches but
All of my life I've been tryna make some digits but
Every time i fuck around getting stopped by the midgets now i
Had enough I'm finna put you six feet deep down and leave some stitches
As i approach the last verse I'm still up to snatch the purse man
I hate these digits but there are ain't rap songs no More that can
Make me feel rigid my lyrics represents me praying to god to put
Some sense please now every time I touch the mic y'all can witness
The bleed imma different breed and these motherfuckers better leave
Cuz these thoughts I'm coming with and this ain't no ordinary melody
I'm walking down the road with the devily stare not a Part of me
So blame the amphetamine you wonder why I'm so bad and mean but this ain't
About Toppin these Charts i was always into chopping these parts words
Are more sharper than these darts but fuck it lets kick to the Back when
It was full of rap gotta shout-out the craft only words that i spray laughing
At these wack rappers when Their words delay and i welcome yall for tune in
As you about to witness the play so click a picture of a trickster he Who put up
A mixture of a wit and with these rhymes he call himself a sinister won't spare
Anyone either its your Girl or your sista i possess these bloody lines so get ready
For my finisher but what's the point if my pockets can't Get thicker now i must
Admit that i need to follow the path of jack the ripper
All of my life I've been tryna make some digits but
Every time i fuck around getting stopped by the midgets now i
Had enough I'm finna put you six feet deep down and leave some stitches but
All of my life I've been tryna make some digits but
Every time i fuck around getting stopped by the midgets now i
Had enough I'm finna put you six feet deep down and leave some stitches
