So, yeah, these guys from Alcona (the next town over) did this rap, just for kicks y'know. You can probably find it on YouTube somewhere, just look for "Alcona Rap". Anyways, my town, Belle Ewart, needs some beats too. So here's a work in progress. Going to drop a sick beat on this shit soon folks ;). Btw, it's pronounced "Bell Yew-what"

Don't flame. I'm a fuckin' G.

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Belle Ewhaaat?!
It's Reuben J. Huibers motha fucka
Reppin' 456 brotha sucka.
Chillin' out down on main street.
Cruisin down to Mana for somethin' to eat.
Aint got no ghetto blastah.
PSP, blastin' some beats,
Blunt in my hand in the middle of the street,
But no one gives a fuck cus' Belle Ewhat
It's Belle Ewhat, Belle Ewhat.

Fuck wit' us durin' the day,
Everything seem okay and you movin' up on your way.
Then you get jumped and we make you pay.
Then left to lay in the ditch like a bitch,
Now what'd I say?
Belle Ewhaaat?!---
It's Belle Ewhat, Belle Ewhat.

You Alcona kids can bring your whole crew,
But what the fuck you gonna do
when you know it's just me comin' after - you?
Motha fucka, I'm tellin' you the truth.
What you gonna do when I cut your head loose?
No need for a motha fuckin' noose.
Belle Ewhaaat?!---

Hustlin down on Emily - Street.
Need some weed, and we'll find a shady place to meet.
.38 Revolver, tucked in my jeans.
You know I'll involve her, when shit gets mean.
Blast six shots, then you'll never be seen.
Dumped in the swamp, wit' lead in your spleen.
It's Belle Ewhat, Belle Ewhat.
Throw your hands up!
It's Belle Ewart.