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Hip Hop Rap song bonus track to "A Fool's Errand" EP. Subscribe/Follow for hip hop, rap, and more. X/Twitter: https://twitter.com/Azazicc_Music Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/azazicc_music/ TikTok: https://www.tiktok.com/@azazicc.music Rumble: https://rumble.com/c/c-5624052 YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC5avrbytWmdG28kopxq6t5A Lyrics: Radio could’ve been great, but fuckers had to instate Right breaking mandates, cocksuckers cuz it’s shit taste Someone fighting back is laughable make ‘em spit take Those rules are locked in cuz fuck we made that mistake Internet was the clean slate, and freedom in my free state Means we ain’t losing liberty up until our death dates So try and push it further cunt we’ll smack your tits and bitch face Then I’ll find where you lay just to spit and piss on your grave I hope to never be heard on the radio If that means irrelevancy I’d irrationally have to stay free, so Try to calculate the ratio of fucks I’d give to daily dough There’s a number for fellatio but this? You couldn’t pay me, no You couldn’t tame me, no. You couldn’t chain me, no. If I make it in this game it’s mainly to be made free, so Namely with my speech I speak I’ll never have my knees weak, oh If you try to force me there’s no cheek to cheek, I go cheek to toe [Chorus] It’s a shit day, I won’t delay to say Fuck radio and these stupid government games They’ll come up with many ways to lock you in place And some think any day others will raise awake But really what I’ve been seeing Is that we’ve cut our own speech for some time, for no reason We’ve grown trees in, an open field and, Walled ourselves in this rotten garden, now it’s open season Say nothing blasphemous, they’ll hear you acting up You’re freedom of speech don’t apply here, that’s the last thing up You thought there was separation? Don’t get me laughing, bud You thought you could rap your mind? Nah, get to wrapping up Most keep masking up instead of starting a racket up They rather cash in than stand out and start packing up It takes one person to crack down? Don’t get me cracking up All them plan to cashout for a certain bracket stub Cuz it’s all about money over morals If it’s not you, someone’s next in line for their morsel Do as you’re told and everyone will stay cordial Stay in place, do your part, play your role It’s not too uncomfortable and you get a payroll Yup, but don’t forget about the daily toll Cuz the money always siphons back to the main goal Of keeping you quiet and keeping control Can’t do this on the radio so thank god for the internet But even on there the FBI step in and interject They always dictate either outright or indirect Use your free speech and they’re bound to infer threats So I’m loud when I say what’s next You clowns won’t stay unchecked I stand ground and demand respect, on my sounds and my rights in text So when you cross that line I hope you read the subtext ______________________________ [Chorus] It’s a shit day, I won’t delay to say Fuck radio and these stupid government games They’ll come up with many ways to lock you in place And some think any day others will raise awake But really what I’ve been seeing Is that we’ve cut our own speech for some time, for no reason We’ve grown trees in, an open field and, Walled ourselves in this rotten garden, now it’s open season I’m not one for it, and I won’t take none more of it No uncertainty, not unsure of it It was one tea tax that broke the camel's back And that was one wrong turn that begun a shore shift You really wanna start a war? Well go and take a tour of it Tell me when you come back, did you keep a score of it? Really, you should tread lightly, cuz history says an uproar will hit And unfortunately for you your not the force that wins The verse is in, fuck the radio But really fuck anyone that states speech is free to go My rights, including hate speech is innately so Ill say it how I want, stately and straightly so You won’t play me for some prey to mow I don’t take any way except my way to go You should pray, or maybe get the CIA Cuz we all know how you play a show #music #rap #hip hop

Hip Hop Rap song bonus track to "A Fool's Errand" EP. Subscribe/Follow for hip hop, rap, and more. X/Twitter: https://twitter.com/Azazicc_Music Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/azazicc_music/ TikTok: https://www.tiktok.com/@azazicc.music Rumble: https://rumble.com/c/c-5624052 YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC5avrbytWmdG28kopxq6t5A Lyrics: Those damn apostates, damned to lock gates Preached then dealt with devils to part stakes Leased out rebel, he’s never to part ways Deceased after selling his vessel on start date Marred fate, but the other is true too Staying underground leads to underground view flu Sure, keep to your morals, no background crew No fame, art fate, unfound loose dude Choose two, really should focus on one Two sides to the brain the main men got none The vain men got lung, the layman got none Built from the bottom, broke from the tons But I got the propensity, a lyrical sense in me I’m bound to make it one day all my sums gain me density I know the immensity, but I got the intensity I’m deaf to the noise and blind to periphery But I think sometimes that the corner of my eyes seems to be a little dry and I think I know why But I think sometimes in the corner of my eyes someone stands wide-eyed then runs and hides _________________________________ Thoughts come through quick they get cut off Got granular so the big picture got lost Work on a line for more than a week Worst part of the song, worst song in a streak No I’m the best rapper, I’ve seen no defeat! I’m on the charts like yeast, no cracker competes! Beats fire I’m grease, like tires to streets I burn these tracks, no trash I swear I’m concrete! Get home sit down look at my screen Make beats write raps break for machines Mix master upload, wait to be seen I love the process man, it’s the process for me Get home exhausted pass out asleep Be one, lost some, last of the sheep Work drone, accosted, prices ain't cheap It’s the process man, it’s the process for me Listen to the same noise for months at a time Still bangs bumps and pops though I ain’t put it aside Still shocks when I drop no matter the lines I’m the sweetest rapper here and I persist like brine Listen to the same noise for months at a time Still bangs bumps and pops though I ain’t put it aside Still shocks when I drop no matter the lines I’m the sweetest rapper here and I persist like brine Work at your dream work at your dreams Put it all on black, bud, roll and let’s see Don’t come back to me don’t come back to me I told you to try, but you dove in too deep You know it’s your own fault you got too distracted You could’ve been focused, it’s effort you’re lacking Really, you should’ve focused on practice Learned from the greats instead of going in backwards I think you watched too many how-to videos Now all you do is make copy-cat shitty flows Really, you should’ve learned on your own Paved your own path instead of walking in row Describe me reality through a different lens Prescribe me mentality through your own sense Kill my mind over and over again Unhelpful words at my own expense Tried too long and listened to comments Started for fun, hoped for some profits Started with plans, no plans of stopping Music was the passion, to music I lost it #music #rap #hip hop

I bump it up, I bump it down But if you come at me I’ll run it down Make laps and circles, run round and round I ain’t a crony I own the crown I know it now, I’ll show ya how I heard the ones, who broke the ground I heard the ones, now in broken ground I got the flow so loud, I got the flow so loud When I smack you taste it, pack the paste man Bringing fact attacks, you act complacent You’re fat and sad in your mama’s basement You're fat brand clad - elastic waistband I’m past your placement, steadfast the pace went You’re far from me, you’re last adjacent I amassed amazement, I cast displacement Cable car to skis, contrast’s subjacent Flow hard no dribble, scorecard I tripled I make them wave, you make a ripple Address me by Messi I met me a cripple Your scrap: scripted scribbles, my raps rich with riddles I laugh at your quibble, a calf on the griddle I’m making roast beef, you serve half nibbled kibble You’re sad full of piddle, pants sag in the middle You lack but they sag, sad fact is you’re little I’m braggadocios cuz the brackets show it My beats go hard - Krakatoa I bleed backyards full of brackish boas I’m beat and barred but brass and stoic I need no guards, no cleats, I toe it I speed those yards, no team, I tow it I clean the yard, I seed, I sew it No deep regards, I grow mow and own it _________________________________ Roundhouse kick to you bouncy house kids You clowns pound ground cuz it’s sound that hits I’m bound for rich, I’ll make mounds of it Every round and pitch I run towns and finch I unbound my wrists, I resound, resist ‘Til Hell I hound, ‘til ground I grit I’ll tell you how I rebound, persist I’ll tell you how and it sounds like this, I’m Thinking, I’m inking it up Linking, I’m syncing it up Drinking, I’m sinking my cup, Clinking, I’m bringing it up Please stop and breathe, I lock them knees For you they’re bent, for me they’re seized I own the keys, no shoot the breeze No god’s been sent, I stopped my sneeze Pause apologies, pose opossum please I praise Apollo, so you’re appalling me I make great and golden - apiology You can’t relate, no apicology I’m not tolerant of toddlers see When they holler, rant, and squall at me Can’t even swallow their collard greens But those squalor ants can gobble D Like halt the haul that I haul for me I caught the calls, and y'all called for me I bought no brawls, I brawled for free I wrought the walls that brought me free Y’all fish for chics by emoji moping But y’all stay alone, Macaulay Culkin Seem so fake cuz y’all emote troping That’s psychopathic hose and lotion That’s a well known notion, that your life is going Nowhere but a hole and a dead end doping Or a drone in motion in the office coping Stoked for cooler talk, downward sloping It’s facts I’m chosen, I’ll be wholly open I laugh at those who be holy hoping Then trash on those who let their soles be open Due to their devotion, cuz they holy hoeing And I’m only growing and becoming better I need no clovers I be not clever But I see those posers, I believe no reverend Their words bring Hell, let their speech be deadened They still make attempts to sever separation Between God and State with no deliberation Their brains be baking and their canes be shaking Reign’s ended man’s equal, there’s no discrimination The nation’s craving a new Caucasian That ain’t disgracing the game they’re playing That ain’t embraced and overplayed on stations Not cliché cases that bask in self ass splaying Talking of positions in Kung Fu There’s one that comes to I wish to undo And I’m done with hoes that been run through Though bums keep hoeing up slum flu Much like the one two they come with untruths No hit gun or lie can stun me subdued Dull dudes, tied hands, thumbscrew Point made, lined AUX, Ubuntu

You’re a small one, Mr. Inch It really is unreal You’re as hung as a gerbil, even when you’re hard as steel, Mr. Inch You got women laughing when they’re, taking a kneel—! You’re a stout one, Mr. Inch Your pole is limp and cold You have E D on your list to fix with pills up your hole, Mr. Inch You couldn’t touch the back of a, one and a half inch hole—! You’re a tiny one, Mr. Inch There are termites with more on file You have all the cock development of a twelve hour infantile, Mr. Inch Given a bet of length between the two of you I’d bet on the twelve hour infantile—! You’re a wide one, Mr. Inch You have mini wini junk Your girlfriend wears a strap that she packs into your trunk, Mr. Inch The three words to best describe your penile length are as follows, and I quote: “Shrimp, shrank, shrunk!” You’re laugh fodder, Mr. Inch You’re the top of runty rods Your knob’s a sad excuse flawed with spotty herpes spots, Mr. Inch Your sex life is an abhorrent amalgamate of dominatrixes with plans to provide you alone with nothing but a Painful butt and anal gut prod—! You exhaust me, Mr. inch With an exhausting reek exhaust! You’re some blotchy smelly livestock with a crotch next to dross, Mr. Inch You’re a double decker Mac truck of lard and mass Located in all but your cock—!

Lyrics: Comin’ in like a bad man chillin’ Brothers know me as a Batman villain On these raps I’m killin’, pure facts blood spillin’ If blood is ink, than I think I’m drillin’ The surgeon of words, in a herd of nerds That think they rap but all that’s heard is slurs Cuz I burn to urn and y’all burn to earn Yo let me rethink - y’all yearn to burn SHIT, that’s so factual, on the track so I’m unattackable On the track so I’m implacable, on the track but I’m untrackable You sick fags can kiss ass, keep building on up your shit shacks Your chicks fat, YO MISS THAT, got welfare? that’s quick maths, uh *ALERT ALERT* High winds so please avert *ALERT ALERT* Kicking up dust, debris, and dirt *ALERT ALERT* Tides are high on the sea surf *ALERT ALERT* This is not a test, real alert No guns no ammo, ain’t strung like Rambo But son my damn flow, will break bone marrow Hits like kablammo, split like an arrow, Wit like a sparrow, spit tight so narrow Bitch quite an heir to throne She like my baritone, I like her pheromone Pipe she’s there to blow, I’m ripe and there I go On psychs so care I don’t, drink pints when fairs are thrown No swipes ain’t pairing hoes Mic, drop it, cuz I’m stocked with The best bullshit pullin’ it outta pocket These average joes can’t ever go slop it I’m the prize of the field, but the frame I don’t crop it Man, stop it, you ain’t hot shit They makin’ a mess, so I gotta mop it They know I’m the best, just check on the top list They talk about pros, bro I am the topic Have you heard of me? I guess so Cuz of my hard beats and best flow And there’s no rest in my blessed soul So I’m tumbling in with the tornado Your aims so-so My games so pro You plain (oh no) And lame (oh bro) I’ve changed (oh yo) I’ve gained (mo flow) Insane (fo sho) But dame I go innnnn Pour some juice and gin, Why would I use my wrist, when I can loosen her lips Take some sips then just go win, and I know this: I got an openin’, so I’m blowin’ in Flow so much you’d think I’d know to swim Cuz it goes to chin, and I road it in Go HUT go HUT cuz I’m shoulderin’, I’m shoulderin’ And I’m breaking backs, Man so fast like I’m taking crack - Breaking Bad Fall time forest cuz I’m raking racks Making sacks, raising stacks So much steak like I’m a Shake Shack - I got a stake in that Cakes fat, bass 808 gonna quake that Brain’s bad, and I got a ache bad Back ache, from carrying the game across states Like thunderstorms and shockwaves My songs bang loud at top rates Look at the charts and you’ll drop weights Jaw and hearts in a locked state I’m the worst storm and Pompeii Take a look at the shores, uh, Tsunami *ALERT ALERT* High winds so please avert *ALERT ALERT* Kicking up dust, debris, and dirt *ALERT ALERT* Tides are high on the sea surf *ALERT ALERT* This is not a test, real alert I’m that hurricane, murdering, son of God, earned my name Hurdling, deterin’ lame, burst in flames, birthed in fame Pull the plug and pour the drain, can’t stop me I’m sure to reign Can’t stop me burning flames, can’t stop me turret aim I'm filleting Ye, I’m filet mignon I’m the best today, ‘til the day I’m done Y’all breast partake, while I parlay my sum You’re a fake entree, while I dry-aged for fun Y’all sacrilegious, with the trash you’ve written, There’s no rap remission, for the tracks you’ve shitted My master mission is to spread rap religion ‘Til the bars I’m spittin’ become rap tradition I’m a mathematician cuz I make math addition, The way I’m stackin’ digits, I’m a track magician Call it rap attrition cuz they lack ambition And where they slack I’m fat with that track nutrition Most rappers can’t write without a gram to slam and a whole lot of leaf Must be religious they can’t stand I’m ham, and they don’t want the beef I steal the game like a greedy thief, I’ll do it on my own and then seed the grief I don’t need belief, I’m indeed the chief, I’m the second coming providing creed relief

Lyrics: Comin’ in like a bad man chillin’ Brothers know me as a Batman villain On these raps I’m killin’, pure facts blood spillin’ If blood is ink, than I think I’m drillin’ The surgeon of words, in a herd of nerds That think they rap but all that’s heard is slurs Cuz I burn to urn and y’all burn to earn Yo let me rethink - y’all yearn to burn SHIT, that’s so factual, on the track so I’m unattackable On the track so I’m implacable, on the track but I’m untrackable You sick fags can kiss ass, keep building on up your shit shacks Your chicks fat, YO MISS THAT, got welfare? that’s quick maths, uh *ALERT ALERT* High winds so please avert *ALERT ALERT* Kicking up dust, debris, and dirt *ALERT ALERT* Tides are high on the sea surf *ALERT ALERT* This is not a test, real alert No guns no ammo, ain’t strung like Rambo But son my damn flow, will break bone marrow Hits like kablammo, split like an arrow, Wit like a sparrow, spit tight so narrow Bitch quite an heir to throne She like my baritone, I like her pheromone Pipe she’s there to blow, I’m ripe and there I go On psychs so care I don’t, drink pints when fairs are thrown No swipes ain’t pairing hoes Mic, drop it, cuz I’m stocked with The best bullshit pullin’ it outta pocket These average joes can’t ever go slop it I’m the prize of the field, but the frame I don’t crop it Man, stop it, you ain’t hot shit They makin’ a mess, so I gotta mop it They know I’m the best, just check on the top list They talk about pros, bro I am the topic Have you heard of me? I guess so Cuz of my hard beats and best flow And there’s no rest in my blessed soul So I’m tumbling in with the tornado Your aims so-so My games so pro You plain (oh no) And lame (oh bro) I’ve changed (oh yo) I’ve gained (mo flow) Insane (fo sho) But dame I go innnnn Pour some juice and gin, Why would I use my wrist, when I can loosen her lips Take some sips then just go win, and I know this: I got an openin’, so I’m blowin’ in Flow so much you’d think I’d know to swim Cuz it goes to chin, and I road it in Go HUT go HUT cuz I’m shoulderin’, I’m shoulderin’ And I’m breaking backs, Man so fast like I’m taking crack - Breaking Bad Fall time forest cuz I’m raking racks Making sacks, raising stacks So much steak like I’m a Shake Shack - I got a stake in that Cakes fat, bass 808 gonna quake that Brain’s bad, and I got a ache bad Back ache, from carrying the game across states Like thunderstorms and shockwaves My songs bang loud at top rates Look at the charts and you’ll drop weights Jaw and hearts in a locked state I’m the worst storm and Pompeii Take a look at the shores, uh, Tsunami *ALERT ALERT* High winds so please avert *ALERT ALERT* Kicking up dust, debris, and dirt *ALERT ALERT* Tides are high on the sea surf *ALERT ALERT* This is not a test, real alert I’m that hurricane, murdering, son of God, earned my name Hurdling, deterin’ lame, burst in flames, birthed in fame Pull the plug and pour the drain, can’t stop me I’m sure to reign Can’t stop me burning flames, can’t stop me turret aim I'm filleting Ye, I’m filet mignon I’m the best today, ‘til the day I’m done Y’all breast partake, while I parlay my sum You’re a fake entree, while I dry-aged for fun Y’all sacrilegious, with the trash you’ve written, There’s no rap remission, for the tracks you’ve shitted My master mission is to spread rap religion ‘Til the bars I’m spittin’ become rap tradition I’m a mathematician cuz I make math addition, The way I’m stackin’ digits, I’m a track magician Call it rap attrition cuz they lack ambition And where they slack I’m fat with that track nutrition Most rappers can’t write without a gram to slam and a whole lot of leaf Must be religious they can’t stand I’m ham, and they don’t want the beef I steal the game like a greedy thief, I’ll do it on my own and then seed the grief I don’t need belief, I’m indeed the chief, I’m the second coming providing creed relief

[CHORUS] Fuck with me I’ll walk up in the club you’ll see Pull up sucking double D’s Unsheathing my meat, so you ain't fucking with me Don’t wanna fuck with me I’ll walk up in the club you’ll see Strap on got that double D And I’m beating his meat so you ain't fucking with me Got racks and stacks of cash, up in division I ain't wasting on women, sucking dick for a living, ‘Til I’m deader and dryer than some flowers in vision, Of the sun for hours, that’s my only damn mission Like Austin Powers - are ya horny yet baby? I’ll make ya corneas angry, when I strip blinding light cuz I’m orally pasty Transmit sick when I bite like a Corgi with rabies, And I fornicate hasty, and shorty's surely got cakey Yum yum yum yum, give me more of that Can’t stop riding, I got horses in the back Top destination, many tourists it attra tra- tra- tracts Lots of storage I don't lack -lack, don’t got mortgage for this fat -fat, don’t lay dormant please attack -tack Of course- of course the chorus back Fuck with me I’ll walk up in the club you’ll see Pull up sucking double D’s Unsheathing my meat, so you ain't fucking with me Don’t wanna fuck with me I’ll walk up in the club you’ll see Strap on got that double D And I’m beating his meat so you ain't fucking with me Talk lots and lots, but when I walk in the club, Jewelry on, both your boy and girl giving me a hug You’ll drop to your knees, start sobbing and plead, Ain't no fucking with a gold bar sports car driving G jeez You gotta be kidding with me, so fancy got the British sippin' 'n spittin' their tea, hittin’ the scene, So rich tipping with keys, so cute knitting me jeans, Living the dream, leaving your boy Krispy and Kremed, literally Drippier than Macklemore except I don’t thrift shop it Pop a cap in your gramps fist your nan for a wrist watch and wallet (uh) Then I’ll call it Then drop some top notch narcotics, In the back hacky sack gin and tonic Lots of cock options for my pocket Don’t need scholarship for this knowledge - Type of brain I gain don’t need no college Fuck with me I’ll walk up in the club you’ll see Pull up sucking double D’s Unsheathing my meat, so you ain't fucking with me Don’t wanna fuck with me.. I’ll walk up in the club you’ll see Strap on got that double D And I’m beating his meat so you ain't fucking with me Beating his meat, better be cleaning the sheets Cuz I go mean to this beat, murder scene in these sheets Walking out like damnnnnn - that’ll need a heat treat Cuz yo man got rammmmmed - poor knees and weak feet Got ‘em wobblin’ around, knoddin’ fall to the ground Head bob to the sound, I said hop in the crowd Got yall droppin’ it down, cuz I’m rockin’ the sound Yall wanted the hound, the cock goblin in town (ayyyy)

[CHORUS] Fuck with me I’ll walk up in the club you’ll see Pull up sucking double D’s Unsheathing my meat, so you ain't fucking with me Don’t wanna fuck with me I’ll walk up in the club you’ll see Strap on got that double D And I’m beating his meat so you ain't fucking with me Got racks and stacks of cash, up in division I ain't wasting on women, sucking dick for a living, ‘Til I’m deader and dryer than some flowers in vision, Of the sun for hours, that’s my only damn mission Like Austin Powers - are ya horny yet baby? I’ll make ya corneas angry, when I strip blinding light cuz I’m orally pasty Transmit sick when I bite like a Corgi with rabies, And I fornicate hasty, and shorty's surely got cakey Yum yum yum yum, give me more of that Can’t stop riding, I got horses in the back Top destination, many tourists it attra tra- tra- tracts Lots of storage I don't lack -lack, don’t got mortgage for this fat -fat, don’t lay dormant please attack -tack Of course- of course the chorus back Fuck with me I’ll walk up in the club you’ll see Pull up sucking double D’s Unsheathing my meat, so you ain't fucking with me Don’t wanna fuck with me I’ll walk up in the club you’ll see Strap on got that double D And I’m beating his meat so you ain't fucking with me Talk lots and lots, but when I walk in the club, Jewelry on, both your boy and girl giving me a hug You’ll drop to your knees, start sobbing and plead, Ain't no fucking with a gold bar sports car driving G jeez You gotta be kidding with me, so fancy got the British sippin' 'n spittin' their tea, hittin’ the scene, So rich tipping with keys, so cute knitting me jeans, Living the dream, leaving your boy Krispy and Kremed, literally Drippier than Macklemore except I don’t thrift shop it Pop a cap in your gramps fist your nan for a wrist watch and wallet (uh) Then I’ll call it Then drop some top notch narcotics, In the back hacky sack gin and tonic Lots of cock options for my pocket Don’t need scholarship for this knowledge - Type of brain I gain don’t need no college Fuck with me I’ll walk up in the club you’ll see Pull up sucking double D’s Unsheathing my meat, so you ain't fucking with me Don’t wanna fuck with me.. I’ll walk up in the club you’ll see Strap on got that double D And I’m beating his meat so you ain't fucking with me Beating his meat, better be cleaning the sheets Cuz I go mean to this beat, murder scene in these sheets Walking out like damnnnnn - that’ll need a heat treat Cuz yo man got rammmmmed - poor knees and weak feet Got ‘em wobblin’ around, knoddin’ fall to the ground Head bob to the sound, I said hop in the crowd Got yall droppin’ it down, cuz I’m rockin’ the sound Yall wanted the hound, the cock goblin in town (ayyyy)

Pop another bottle, top model for all these citizens Drinking full throttle, my moto Fireball cinnamon Hope I win the lotto, el dorado five ball minimum Macho with the gato, but I’m not no minuteman Not no minuteman, hot flow innit fam? Nacho pot roast, got shows, spittin’ ‘em Fought foes with hot hoes so I’m cripplin’ a crippin’ man Think that’s all? A lot more spinnin’ man. Uh yea, yo your boy got a slight itch Take a moment outside cuz yo boy gotta light it Left my open drink I encourage you to spike it I need the extra flavor to savor cuz I like it Not a Little Tike bitch, not a little white bitch, psych bitch, Star bright, car light, reich kid Drop ‘em to the floor got ‘em sayin’ goodnight quick Not about the Coors or a whore Bud Light fish More about the hard shit, drinking ‘til my heart quits Bringing whiskey, vodka shots shit lets start this Though that bar mix hits like martial art kicks I’m far from pulling up on that stop park stick Drinking stuff that make you toddlers nod off quick When it comes to chugging I’m a martian to the marxists Artist with the bong hits, largest with the garnish Wine to wash it down for the narco narcissist White Claw Wolverine, open please both of these, So the dopamine rush in like a cocoa bean Broken knees broken knees do it for the Hennessy Choke on 3 quick before I go smoke a G Zaza’d up, like nah nah yup, hit it hard, hit it hard Now it’s spa spa’d up, Eyes wide shut and blinded by some polka dots Keg stands got me wet like your mama's butt uh Kinda love it, kinda like it, it’s alright yea Grab the ice bitch Kinda love it, kinda like it, it’s alright yea Pour a pint yea Kinda love it, kinda like it, it’s alright yea This some nice shit Kinda love it, kinda like it, it’s alright yea Any price yea Drinking ‘round the bonfire, calling out you con liars When it comes to busting chops on shots I’m a Tom Steyer Pro at putting down Crown bottles like your mom’s Bryers Know how many six pack stacks man I’ve gone dryer Gone flier, gone higher, on fire bomb buyer Gone Myers when I hear cap man I’ve drawn pliers Sweet like a rose but sharp like that thorn briar Drinking ‘til I doze and start hear that mourn choir Pop another bottle, top model for all these citizens On another level, on several, I’ll start listin’ them Prestige 3 C O D, shots not missin’ them Mean breed, Tea gene, twisted then I’m sippin’ them Commander chief, gander me, I got standards and they’re keen Clam snare squeeze, tangerine, slammed them, tandem, damn with ease Man the beast, hammers Gs, dropping bombs, randomly Cock blocked cops driving home blow a point 0 3

[Intro] Damn, feeling a little dazed… Club got my head spinning… Still gonna go in regardless, drop fat rhymes on this beat cuz I’m heartless Can’t dim the fire you’re the one that start this, watch this a top chart hit Rolling up to the club in my Honda Shits pretty busted but I’m drippy like lasagna Walk in meet a German girl named Yolanda Ten minutes later she be on my anaconda Fuck, but I’m off of that Took ten minutes to get her on my lap But bust in one now I’m gone and scat Freaky foreign females got me wack - ack Ack ack heart attack If you do too much the line goes flat But that’s what we live for, pushing the limits Blood alcohol content in the double digits Make sure to smoke up, that’s gaseous fitness Tweakers sleep on streets, so I’m just a fidget Yea my brain spinning, but I stay winning Do drugs like me that’s how you get women Clearly, I got them kneeling 5” 3’ beast, I touch the ceiling Fear me, I got them heeling Stop and drop, got the hottest dealings Really, I got ‘em, stealing Toeing hoes, like I’m just reeling Hear me, I got them squealing Rhymes divine, damn so appealing Slob knobs hogging hogs Hawk for cocks, noggin clogged Knock and cock them playing Rock‘em Sock‘em Pack their ass then pack their coffins After that leave them hardly walking Tit for tat I go bat for these snacks Tail so long call me Cat in the Hat Rail so long trans-Siberian track Caboose got them Indian, pile on back I’m a damn elite, in with a plan And my damn meat is up in your man Next minute later I be smokin’ a gram One for the weed and one for your nan I am, the one who wins I am, the son who sins Like damn, that gun that spins A revolver six, a revolver six Shots that I take and I do ‘em quick Choke ‘em down like your husbands dick He's lovin’ it, I’m rubbin’ it Come pretty soon he be shovin’ it Like them fatty cakes the patty way Been sackin’ ass since Pack N Play Pullin’ baddy babes and fags for days Yall rap acts crap I make actor pay Cash so fat got my ass all drippy Clothes got hoes tryna licky on my dicky Rippy and sippy ‘til I be acting all trippy But that itty bitty committee got me suckin’ the nippy Suckin’ the nippy or shuckin’ the tippy Either way if they hippy I’ll be cuckin’ you quickly Cuz my mission in the kitchen is be guttin’ them chickies Like the chicken I be lickin’ after I get ‘em all strippy, ay

Cuz I’m walking around Pocketing pounds Walking around Straight through your town Walking around, popping off these rounds Walking around, you hear that sound? Walking around I’m lockin’ it down Coppin’ the crown Walking around My rhymes hurtin’ Though they be so perfect And it’s curtains Cuz we be real murkin’ Lurkin’ so you can be real certain All you joke dudes got me in a mood Ready to annihilate and violate you (ooh) You talkin’ crime huh? Well let’s get to talkin’ I got a nine bruh That I’m quick to get cocking I got a dime yuh That I’m quick to get cocking It’s ‘bout time uhh That I come a knocking Y’know who it is, yeah, or you better I’m that man with the header Man with the letter Leave your bitch wetter Leave Blood pricks redder Drippy lips, know I fed her Give you up? Lines severed (heheh) Set her, up with the daddy Rad lad with the caddy Never ‘nough she’s a baddie Pulling chicks like I’m Shlatty Wanting dick, she be bratty That shit real fatty Damn thick like patty (Got the cakes) I’m dropping addies with natties Just a taddy on a satty-day Rolling fatties ‘til I gradu-ate Making faggies wanna mastur-bate Make my lackeys go and actu-ate I have to say I can’t be bothered when I’m on my lager Feeling martyr, great and hotter Last hour eighth I’ve fathered Pace it harder, ain't a starter Drink like water, sink another, Minx I got her, twinks are fodder Magic with my dick call me cherry popper Harry Potter --- Laughing at these actors smacking their lips And spit nothing but some tractor static I’ve actually had it Yo bitch a cracker addict She lick my dick cuz I’m packing wack action So keep practicing, you jacket bitch

Smack that ass rap that fast Bring the cash, see my ass, you certainly won't last (OYAAA) Sloppy seconds let me have it please Learned my lesson and ate my peas (mmm!) I dropped the soap and I’m bending my knees This just in, I’ve taken the D! (MMM) - but it's a small pp That shit ain't deep, like I can barely feel it in my anal cavity (yuh) Play with yo mamas ass like playdough Deal damage like a tornado Real ramage to your gay bro, hey bro But I slay doe, roll in the payroll What I buy? Some syrup made of maple And a month of cable, to watch some horses in a stable Have intercourse on a table, then maybe buy a Porsche if I'm able And I murder quick Have you heard the word I got a quarter dick Like a quarter inch thick (skinny penis) But like half a foot long Damn what a dong (nice cock noise) Getting PTSD like I'm the Viet Cong, in Vietnam And me yo mom, smokin’ a bong Later in the bathroom your dads whos smokin’ my dong, while I'm writing this song I’m literally liquid with this viscous drip shit And yo boy literally licking on this dick you dipshit Damn your boy leaving you to dick sniff a misfit, On god that’s some real ass Crip shit Make clips of some nip twists As this cutie man lands and sits on my fist quick His lips drip with interest Since I’m only fans banned put dick pics on Pinterest Blast it grimy, so call it some Rick shit Got the gayest of raps so I’m laying it flat I’m the mane making laws son, I’m on the attack Going Shane fucking Dawson I’m banging your cat Ain't no way you can act when I’m clapping his ass Got baby smooth skin like my name is The Shaq Like Hades tooth grin I’m burning the track Make ladies boobs thin that milk drip wack Have rabies glue chin yo boy drained his sack Got cops arresting me, so hot aggressive please Told stop they pressing me, clothes dropped they dressing me In all orange just so I can drop the soap And engorgin’ themselves with this free peep show Sippin’ dick in like I’m sippin’ Lipton Politically perfect like Richard Nixon My Little Pony watched while I’m shittin’ Brings another meaning for jars to put tips in So please listen, yall a forest of deers And I’m a hunter named Gunter with a gun for you queers They adore us and cheer, pour us some beers, turn us their ears My words heard around the world, a chorus career Years, is what I’ve been waiting Cryogenically frozen but now I’m awakened Park the patience I’m taking the nation By surprise, hide your eyes I’m the man in the making

Killing cops in the street (drop ‘em drop ‘em!) Showing them some real heat (pop ‘em pop ‘em!) Don’t reform we delete (stop ‘em stop ‘em!) Coming in with the fleet (knock ‘em knock ‘em!) x2 Murder, inserting our flanks up in the town, Popping rounds, dropping clowns, standing all around now Hear us howl We’re the werewolves in the night, both bark and bite, shock setting in heart is tight Wonder where ‘til it’s too late, outta sight Better check the moon date, stark and white Clock time getting too late, dark tonight Choose your soon fate, flight or fight? If it’s the latter I’m gladder, hear the pitter patter Spin your bladder, drip and splatter, hit then scatter, leaving you ripped in tatters Just some mad hatters bringing plan A and B both to shatter Killing cops in the street (drop ‘em drop ‘em!) Showing them some real heat (pop ‘em pop ‘em!) Don’t reform we delete (stop ‘em stop ‘em!) Coming in with the fleet (knock ‘em knock ‘em!) X2 Arsenal full, not to be soon though Cartel be hoping we left some those putos Alive so they got a scapegoat to survive Nah nope we connive to drive knives inside your eyes, Flies in the skies, like sties of pig pies, hear cries as you and your guys lose your lives Size, of your group do not matter Still kill and drill, make a soup from your bladder You losers stoop and I ladder I ain't new to the chatter Yall dopey dudes cope Chicken coup full of actors You crackers can’t compare, I ain't blacker but got air So ‘til someone can step up yall keep taking to chairs Killing cops in the street (drop ‘em drop ‘em!) Showing them some real heat (pop ‘em pop ‘em!) Don’t reform we delete (stop ‘em stop ‘em!) Coming in with the fleet (knock ‘em knock ‘em!) X2

Lyrics: Uh, wonder how fake can I make it And still rake in the bank in All of my friends I am flakin’ Only for some makeshift datin’ and fake friends And then in five years I’m confused How’d I end up in all this drugs and booze Rainbow hair, tatted face, stupid shoes Overdose cuz I got nothin’ to lose But, back to reality Low is my salary High are my calories Blank is my gallery The real life loser Who hopes to be rich The real reddit user Who acts like a bitch Leave you bots to rot I got the shot on dot Even though you plot to fought Y'all dropped on spot One hit you, leave you knocked out and seizing Juice world dance, the new Fortnite season Silence to the crowd, cuz I'm the one that's speaking All the trash rap, out here deleting Turn y'alls mumbling into weeping Fuck the fake ones, I’m out here reaping Ok now, going full controversial Like you see on full length commercials Cutting off some goddamn heads - Hershel It ain't business this shit is personal A god and I ain't merciful Simply irreversible Filling up the hearse its full Diagnosis is terminal Cancer in your cervical Setting in the curse to cull Making you worse and dull Evacuate disperse in full So these wannabes are haunting me Constantly coming in with nothing but a pot to pee Honestly stop talking please turn this shit to rotten meat Philosophy like Socrates hold on quick drop the beat Watch and see watch and see How I flip the game How I RIP your name How I spit insane How I trip your brain Bring in all the pain, power to sustain, Not stopping like a train or 9/11 plane Speak rap and I'm fluent now Gotta backpack like a student wow Fuck that I'm going truant now Inhuman like a mutant now Shooting til' my losing vow Get what I'm doing now, doing now Though the crap stays on top I don't lack never stop Got the knack and a lock To rap against these ops Take the flak grab a mop Clean the plaque y'all just drop Cuz I'm bout the only thing Making rap still look hot

Lyrics: I'm a work horse, steering the course forth, The source, that everyone will endorse, Rhymes so good you can feel it in your fucking pores So bend over and drop your draws Like four scores and a few years ago, Your mom gave me sucky and she conceived a dope, I had to say nope, to go elope, my girl was much hotter, and if I stayed, your father would end up at the end of a rope Ok let's back it up a little bit Gotta be actually accurate, factually immaculate Not tacky like your girls racks, shit Though she know I’m packin' it, got a knack for it Back it in, lemme show what’s happenin', while you fappin' in The closet bro, like you ready for a show, as I'm getting heady from your hoe Like Chris Webby with this flow, send 'em beddy I'm too pro, and Fede gotta know, oh oh I’m with the fuck dev clan, this man got no plan, to ban the teaming shams, to stop the racist spams, but I'm going fucking ham, damn So grab a family plan, for you mom dad, gramps and gram, Tune in to the one man band, never bland, like a resealable can, I’m always fresh, from the east to the west, to Bangladesh, lemme clean up them pests Rap fast you’re gonna need to refresh, final damn boss like I’m the wall of flesh, And if you wanna see, pure MLG, subscribe to me on twitch dot tv, content never depletes, Pull up another damn seat, in deeeep we getting all of the meat, like my name is Pete, Or I'm Pokimane’s feet, moderators ready to beat, job lost over a singular tweet, Viewers gotta backseat, calm down I’m gettin' my wheat, LIKE I’M GETTIN MY WHEAT, Til' I fuckin complete, and defeat the enderdragon in a heartbeat, I’m going fucking wild runnin' out of bodies to pile So high must go on for miles, or at least for a while, smile Laying down the tiles, keep it real like I'm on trial, got a problem then go fill out a file And drop it over there, in the box marked ‘don’t care’, Where I wont spare a moment, so just suck a pair, bare, So you better fuckin' prepare, for this fully grown bear, In the woods and ready to tear I rely on myself, y'all rely on some prayers, I got faith in me, y'all got faith in the air I'm my own damn god, y'alls ain't nowhere And for this 19 dollar card, remember like and share

Lyrics: Ain't been lent shit I mend quick No I don't blend in Making trends bitch As I pen this Cuz imma send this, off to the fuckin' moon why buy it, pry it, from me like a sly bitch, try it, riot, leave you in a dry ditch Deny it, lie bitch, Still you defiant Cuz These pirates wont buy my tunes So gimme doubloons Like I'm a pirate with a stylus, though I'm a pig in a sty its, not gonna stop me from flyin', cut through samurai shit, spartan kick you to the bad guy pit ill climb you trip, you try I spit, I rhyme you quit, small fry I'm fit, go cry commit, apply my dick, Modding on twitch because I want to coom Sweep y'all up with a broom, dude Smoke y'all, making plumes, ohh Y'all hate, it just fuels, woo All I hear is poo poo, boo hoo On top, I rule, cool Y'all got no clue, fool Bringing ya back to school Here comes the train, choo choo This situation is getting dire If he keeps rappin’ he’ll start a fire Defuse the bomb and cut the wire Before step sis stuck in the dryer We’re pulling teeth so get the pliers Burnin' rubber so change the tires Died before many times prior But coming back to life like Michael Myers I’m cold, so put up and fold Less you got plans of getting rolled As for your team you already sold So stop being so goddamn bold Cuz I'm getting sick of it It’s chicken-shit The way you keep spittin' it Sounds like you ain't even written it Who told you you sound good, your trippin' bitch I gotta think for a moment hold up on rowing Before I sink in this boat and leave my life to the ocean So I’m downin' the potion, just to keep hoping To keep with this motion, but throw slack I'm roping So I keep my mind open, no brainwash ain't soaping Though I’m broken, keep showing, that I’ll still be growing, Throwin' and mowin' through y'all and keep flowin' Keep ya heads up droppin' bombs below blowin' Yea, I'm a mad gladiator, whos had it with the faggy haters, Eat a bag of ass, undouched, toothless trash, I’m loose, a ruthless saber tooth cat, ready to attack Heading with a mac, leaving with lead fully strapped, Bleeding you dead that’s a fact, feeding you meds Michael Jack So listen, I'm faster then your shit, got the raps to pass like a huge mast to a ship, so please bite your lip, and skip, unless you wanna be ripped, oh RIP, I guess that was sick, now someone make it a clip, me ruining this bum like I be shoving in my dick, and I be chewing on this gum cuz your ass I already kicked I'm fucking barbarian Goin totalitarian Y’all deadweight trash just a bunch of some carrion That pack I’m carrying Keep quiet librarian Six feet under well be totally burying Like mother Mary, I'll be givin' her dairy In nine months by it'll be gettin' real scary Cuz Jesus pop out, so I’m leaving hot now Til' Joseph about to see where I dropped my berries I give ‘er PROTEIN If ya know what I mean, Nuts in her mouth, yo go me! I flow this beat I’m known to be A prodigy On every street Too damn elite The finest meat So take a seat And watch and see The new OG Set on repeat Don’t mess with the A Z