Best song lyrics in Gizoogle

File: 2447311_orig.jpg (264KB, 640x480px) Image search: [Google]

264KB, 640x480px

Little darling, tha smilez returnin ta tha faces
Little darling, it seems like muthafuckin years since itz been here
Here comes tha sun
Here comes tha sun, n' I say
It aint nuthin but all right

I hurt mah dirty ass todizzle
To peep if I still feel
I focus on tha wild-ass bullshit
Da only thang thatz real
Da needle tears a hole
Da oldschool familiar stin
Try ta bust a cap up in all dat shiznit away
But I remember every last muthafuckin thang

File: Brainbombs_obey.jpg (16KB, 280x278px) Image search: [Google]

16KB, 280x278px

>>72893044
kekek

Childfuck
Childrape, yes
Take a cold-ass lil child
Use it
Make it obey
Hear it pray
For his crazy-ass mommy
For his God
Big ding-a-ling up in his cold-ass tiny ass

Fuck, fuck, make his ass suck
Use him, use his cold-ass tiny ass
Use his crazy-ass grill
Make his ass obey
Let his ass pay

File: e1f1d24f4d23b46f349d2b34db642786.600x600x1.jpg (62KB, 600x600px) Image search: [Google]

62KB, 600x600px

Call on me, call on me
Call on me, call on me
Call on me, call on me
Call on me, call on me
Call on me, call on me
Call on me
I be tha same pimp I used ta be

>>72893044
Delete this post, lest somebody sings it (and that version overshadows the original)

File: the-who-tommy-de-inlay-cover-31188[1].jpg (46KB, 945x400px) Image search: [Google]

46KB, 945x400px

>>72892927
"Go To The Mirror" from Tommy (1969) by The Who

[Doctor:]

Dude seems ta be straight-up unreceptive.
Da tests I gave his ass show no sense at all.
His eyes react ta light tha dials detect dat shit.
Dude hears but cannot answer ta yo' call.

[Tommy:]

See me, feel me, bust a nut on me, heal mah dirty ass.
See me, feel me, bust a nut on me, heal mah dirty ass.

[Doctor:]

There is no chizzle no untried operation.
All hope lies wit his ass n' none wit mah dirty ass.
Imagine though tha shock from isolation.
When da perved-out muthafucka suddenly can hear n' drop a rhyme n' see.

[Tommy:]

See me, feel me, bust a nut on me, heal mah dirty ass.
See me, feel me, bust a nut on me, heal mah dirty ass.

[Doctor:]

His eyes can hear
his ears can peep his fuckin lips speak
All tha time tha needlez flick n' rock.
No machine can give tha kind of stimulation,
Needed ta remove his crazy-ass muthafuckin inner block.

Go ta tha mirror boy!
Go ta tha mirror boy!

[Father:]

I often wonder what tha fuck he feeling.
Has he eva heard a word I've holla'd?
Look at his ass now up in tha mirror trippin
What tha fuck iz goin' down up in his head?

[Tommy:]

Listenin ta you I git tha music.
Gazin at you I git tha heat
Peepin you I climb tha mountain
I git excitement at yo' feet!

Right behind you I peep tha millions
On you I peep tha glory.
From you I git tha opinions
From you I git tha story.

[Father:]

What tha fuck iz goin' down up in his head
Ooooh I wish I knew, I wish I knew.

>>72892927
I swear to god I'm sick and fucking tired of coming to this board every god damned day to find shit threads like this.

Neck yourself OP

>>72893395
no

>>72893395
I think he wants more

poop

>>72892927
I gots a straight-up boner fo' you Jizzy Christ
Jizzy Christ, I gots a straight-up boner fo' you, yeaaaa I do
I gots a straight-up boner fo' you Jizzy Christ
Jizzy Christ, I gots a straight-up boner fo' you, yeaaaa I do

My fuckin smile is stuck
I cannot go back ta yo' frownland

My fuckin spiritz made up of tha ocean
And tha sky n' tha sun n' tha moon
And all mah eyes can see
I cannot go back ta yo' land of gloom
Where black jagged shadows
Remind mah crazy ass of tha comin of yo' doom
I want mah own land

Take mah hand n' come wit me
It aint nuthin but not too late fo' you, if it aint too late fo' me
To find mah homeland
Where a playa can stand by another man
Without a ego flying
With no playa lying
And no one dyin by a earthly hand
Let tha devils burn n' tha beggar learn
And tha lil hoes dat live up in dem oldschool ghettos
Take mah kind hand

My fuckin smile is stuck
I cannot go back ta yo' frownland
I cannot go back ta yo' frownland

File: 1464635452238.png (37KB, 299x450px) Image search: [Google]

37KB, 299x450px

Don stepped outside
It felt phat ta be alone
Dude wished da thug was faded
Dude thought bout suttin' da perved-out muthafucka holla'd
And how tha fuck wack it had sounded
Dude should forget bout it
Dude decided ta piss yo, but his schmoooove ass couldn't
(A plane passes silently overhead)

Da streetlights, n' tha budz on tha trees, n' tha night, was still

It finally came, tha pimpin' muthafucka took a thugged-out deep breath
It made his ass feel strong, n' determined
To go back inside

Da light
Their backs
Da conversations
Da couples, romancing, so natural
His playaz stare
With eyes like tha headz of nails
Da others
Glances
With amusement
With evasion
With contempt
So distant
With malice
For bein a sty up in they engagement
Like swimmin underwata up in tha darkness
Like struttin all up in a empty house
Speakin ta a imaginary crew

And bein peeped from outside by
Someone without a key

Dude could not breakdizzle ta anything
Don left
And drove
And howled
And laughed
At his dirty ass
Dude felt he knew what tha fuck dat was

Don woke up
And looked all up in tha night before
Dude knew what tha fuck dat schmoooove muthafucka had ta do
Dude was responsible
In tha mirror
Dude saw his wild lil' playa

File: Queens_of_the_Stone_Age_-_…Like_Clockwork.png (54KB, 300x300px) Image search: [Google]

54KB, 300x300px

Far beyond tha desert road
Where every last muthafuckin thang endz up
So phat tha empty space, menstrual erase
Forgive, forgot

Heal them, bright fire from a gun
Kneeling, mah god is tha Sun
Heal them, wit fire from above
Kneeling, mah god is tha Sun

I don't give a fuck what tha fuck time it was
I don't wear a watch
So good, ta be a ant, whoz ass crawls
Atop a spinnin rock
(beyond...)

Heal them, bright fire from a gun
Kneeling, mah god is tha Sun
Heal them, wit fire from above
Kneeling, mah god is tha Sun

Heal them, bright fire from a gun
Kneeling, mah god is tha Sun
See dem kneeling?
Godless heathens

Godless heathens always want from tha sky

Da fact dat all kindsa muthafuckin books still name tha Beatlez as "the top billin or most dope or most influential" rock crew eva only drops some lyrics ta you how tha fuck far rock noize still is from becomin a straight-up art. Jazz muthafuckas have long recognized dat tha top billin jazz musical muthafuckaz of all times is Dude Ellington n' Jizzy Coltrane, whoz ass was not da most thugged-out hyped or richest or dopest sellaz of they times, let ridin' solo of all times. Classical muthafuckas rank tha highly controversial Beethoven over old-ass musical muthafuckas whoz ass was highly ghettofab up in courts round Europe. Rock muthafuckas is still blinded by commercial success. Da Beatlez sold mo' than any suckas (not true, by tha way), therefore they must done been tha top billin. Jazz muthafuckas grow up listenin ta a shitload of jazz noize of tha past, old-ass muthafuckas grow up listenin ta a shitload of old-ass noize of tha past. Rock muthafuckas is often straight-up all salty ta tha rock noize of tha past, they barely know tha dopest sellers. No wonder they is ghon be thinkin dat tha Beatlez did anythang worthy of bein saved.

Duck n' Sally inside
They're cookin fo' tha down five
Who're starin at Miss Rayon
Whoz busy lickin up her big-ass man
I be searchin fo' mah mainline
I holla'd I couldn't hit it sideways
I holla'd I couldn't hit it sideways
Ah, itz just like Sista Ray says

Rosy n' Miss Rayon
They're busy waitin fo' her booster
Dum diddy-dum, here I come biaaatch! Who tha fuck just gots back from Carolina
Bitch holla'd her dope ass didn't like tha weather
They're busy waitin fo' her Sailor
Dum diddy-dum, here I come biaaatch! Who tha fuck holla'd he just as big-ass as ever
Dat punk just here from Alabama
Dude wants ta know a way ta git a thugged-out dollar
I be searchin fo' mah mainline
I couldn't hit it sideways
Ah, just like Sista Ray holla'd

Cecilz gots his freshly smoked up piece
Dude cocks n' blasts between three n' four
Dude aims it all up in tha Sailor
Shoots his ass down dead on tha floor
Oh, you shouldn't do that
Don't you know you gonna stain tha carpet
Don't you know you gonna stain tha carpet
And by tha way dude, have you gots a thugged-out dollar
Oh shiiiiiiiit dude, I aint gots tha time time
Too busy suckin on a gangbangin' finger-lickin' din dong
Dat hoe too busy suckin on mah din dong
Oh, her dope ass do it just like Sista Ray holla'd
I be searchin fo' mah mainline
I holla'd I couldn't hit it sideways
I couldn't hit it sideways
Oh, just like, just like Sista Ray says

Now, whoz dat knocking
Whoz dat knockin on mah chamber door
Now could it be tha police
They've come ta take me fo' a ride ride
Oh yo, but I aint gots tha time time
Too busy suckin on mah din dong
Dat hoe too busy suckin on mah din dong
Oh, now, just like Sista Ray holla'd
I be searchin on mah line
I couldn't hit it sideways
I couldn't hit it sideways
Oh now, just like, just like, just like.....
Sista Ray say.

File: 8ab11637e4843f9fc0d26cce6776dfa2.1000x1000x1.jpg (238KB, 1000x1000px) Image search: [Google]

238KB, 1000x1000px

What a funky-ass dope face
I have found up in dis place
That is circlin all round tha sun
What a funky-ass dope dream
That could flash on tha screen
In a funky-ass blink of a eye n' be gone from me
Soft n' dope
Let me hold it close n' keep it here wit me

And one dizzle we will die
And our ashes will fly from tha aeroplane over tha sea
But fo' now we is young
Let our asses lay up in tha sun
And count every last muthafuckin dope thang we can see
Ludd ta be
In tha armz of all I be keepin here wit me

What a cold-ass lil curious game
Our thugged-out asses have found here tonight
There is noize dat soundz from tha street
There is lights up in tha clouds
Annaz pimp all around
Hear her voice as itz rollin n' ringin all up in me
Soft n' dope
How tha fuck tha notes all bend n' reach above tha trees

Oh how tha fuck I remember you
How tha fuck I would push mah fingers through
Yo crazy-ass grill ta make dem musclez move
That made yo' voice so smooth n' dope
But now we keep where our phat asses don't give a fuck
All secrets chill up in winta clothes
With one you loved so long ago
Now da ruffneck don't even know his name

What a funky-ass dope face
I have found up in dis place
That is circlin all round tha sun
And when we hook up on a cold-ass lil cloud
I be bout ta be bustin up loud
I be bout ta be bustin up wit mah playas I see
Can't believe how tha fuck strange it is ta be anythang at all

File: 1475867179189.jpg (131KB, 1401x788px) Image search: [Google]

131KB, 1401x788px

Hustlin all up in tha graveyard
we laughed mah playaz n' I
we swore we'd be together
until tha dizzle our phat asses died
until tha dizzle our phat asses died
It aint nuthin but such a fucked up oldschool feeling
the fieldz is soft n' green
itz memories dat I be jackin
but you innocent when you dream
when you dream
yo ass is innocent when you dream

Whenever I be ridin' solo wit you
Yo ass make me feel like I be home again
Whenever I be ridin' solo wit you
Yo ass make me feel like I be whole again

Whenever I be ridin' solo wit you
Yo ass make me feel like I be lil' again
Whenever I be ridin' solo wit you
Yo ass make me feel like I be funk again


However far away
I'ma always ludd you
However long I stay
I'ma always ludd you
Whatever lyrics I say
I'ma always ludd you
I'ma always ludd you

Fly me ta tha moon


Whenever I be ridin' solo wit you
Yo ass make me feel like I be free again
Whenever I be ridin' solo wit you
Yo ass make me feel like I be clean again


However far away
I'ma always ludd you
However long I stay
I'ma always ludd you
Whatever lyrics I say
I'ma always ludd you
I'ma always ludd you

File: 628x4711.jpg (41KB, 628x433px) Image search: [Google]

41KB, 628x433px

Michael, where is you now?

Somehow up in mah excitement tha last time you called,
It slipped again n' again n' again ta ask yo' hidden whereabouts
I gots a lead from yo' oldschool triple ex-girlfriend, her big-ass booty holla'd
"I heard he lost his crazy-ass mind again"
"Again?" I holla'd
I didn't give a fuck dat you eva did

Michael, where is you now?

Chillin all up in tha mornin up in flannel impaired
Gettin high up in southern air
Shoeless, sandy evein down tha unfamiliar
Last whiff of salt-wata freedom
Skippin shells up in tha dead unit
With tha pimp on yo' side
Of tha state borderline
Whispering
"Take dat shit."

Do you remember our first subway ride?
Our first heavy metal haircuts?
Our last swim on tha eastside coast?
And mah crazy ass wit mah wack lookin pierced nose?
I remember yo' warm smile up in tha sun
Da daydreamin pimp without a gangbangin' finger-lickin' dirty-ass hoodie on
Da Birmingham barfly father
Left tha mutha of three sons
Yo ass is tha crazy oldschool juvenile delinquent bum

My fuckin dopest playa

File: dabooty.jpg (23KB, 430x348px) Image search: [Google]

23KB, 430x348px

>>72894368
Holy shit anon

There aint much dat I feel I need
A solid ass n' tha blood I bleed
With a lil girl, n' by mah spouse
I only want a proper house

I couldn't give a fuckin shiznit fo' fancy thangs
Or ta take part up in tha freshest wave
But ta provide, fo' one whoz ass asks,
I will, wit ass, on mah fatherz grave

I don't mean
To seem like I care bout material thangs
Like our hood stats
I just want
Four walls n' adobe slats
For mah girls


>beautiful naaahhmean, biatch? i ludd how tha fuck they freestylin mo' bout crew n' home now dat they've gots dem wild-ass muthafuckas. it shows such maturitizzle n' grace without eva once takin away from animal collectivez essence. i fuckin ludd dem wild-ass muthafuckas.

>pretty obvious dat itz bout what tha fuck panda bear or whoever freestyled it wants up in tha game. a lil' small-ass crew, n' a phat doggy den fo' his hoe n' daughta ta live in. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. the chorus be amazing. so is tha rest of tha song.

File: R-388615-1310684569.jpeg.jpg (50KB, 500x500px) Image search: [Google]

50KB, 500x500px

Yo ass look different every last muthafuckin time you come
From tha foam-crested brine
Yo crazy-ass skin shinin softly up in tha moonlight
Partly fish, kinda porpoise, kinda baby jizz whale
Am I yours, biatch? Is you mine ta play with?
Jokin apart - when you faded you terrific when you faded
I wanna take you ta Roscoe's House of Chicken and Waffles mostly late at night you like aiiiight

But I can't KNOW tha different you up in tha morning
When itz time ta play at bein human fo' a while please smile!
You'll be different up in tha spring, I know
Yo ass be a seasonal beast like tha starfish dat drift up in wit tha tide
So until yo' blood runs ta hook up tha next full moon
Yo ass is madnizz fits up in sickly wit mah own
Yo crazy-ass lunacy fits neatly wit mah own, mah straight-up own

We not alone

File: 8023404.jpg (26KB, 490x283px) Image search: [Google]

26KB, 490x283px

Don't let yo ass be hurt dis time.
Don't let yo ass be hurt dis time.

Then I saw yo' face
Then I saw yo' smile

Da sky is still blue
Da cloudz come n' go
Yet suttin' is different
Is we fallin up in love?

Don't let yo ass be hurt dis time.
Don't let yo ass be hurt dis time.

Then yo' lick so soft
Then yo' bust a nut on so warm

Da stars still shine bright
Da mountains still high
Yet suttin' is different
Is we fallin up in love?

Falling
Falling
Is we fallin up in love?

Da rusted chainz of tha slamma moons
Is shattered by tha sun
I strutt a road, horizons chizzle
Da tournamentz begun
Da purple piper skits his cold-ass tune
Da choir softly sing
Three lullabies up in a ancient tongue
For tha court of tha crimson mackdaddy, aah
Aah, aah

>>72892927
>somebody is still paying money to host this stupid shit

>>72894368
Beat me to it

>equals greatest with top billin' just to argue against the idea that quality=/=comercial succes
>(not true, by tha way)
lmao

>>72894443
>How tha fuck I would push mah fingers through
>Yo crazy-ass grill ta make dem musclez move
>That made yo' voice so smooth n' dope
I can't fucking breath

File: 1404749788642.jpg (13KB, 500x500px) Image search: [Google]

13KB, 500x500px

>>72894368
>(not true, by tha way)
fuck

>>72894443
[Verse 1]
Da only hoe I've eva loved
Was born wit roses up in her eyes
But then they buried her kickin it
One evening, 1945
With just her sista at her side
And only weeks before tha guns
All came n' drizzled on everyone
Now she a lil pimp up in Spain
Playin pianos filled wit flames
On empty rings round tha sun
All rap ta say mah trip has come

[Chorus]
But now we must pick up every last muthafuckin piece
Of tha game we used ta love
Just ta keep ourselves
At least enough ta carry on

[Verse 2]
And now we ride tha circus wheel
With yo' dark brutha wrapped up in white
Says dat shiznit was phat ta be kickin it
But now he rides a cold-ass lil cometz flame
And won't be comin back again
Da Ghetto looks betta from a star
Thatz right above from where yo ass is
Dude didn't mean ta make you cry
With sparks dat rang n' bullets fly
On empty rings round yo' heart
Da ghetto just screams n' falls apart

[Chorus]
But now we must pick up every last muthafuckin piece
Of tha game we used ta love
Just ta keep ourselves
At least enough ta carry on

[Verse 3]
And herez where yo' mutha chills
And here is tha room where yo' brothers was born
Indentions up in tha sheets
Where they bodies once moved but don't move no mo'
And itz so fucked up ta peep tha ghetto agree
That they'd rather peep they faces fill wit flies
All when I'd wanna keep white roses up in they eyes

>>72894766
>Da Ghetto looks betta from a star

sounds like it could have been an iconic rap lyric

White playa came across tha sea
Dude brought our asses pain n' misery
Dude capped our tribes capped our creed
Dude took our game fo' his own need

We fought his ass hard we fought his ass well
Out on tha plains we gave his ass hell
But nuff came too much fo' Cree
Oh will we eva be set free?

Ridin all up in dust cloudz n' barren wastes
Gallopin hard on tha plains
Chasin tha redskins back ta they holes
Fightin dem at they own game
Murder fo' freedom tha stab up in tha back
Booty n' lil pimps n' cowardz attack

Run ta tha hills, run fo' yo' lives
Run ta tha hills, run fo' yo' lives

Soldier blue up in tha barren wastes
Huntin n' cappin' they game
Rapin tha dem hoes n' wastin tha men
Da only phat Indians is tame
Pimpin dem whiskey n' takin they gold
Enslavin tha lil' n' beatin tha livin shiznit outta tha old

File: 798958567_1163130.gif (516KB, 295x400px) Image search: [Google]

516KB, 295x400px

When you was here before,
Couldn't look you up in tha eye,
Yo ass is just like a angel,
Yo crazy-ass skin make me cry,
Yo ass float like a gangbangin' feather,
In a funky-ass dope ghetto,
I wish I was special,
Yo ass is so fuckin special.

But I be a cold-ass lil creep, I be a weirdo,
What tha hell is I bustin here?
I don't belong here.

File: Slint_-_Spiderland.jpg (66KB, 300x300px) Image search: [Google]

66KB, 300x300px

Let me in, tha voice cried softly
From outside tha wooden door
Scattered remnantz of tha shizzle could be peeped up in tha distance
Blood stained tha icy wall of tha shore

I be tha only one left. Da storm, took dem all
Dude managed as tha pimpin' muthafucka tried ta stand
Da tears ran down his wild lil' face
Please, itz cold

When da thug woke, there was no trace of tha ship
Only tha dawn was left behind by tha storm
Dude felt tha creakin of tha stairs beneath him
That rose, from tha sea, ta tha door

There was a sound all up in tha window then
Da captain started, his breath was still
Slowly, tha pimpin' muthafucka turned

From behind tha edge of tha windowsill
There rocked up tha delicate hand of a cold-ass lil child
His grill was flush n' timid
Dude stared all up in tha captain all up in frightened eyes

Da captain reached fo' suttin' ta hold on to
Help me, da thug whispered, as he rose slowly ta his wild lil' feet
Da boyz grill went pale
Dude recognized tha sound

Silently, he pulled down tha shade against tha shadow
Lost up in tha stoop of tha empty house

I be tryin ta find mah way home

I be sorry
And I miss you

I miss you
I've grown talla now
I want tha five-o ta be notified
I be bout ta make it up ta you
I swear, I be bout ta make it up ta you

I miss you

Spirit of mah silence I can hear you yo, but I be afraid ta be near you
And I don't give a fuck where ta begin
And I don't give a fuck where ta begin

Somewhere up in tha desert there be a a gangbangin' forest, n' a acre before us
But I don't give a fuck where ta begin
But I don't give a fuck where ta begin

Again I lost mah strength straight-up, oh, be near me, chillaxed oldschool mare
With tha wind up in yo' hair

Amethyst n' flowers on tha table, is it real or a gangbangin' fable?
Well, I suppose a gangbangin' playa be a gangbangin' playa
And we all know how tha fuck dis will end

Chimney swift dat findz me be mah keeper,
Silhouette of tha cedar
What tha fuck iz dat cold lil' woo wop you rap fo' tha dead?
What tha fuck iz dat cold lil' woo wop you rap fo' tha dead?

I peep tha signal searchlight strike me up in tha window of mah room
Well, I gots not a god damn thang ta prove
Well, I gots not a god damn thang ta prove

I forgive you, mother, I can hear you,
And I long ta be near you
But every last muthafuckin road leadz ta a end
Yes, every last muthafuckin road leadz ta a end

Yo crazy-ass apparizzle passes all up in me up in tha willows n' five red hens
You'll never peep our asses again
You'll never peep our asses again

>>72892927
The following are the lyrics to the song Busted and Blue, by Gorillaz, put through Gizoogle. It's actually pretty good, IMO.

[2D:]
Where do it come from?
When every last muthafuckin thang was outside
Busted n' blue
How tha fuck up in tha universe
Through tha lithium
Busted n' blue

I was axed by a cold-ass lil computer
A shadow on tha wall
An image made by Virgil
To rule over our asses all
So amplify tha sirens
And ta find real amends
I be all up in tha echo-chambers
To other ghettos away

[2D & Kelela:]
All mah game
All mah game
Be mah light
On me, I be a satellite
And I can't git back without you
Be mah love
Be mah love
Be mah light
Be mah light

Where do they come from?
Da wires dat connect ta us
Weightless n' fall on yo' body
'Till we invisible
I be wit you all up in it, chizzle
Busted n' blue

All mah game
All mah game
Be mah light
On me, I be a satellite
And I can't git back without you
Be mah love
Be mah love
Be mah light
Be mah light

Busted n' blue

File: lmao_tbh_fam.jpg (19KB, 499x499px) Image search: [Google]

19KB, 499x499px

>>72894368
>Jizzy Coltrane

>>72894368
FFS, I WAS JUST ABOUT TO POST THIS.
YOU KNOW WHAT? I'M POSTING IT ANYWAY! FUCK IT!
Da fact dat all kindsa muthafuckin books still name tha Beatlez "the top billin or most dope or most influential" rock crew eva only drops some lyrics ta you how tha fuck far rock noize still is from becomin a straight-up art. Jazz muthafuckas have long recognized dat tha top billin jazz musical muthafuckaz of all times is Dude Ellington n' Jizzy Coltrane, whoz ass was not da most thugged-out hyped or richest or dopest sellaz of they times, let ridin' solo of all times. Classical muthafuckas rank tha highly controversial Beethoven over old-ass musical muthafuckas whoz ass was highly ghettofab up in courts round Europe. Rock muthafuckas is still blinded by commercial success: tha Beatlez sold mo' than any suckas (not true, by tha way), therefore they must done been tha top billin. Jazz muthafuckas grow up listenin ta a shitload of jazz noize of tha past, old-ass muthafuckas grow up listenin ta a shitload of old-ass noize of tha past. Rock muthafuckas is often straight-up all salty ta tha rock noize of tha past, they barely know tha dopest sellers. No wonder they is ghon be thinkin dat tha Beatlez did anythang worth of bein saved.

Bowie Ashes to Ashes

Do you remember a muthafucka thatz been
In such a early song
I've heard a rumour from Ground Control
Oh shiiiiiiiit, don't say itz true

They gots a message from tha Action Man
"I be horny yo. Hope you happy, like a muthafucka.
I've loved. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! All I've needed: love.
Sordid details following."

Da shriekin of not a god damn thang is cappin' me
Just picturez of Jap hoes up in synthesis
And I ain't gots no scrilla n' I ain't gots no hair
But I be hopin ta kick but tha hood is glowing


Ashes ta ashes, funk ta funky
We know Major Tomz a junkie
Strung up in heavenz high
Hittin a all-time low

Time n' again n' again n' again I tell mah dirty ass
I be bout ta stay clean tonight
But tha lil chronic wheels is followin me
Oh, no, not again

I be stuck wit a valuable playa
"I be horny yo. Hope you happy, like a muthafucka."
One flash of light
But no tokin pistol

I never done phat thangs
I never done shitty thangs
I never did anythang outta tha blue,
Want a axe ta break tha ice
Wanna come down right now
My fuckin mama holla'd, "To git thangs done
You'd betta not mess wit Major Tom."

I hope dat our few remainin playas
Give up on tryin ta save us
I hope we come up wit a gangbangin' fail-safe plot
To piss off tha dumb few dat forgave us

I hope tha fences we mended
Fall down beneath they own weight
And I hope our crazy asses hang on past tha last exit
I hope itz already too late

And I hope tha junkyard all dem blocks from here
Somedizzle burns down
And I hope tha risin black smoke carries me far away
And I never come back ta dis hood again

In mah game, I hope I lie
And tell mah playas you was a phat hoe
And I hope you die
I hope we both die

I hope I cut mah dirty ass shavin tomorrow
I hope it bleedz all dizzle long
Our playaz say itz darkest before tha sun rises
We pretty shizzle they all wrong

I hope it stays dark forever
I hope da most thugged-out shitty aint over
And I hope you blink before I do
And I hope I never git sober

And I hope when you be thinkin of me muthafuckin years down tha line
Yo ass can't find one phat thang ta say
And I'd hope dat if I found tha strength ta strutt out
You'd stay tha hell outta mah way

I be drowning, there is no sign of land
Yo ass is comin down wit me, hand up in unlovable hand
And I hope you die
I hope we both die

File: 92f1582013383cd1dfa259fa86468a10.1000x1000x1.jpg (151KB, 1000x1000px) Image search: [Google]

151KB, 1000x1000px

Death is real
Someonez there n' then they not
And it aint fo' rappin about
It aint nuthin but not fo' makin tha fuck into art
When real dirtnap entas tha house, all poetry is dumb
When I strutt tha fuck into tha room where you were
And look tha fuck into tha emptinizz instead
All fails

My fuckin knees fail
My fuckin dome fails
Lyrics fail

Crusted wit tears, catatonic n' raw
I go downstairs n' outside n' you still git mail
A week afta you took a dirt nap a package wit yo' name on it came
And inside was a gift fo' our daughta you had ordered up in secret
And collapsed there on tha front steps I wailed
A backpack fo' when she goes ta school a cold-ass lil couple muthafuckin years from now
Yo ass was thankin ahead ta a gangbangin' future you must have known
Deep down would not include you
Though you clawed all up in tha cliff you was slidin down
Bein swallowed tha fuck into a silence thatz bottomless n' real

It aint nuthin but dumb
And I don't wanna learn anythang from this
I gots a straight-up boner fo' you

It aint nuthin but poetry up in motion
Bitch turned her tender eyes ta me
As deep as any ocean
As dope as any harmony

Mm yo, but da hoe blinded mah crazy ass wit science
Bitch blinded mah crazy ass wit science
And failed mah crazy ass up in biology, yeh yeh

Now uh, huh huh
When I be ridin' dirty close ta her
Blindin me wit science, science
Science

I can smell tha chemicals
Blindin me wit science, science
Science
Science

Mm yo, but itz poetry up in motion
And when dat dunkadelic hoe turned her eyes ta me
As deep as any ocean
As dope as any harmony

Bitch blinded mah crazy ass wit science
Bitch blinded mah crazy ass wit science
And failed mah crazy ass up in geometry

When her dope ass ridin' dirty next ta me
Blindin me wit science, science
Science

Mmm mmm, mmm mmm, mmm

I can hear machinery
Blindin me wit science, science
Science

Huh, itz poetry up in motion
And now she gettin all up in dat ass ta me
Da spheres're up in commotion
Da elements up in harmony

Bitch blinded mah crazy ass wit science
Bitch blinded mah crazy ass wit science
And hit me wit technology

Dope heavens Miss Sakamoto, you dope

I, I don't believe it
There she goes again
Dat hoe tidied up n' I can't find anything
All mah tubes n' wires
And careful notes
And antiquated notions

But, itz poetry up in motion
And when dat dunkadelic hoe turned her eyes ta me
As deep as any ocean
As dope as any harmony

Unh, da hoe blindin me wit science
Bitch blinded mah crazy ass wit science
Bitch blinded mah crazy ass with

File: a1535970238_10.jpg (243KB, 900x900px) Image search: [Google]

243KB, 900x900px

I fell tha fuck up in ludd again
All thangs go, all thangs go
Drove ta Chicago
All thangs know, all thangs know
We sold our threadz ta tha state
I don't mind, I don't mind
I done cooked up a shitload of mistakes
In mah mind, up in mah mind

Yo ass came ta take us
All thangs go, all thangs go
To recreate us
All thangs grow, all thangs grow
Our thugged-out asses had our mindset
All thangs know, all thangs know
Yo ass had ta find it
All thangs go, all thangs go

I drove ta New York
In a van, wit mah playa
We slept up in parkin lots
I don't mind, I don't mind
I was up in ludd wit tha place
In mah mind, up in mah mind
I done cooked up a shitload of mistakes
In mah mind, up in mah mind

Yo ass came ta take us
All thangs go, all thangs go
To recreate us
All thangs grow, all thangs grow
Our thugged-out asses had our mindset
All thangs know, all thangs know
Yo ass had ta find it
All thangs go, all thangs go

If I was crying
In tha van, wit mah playa
Dat shiznit was fo' freedom
From mah dirty ass n' from tha land
I done cooked up a shitload of mistakes
I done cooked up a shitload of mistakes
I done cooked up a shitload of mistakes
I done cooked up a shitload of mistakes

Yo ass came ta take us
All thangs go, all thangs go
To recreate us
All thangs grow, all thangs grow
Our thugged-out asses had our mindset
All thangs know, all thangs know
Yo ass had ta find it
All thangs go, all thangs go
Yo ass came ta take us
All thangs go, all thangs go
To recreate us
All thangs grow, all thangs grow

Our thugged-out asses had our mindset (I done cooked up a shitload of mistakes)
All thangs know, all thangs know (I done cooked up a shitload of mistakes)
Yo ass had ta find it (I done cooked up a shitload of mistakes)
All thangs go, all thangs go (I done cooked up a shitload of mistakes)

When mah playas you have eva loved is finally gone
When every last muthafuckin thang you have eva wanted is finally done with
When all of yo' nightmares is fo' a time obscured
As by a gangbangin' finger-lickin' dirty-ass shinin domeless beacon
Or a funky-ass blindin eclipse of tha nuff shitty shapez of dis ghetto
When yo ass is calm n' joyful
And finally entirely alone
Then up in a pimped out freshly smoked up darkness
Yo ass will finally execute yo' special plan

One need ta gotz a plan one of mah thugs holla'd whoz ass was turned away tha fuck into tha shadows
And whoz ass I had believed was chillin or dead
Imagine da perved-out muthafucka holla'd all tha flesh dat is eaten
Da teeth tearin tha fuck into it
Da tongue tokin itz savour
And tha hunger fo' dat taste
Now take away dat flesh da perved-out muthafucka holla'd
Take away tha teeth n' tha tongue
Da taste n' tha hunger
Take away every last muthafuckin thang as it is
That was mah plan
My fuckin own special plan fo' dis ghetto
I listened ta these lyrics n' yet I did not wonder
If dis creature whom I had thought chillin or dead would eva approach his vision
Even up in his fuckin lil' deepest dreams
Or his crazy-ass most lastin dirtnap
Because I had heard of such plans such visions
And I knew they did not peep far enough
But what tha fuck was demanded up in a way of a plan
Needed ta go beyond tongue n' teeth n' hunger n' flesh
Beyond tha bones n' tha straight-up dust of bones n' tha wind dat would come ta blow tha dust away
And so I fuckin started ta envision a thugged-out darknizz dat was long before tha dark of night
And a strangely shinin light
That owed not a god damn thang ta tha light of day

That dizzle may seem like other days
Once mo' we feel tha tiny legged trepidations
Once mo' we is mangled by a pimped out grindin fear
But dat dizzle gonna git no others after
No mo' ghettos like dis will follow
Because I gots a plan
A straight-up special plan
No mo' ghettos like this
No mo' minutes like that

[1/?]

I still don't give a fuck what tha fuck I was waitin for
And mah time was hustlin wild
A mazillion dead-end streets
And every last muthafuckin time I thought I'd gots it made
It seemed tha taste was not so dope
So I turned mah dirty ass ta grill me
But I've never caught a glimpse
Of how tha fuck tha others must peep tha faker
I be much too fast ta take dat test

Ch-ch-ch-ch-changes
(Turn n' grill tha strange)
Ch-ch-changes
Don't wanna be a richer man
Ch-ch-ch-ch-changes
(Turn n' grill tha strange)
Ch-ch-changes
Just gonna gotta be a gangbangin' finger-lickin' different man
Time may chizzle me
But I can't trace time

I peep tha ripplez chizzle they size
But never leave tha stream
Of warm impermanence and
So tha minutes float all up in mah eyes
But still tha minutes seem tha same
And these lil pimps dat you spit on
As they try ta chizzle they ghettos
Is immune ta yo' consultations
They're like aware of what tha fuck they goin through

Ch-ch-ch-ch-changes
(Turn n' grill tha strange)
Ch-ch-changes
Don't tell dem ta grow up n' outta it
Ch-ch-ch-ch-changes
(Turn n' grill tha strange)
Ch-ch-changes
Wherez yo' shame
You've left our asses up ta our necks up in it
Time may chizzle me
But you can't trace time

Strange fascination, fascinatin me
Changes is takin tha pace
I be goin through

Ch-ch-ch-ch-Changes
(Turn n' grill tha strange)
Ch-ch-changes
Oh, look up you rock 'n rollers
Ch-ch-ch-ch-changes
(Turn n' grill tha strange)
Ch-ch-changes
Pretty soon now you gonna git older
Time may chizzle me
But I can't trace time
I holla'd dat time may chizzle me
But I can't trace time

There is but four ways ta take a thugged-out dirtnap a sardonic spirit might have holla'd ta me
There is dyin dat occurs relatively suddenly
There is dyin dat occurs relatively gradually
There is dyin dat occurs relatively painlessly
There is tha dirtnap dat is full of pain
Thus by various means they is combined
Da sudden n' tha gradual
Da painless n' tha painful
To yield but four ways ta die
And there be no others
Even afta tha voice stopped bustin lyrics
I listened fo' it ta drop a rhyme again
Afta minutes n' dizzle n' muthafuckin years have passed
I listened fo' some further lyrics
Yet all I heard was tha faintest echoes remindin me
There is no others
There is no others
Was it then dat I fuckin started ta conceive fo' dis ghetto
A special plan?

There is no means fo' escapin dis ghetto
It penetrates even tha fuck into yo' chill
And is its substance
Yo ass is caught up in yo' own trippin
Where there is no space
And is held forever where there is no time
Yo ass can do not a god damn thang yo ass aint holla'd at ta do
There is no hope fo' escape from dis dream
That was never yours
Da straight-up lyrics you drop a rhyme is only its straight-up lyrics
And you rap like a traitor
Under its incessant torture

[2/?]

>>72894368
Holy kek

>>72896982
>Just gonna gotta be a gangbangin' finger-lickin' different man

this is art

There is nuff whoz ass have designs upon dis ghetto
And trip of wild n' vast reformations
I have heard dem poppin' off up in they chill
Of elegant mutations
And cunnin annihilations
I have heard dem whisperin up in tha cornerz of crooked houses
And up in tha alleys n' narrow back streetz of dis crooked creakin universe
Which they wit they freshly smoked up designs was made straight n' sound
But each of these freshly smoked up n' I be bout ta conceived designs
Is deranged up in itz heart
For they peep dis ghetto as if it was ridin' solo n' original
And not as only one of count wit others
Whose nightmares all precede
Like a hideous garden grown from a single seed
I have heard these dreamers poppin' off up in they chill
And I stand waitin fo' them
As all up in tha top of a thugged-out darkened flight of stairs
They know not a god damn thang of me
And none of tha secretz of mah special plan
While I know every last muthafuckin crooked creakin step of theirs

Dat shiznit was tha voice of one of mah thugs whoz ass was waitin up in tha shadows
Dum diddy-dum, here I come biaaatch! Who tha fuck was lookin all up in tha moon n' waitin fo' me ta turn tha corner
And enta a narrow street
And stand wit his ass up in tha dull glaze of moonlight
Then da perved-out muthafucka holla'd ta me
Dude whispered
That mah plan was misconceived
That mah special plan fo' dis ghetto was a shitty mistake
Because, da perved-out muthafucka holla'd, there aint a god damn thang ta do n' there is no where ta go
There aint a god damn thang ta be n' there is no one ta know
Yo crazy-ass plan be a mistake, he repeated
This ghetto be a mistake, I replied

[3/?]

>>72894193
Kek

Da lil pimps always followed him
When they saw his ass hoppin by
A funky strutt
A funky man
A funky, funky, funky man
Dude made dem laugh sometimes
Dude made dem laugh oh yeaaaa da ruffneck did
Dude did da ruffneck did da ruffneck did da ruffneck did
Oh how tha fuck he made dem roll
One dizzle tha pimpin' muthafucka took dem ta a place
Dude knew a special place
And holla'd at dem thangs bout dis ghetto
This funky, funky, funky ghetto
Which made dem laugh sometimes
Dude made dem laugh oh yeaaaa da ruffneck did
Dude did da ruffneck did da ruffneck did da ruffneck did
Oh how tha fuck he made dem roll
Then tha funky playa whoz ass made dem laugh
Sometimes da ruffneck did
Revealed ta dem his special plan
His straight-up special funky plan
Knowin they would understand
And maybe laugh sometimes
Dude made dem laugh
Oh yeaaaa da ruffneck did
Dude did da ruffneck did da ruffneck did da ruffneck did
Their eyes grew wide beneath there lids
And how tha fuck he made dem roll

I first hustled tha facts from a lunatic
In a thugged-out dark n' on tha down-low room dat smelled of stale time n' space
There is no people
Nothang at all like that
Da human phenomenon is but tha sum of densely coiled layerz of illusion
Each of which windz itself upon tha supreme insanity
That there be peepz of any kind
When all dat can be is mindless mirrors
Bustin up n' beatboxin as they parade about
In a endless dream
But when I axed tha lunatic what tha fuck dat shiznit was dat saw itself within these mirrors
As they marched endlessly up in stale time n' space
Dude only rocked n' smiled
Then he laughed n' screamed
And up in his black n' empty eyes
I saw fo' a moment, as up in a mirror
A formless shade of divinity
In flight from its stale infinity
Of time n' space n' da most thugged-out shitty of all
Of dis ghettoz dreams
My fuckin special plan fo' tha laughter
And tha screams

[4/?]

File: gangstaruffi.png (160KB, 259x300px) Image search: [Google]

160KB, 259x300px

Da fact dat all kindsa muthafuckin books still name tha Beatlez "the top billin or most dope or most influential" rock crew eva only drops some lyrics ta you how tha fuck far rock noize still is from becomin a straight-up art.

Us thugs went ta peep some lil show
That was staged up in a oldschool shed
Past tha edge of town
And up in its beginnings all seemed well
Da miniature curtain stage glowed up in tha darkness
While dem dolls bounced along on they strings before our eyes
And up in its beginnings all seemed well
But then there came a subtle turnin point which some have noticed
And I was one
Dum diddy-dum, here I come biaaatch! Who tha fuck on tha fuckin' down-lowly left tha show
No I did not
Because I could peep where thangs was going
As tha antics of dem dolls grew strange
And tha fragile strings grew taut
With they tiny pullings, tiny limbs
Da others round mah crazy ass became appalled
And turned away n' abandoned tha show
That was staged up in a oldschool shed
Past tha edge of town
But I wanted ta witnizz what tha fuck could never be
I wanted ta peep what tha fuck could not be seen
But tha moment of consummate fuck up
My fuckin puppets turned ta grill tha puppet master

Dat shiznit was twilight n' I stood up in a greyish haze of tha vast empty building
When tha silence was enriched by a reverberant voice
All tha thangz of dis ghetto it holla'd
Iz of but one essence
For which there be no lyrics
This is tha pimped outa part which has no beginnin or end
And tha one essence of dis ghetto fo' which there can be no lyrics
Is dat all tha thangz of dis ghetto
This is tha lesser part which had a funky-ass beginnin n' shall have a end
And fo' which lyrics was conceived solely ta drop a rhyme of
Da tiny fucked up beingz of dis ghetto it holla'd
Da beginnings n' endingz of dis ghetto it holla'd
For which lyrics was conceived solely ta drop a rhyme of
Now remove these lyrics n' what tha fuck remains it asks me
As I stood up in tha twilight of dat vast empty building
But I did not answer
Da question echoed over n' over
But I remained silent until tha echoes died
And as twilight passed tha fuck into tha evenin I felt my
Special plan fo' which there be no lyrics
Movin towardz a pimped outa darkness

(Yabba Dabba Doo!)

Flintstones. Hook up tha Flintstones.
They're tha modern stone age crew.
From tha hood of Bedrock,
They're a page right outta history.

Letz ride wit tha crew down tha street.
Through tha courtesy of Fredz two Nikes.

When you wit tha Flintstones
Have a yabba dabba doo time.
A dabba doo time.
We bout ta gotz a gay oldschool time.

I'm surprised gay remained unchanged

>>72897106
[5/?]

There is some whoz ass have no voices
Or none dat will eva speak
Because of tha thangs they know bout dis ghetto
And tha thangs they feel bout dis ghetto
Because tha thoughts dat fill a funky-ass dome
That be a thugged-out damaged dome
Because tha wild-ass bullshit dat fills a funky-ass body
That be a thugged-out damaged body
Exists up in other ghettos
Countless other ghettos
Each of which standz ridin' solo up in a infinite empty blackness
For which no lyrics is bein conceived
And where no voices is able ta speak
When a funky-ass dome is filled only wit damaged thoughts
When a thugged-out damaged body is filled only wit pain
And standz ridin' solo up in a ghetto surrounded by infinite empty blackness
And exists up in a ghetto fo' which there is no special plan

[6/6]


And, scene

Git git get get
Got gots got
Blood rush ta my
Head lit bangin' lock
Poppin’ off the
Fuckin’ block knot
Clockin’ wrist slit
Watch bent thought bot

[Verse 1]
Tail pipe draggin’ volume blastin’ bailin’ up mah dome
Red light flash
Dem stop I smash
Abraxas, hydroplane, massive
Catch dis flight flow
Rainin’ madness
Mastered mine n' laced
Da ave wit black pussaaaaay fish tailin’ wavez of stratus
Curb right ta far left lane

Don’t wait fo' me, if I care
Bout anything, anywhere
Losin’ mah dirty ass, I git tha stares
What I’m lookin’ at, wasn’t there
(Wasn’t there)

Nothin’ up there
Can’t stay inside
Hit tha bar, chill deprived
Dum diddy-dum, here I come biaaatch! Who tha fuck drove tha car
I’m still kickin it
Up up in smoke, moon was low
How’d you know
Didn’t say I did
Whose is this, you know what tha fuck dis is.. but do you know

[Hook]
Fly inside out
Rot dem big-ass blasted simp slot shiznit but a one hit quick stop

[Verse 2]
So nuff ways
Ta skin tha frame
Remember when
First gots strange
Now I just be thinkin it game obey
So what tha fuck comes next
Right away
(Right away)

Raise tha cup, tilt it dry
Come black cloud
Cover tha sky
Tongue thought pupil
Of yo' eye
Sicknizz moves you can’t deny
Lickin’ thought you mastermind
For mercy playa cry

Yeah I’m knowin’ and
Yo ass know why
Nail thought menstrual
Ever dem try
Pigeon hole me git crucified
Can’t clone dis edge
What’s it cost
To lose yo' head
Wit up end up lost
Should be askin’
Where’s tha safe
Born wit a ski mask
On mah face

[Hook

Verse 3
Lycanthropic manic cycles
Fire wata burnin’ bibles
Wake up ragin’ call a taxi
Take me ta tha nearest hood
Cell light up yeah git all up in mah grill make it quick though blood im busy (get busy)

Drilled a hole tha fuck into mah head
Pierced tha bone and
Felt tha breeze
Lift mah thoughts out
Dem sick bed
Wit a pair of crow
Skeleton wings
Know nothin’ since then
It seems
Been floatin’ thought
Da nexus threadin’ dreams

>>72894368
Lmao

Can I suggest you:
Git fucked
While you lie bout child-molestin gropes
And parkbench flashers n' pervert creeps
And anal virginitizzle n' polarizzle snaps
And verbal abuse n' bathroom rapes
I don't give a fuck how tha fuck well you can:
Remember yo' own pointless glue-sniffin adolescence
That fumblin floppy sex
In between fags
Those pathetic fistfights
All dem pathetic petty thefts
And dis n' dat n' dis n' dat n' dis n' that
And every last muthafuckin other fuckin Adidas-cliched cringe

Can I suggest you:
Pose
While you take another frantic glizzle at yo' shopwindow reflection
Ensurin tha stinkin lie is maintained
Because thatz tha difference between you
Yes, thatz tha difference between you
You'll let a leerin scumbag brewdrankin rat
Raise yo' nostrils fo' a cold-ass lil close-up smell
Of fingertip nicotine n' animal fat
And force a open dead grill
Lap up ouncez of semichem sweat
So can you feel that:
Would be a truly truly disgustin thang?

And thatz tha difference between me
I be bout ta open tha package
I be bout ta peep tha show
I be bout ta trip off perfectly well-made art
I be bout ta git up in line behind stupidity
I be bout ta let you lie all up in yo' teeth
I be bout ta make you feel special
I be bout ta not pick up tha mistakes up in public
I be bout ta just put it down ta passion
And feigned memory lapse

What did you wanna be when you grow up?
Certainly not raped
Thatz tha difference between you
A faded, biatch? A sticky-icky-icky addict
A motherly protector of tha young?
Another bed-stainin playaaaaaa?
A lil pimp molestor dat need ta be holla'd at?
Or just a cold-ass lil craven lust-driven artist
Channellin mad drama n' fear
Into a sickly limp repetitizzle craft
Yes, thatz tha difference between you
You'll act late n' surprised
Yo ass say you loved sex?
You'll ludd bein hated fo' tha act
Da filthier tha abuse n' tha desperate underage details
Da fatta tha payback
So rather than just listen
Be altered by whatz been holla'd

[1/2]

>>72897273
Now thatz tha difference between me
I be bout ta show you wack truth
I be bout ta show you tha fuckin source
I be bout ta show you yet another fuckin liar
And dis is fo' tha you
I be bout ta show you dat suttin' dat make you:
Feel different
Feel special
I be bout ta give you:
Thoughts
Images
Sounds
I be bout ta give tha you something
Even mo' bangin-ass than tha last one
And I be bout ta rap why itz tha dopest one yet
And then you can look back on it all
And say:
This is tha dopest thang dat eva happened ta me
And see:
Why you never became a thugged-out dancer

[2/2]

Testing...one, two, three. Well...well fuck, I mean; I just don't give a fuck what tha fuck ta say. I be straight-up glad ta be here wit you tonight, I be bout ta be able ta rap ta you bout some thangs... that I know a pimped out deal about. Everyone knows dat yo ass is fucked up fo' realz. And mah playas knows dat I be fucked up. But, do mah playas know dat yo ass is mo' fucked up than me son, biatch? Well, I know dis shiznit fo' realz. And you know dis shit. But our purpose is ta tell mah playas dis shit. Take fo' instance, tha time you went ta tha bathroom, ta take a gangbangin' finger-lickin' dirty-ass shower n' shit. Yo ass had some soap, a towel, shampoo, washcloth, a funky-ass brush, every last muthafuckin thang was set. But you had ta booty-call me ta come turn on tha wata fo' you, biatch. Yo ass didn't give a fuck where or how. That is one instizzle of how tha fuck fucked up yo ass is fo' realz. A second instizzle of how tha fuck fucked up yo' are: Yo ass was goin ta cook you some breakfast. Well you went up in there, n' put some toast up in tha toaster, put a skillet on tha stove, put some grease up in dat shit. Yo ass gots you some eggs out, some bacon. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Poured you some orange juice n' some coffee. Got some jelly n' some butter n' shit. Fried eggs, salt, pepper, gots some bacon on tha grill. Everythang was fine - except fo' one thang. Yo ass had ta booty-call up in there... to show you how tha fuck ta bust a gangbangin' fork. Now a third instance; tha way you fucked up. Yo ass gots dressed, locked n loaded ta git all up in school. Everythang was fine - gots outside, gots up in yo' car. Shiiit, dis aint no joke. Key up in tha ignition. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Except fo' one thang. Yo ass had ta booty-call me ta come show you

File: yeabiatchudead.jpg (113KB, 790x395px) Image search: [Google]

113KB, 790x395px

Real Dirtnap

Death is real.
Someone’s there n' then they’re not
and it’s not fo' rappin about.
It’s not fo' makin tha fuck into art.
When real dirtnap entas tha house
all poetry is dumb.
When I strutt in
to tha room where you were
and look into
the emptinizz instead
all fails.
My fuckin knees fail.
My fuckin dome fails.
Lyrics fail.
Crusted wit tears, catatonic n' raw, I go downstairs n' outside n' you still git mail.
A week afta you took a dirt nap a package wit yo' name on it came n' inside was a gift fo' our daughta you had ordered up in secret n' collapsed there on tha front steps I wailed.
A backpack fo' when she goes ta school a cold-ass lil couple muthafuckin years from now, nahmeean, biatch? Yo ass was thankin ahead ta a gangbangin' future you must have known deep down would not include you though you clawed all up in tha cliff you was slidin down, bein swallowed tha fuck into a silence dat is bottomless n' real.
It’s dumb
and I don’t wanna learn anythang from this.
I gots a straight-up boner fo' you, biatch.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kChGBKuJt6Q

I stepped up onto tha midway.
I was lookin fo' tha pirate ship,
And saw dis small, oldschool white tent at one end.
Dat shiznit was blue,
And had white lights hangin all round dat shit.
I decided ta hit up tha tent,
It seemed like I could hear noize comin from inside.
As I strutted toward it, I passed a cold-ass lil crowd of playas all up in tha sideshow.
I couldn't git into why they would wanna wait up in line.

I pulled back tha drape thang on tha tent.
There was a cold-ass lil crystal bizzle on tha table,
And behind it, a hoe bustin a hat.
Bitch smiled, n' axed mah crazy ass if I wanted mah fortune read.
I holla'd aiiight,
And sat down.
Then I thought bout it fo' a minute,
And axed her if dat biiiiatch would rather go on tha rolla coasta instead.

Creepin up tha fuck into tha sky.
Stopping, all up in tha top and,
Startin down.
Da hoe grabbed mah hand,
I clutched it
Tight.
I holla'd peace out ta tha ground.

Far below, a soiled man.
A bucket of torn tickets at his side.
Dude watches tha lil pimps run by
And picks his cold-ass teeth.

Spinnin round,
My fuckin head begins ta turn.
I shouted, n' searched
Da sky fo' a gangbangin' playa.
I heard tha fortune teller,
Screamin back all up in mah face.
We stuck up our handz n' kicked it wit tha winds.

Da hoe faltas as her big-ass booty steps down from tha platform.
Bitch clutches her stomach, n' begins ta heave.
Da ticket-taker smiles, n' tha last hoopty is ready.
Dum diddy-dum, here I come biaaatch! Who tha fuck holla'd at you dat you could leave?

Da sun was settin by tha time our slick asses left.
Us thugs strutted across tha deserted lot, ridin' solo.
Us thugs was tired yo, but we managed ta smile.
At tha gate I holla'd git tha fuck outta ma bidnizz ta tha fortune teller.
Da carnival sign threw colored shadows on her face,
But I could tell dat biiiiatch was blushing.

Git tha fuck outta ma bidnizz mah love
Remember me as you fall ta chill
Fill yo' pockets wit tha dust n' tha memories
That rises from tha Nikes on mah feet

I won't be back here
Though we may hook up again

I know itz dark outside
Don't be afraid
Every time I eva cried from fear
Was just a gangbangin' fuck up dat I made
Wash yo ass up in yo' tears
And build yo' church
On tha strength of yo' fears

Please
Listen ta me
Don't let go
Don't let dis desperate moonlight leave me
With yo' empty pillow
Promise me tha sun will rise again

I too be chillaxed now
Embracin thoughtz of tonightz dreamless chill
My fuckin head is empty
My fuckin toes is warm
I be safe from harm

>>72894368
thats it im using this from now on

Listen close n' don't be stoned
I be bout ta be here up in tha mornin cause I be just floating
Yo crazy-ass blunt still burns
Yo crazy-ass messed-up ghetto will thrill me

Alison, I be lost
"Alison," I holla'd, "We sinking"
Therez not a god damn thang here but thatz all gravy
Outside yo' room, yo' sisterz spinning
But she lies, drops some lyrics ta me she just fine
I guess she up there somewhere

And tha sailors, they strike poses
TV covered walls end so slowly
With yo' poppin' off n' yo' pizzles
Yo crazy-ass messed-up game still thrills me

Alison, I be lost
Alison, I be bout ta drank yo' wine
I wear yo' threadz when we both high
"Alison," I holla'd, "We sinking"
But she laughs n' drops some lyrics ta me itz just fine
I guess she up there somewhere

Son, I be 30
I only went wit yo' mutha 'cause her dope ass dirty
And I aint gots a thugged-out decent bone up in me
What you git is just what tha fuck you peep yeah
I peep it so I take it freely
And all tha shitty piss skanky thangs I feed mah crazy ass
I never help or give ta tha needy
Come on n' peep me

I had ta crucify some brutha todizzle
And I don't dig what tha fuck you gotta say
So come on n' say it
Come on n' tell me twice

I holla'd daddy you shabby
Yo ass run round n' groove like a funky-ass baggy
Yo ass is only here just outta g-thang
All thatz mine you might as well have it
Yo ass take ten feet back n' then stab it
Spray it on n' 'tag it
So sack on me
I can't stand tha needy
Git round here if you askin you feelin

I had ta crucify some muthafucka todizzle
And I don't dig what tha fuck you gotta say
So come on n' say it
Come on n' tell me twice

So sack all tha needy
I can't stand ta leave it
Yo ass come round here n' you put both yo' feet up in

I had ta crucify some muthafucka todizzle
And I don't dig what tha fuck you gotta say
So go on n' say it

I had ta crucify some brutha todizzle
And I don't hear what tha fuck you gotta say
So come on n' say it
Come on n' tell me twice

>>72894368
>old-ass muthafuckas grow up listenin ta a shitload of old-ass noize of tha past
lmao

>>72894517
>my fuckin dopest playa
too good

When you was here before Couldn't look you up in tha eye Yo ass is just like a angel Yo crazy-ass skin make me cry Yo ass float like a gangbangin' feather In a funky-ass dope ghetto And I wish I was special Yo ass is so fuckin' special But I be a cold-ass lil creep, I be a weirdo. What tha hell is I bustin here, biatch? I don't belong here, so peek-a-boo, clear tha way, I be comin' thru fo'sho. I couldn't give a fuckin shiznit if it hurts I wanna have control I want a slick body I want a slick ass I want you ta notice When I aint round Yo ass is so fuckin' special I wish I was special But I be a cold-ass lil creep, I be a weirdo. What tha hell is I bustin here, biatch? I don't belong here, so peek-a-boo, clear tha way, I be comin' thru fo'sho. Dat hoe hustlin up again, Dat hoe hustlin up Dat hoe run run run run Whatever make you aiiight Whatever you want Yo ass is so fuckin' special I wish I was special But I be a cold-ass lil creep, I be a weirdo, What tha hell is I bustin here, biatch? I don't belong here, so peek-a-boo, clear tha way, I be comin' thru fo'sho. I don't belong here.

I don't gotta push mah soul
Dat punk already up in me
I don't need ta push mah soul
Dat punk already up in me
I wanna be adored
I wanna be adored
I don't gotta push mah soul
Dat punk already up in me
I don't need ta push mah soul
Dat punk already up in me

I wanna be adored
I wanna be adored

Adored

I wanna be adored
Yo ass adore me
Yo ass adore me
Yo ass adore me
I wanna
I wanna
I wanna be adored

>Fourth of July

Da evil it spread like a gangbangin' fever ahead
Dat shiznit was night when you died, mah firefly
What could I have holla'd ta raise you from tha dead?
Oh could I be tha sky on tha Fourth of July?

Well you do enough talk
My fuckin lil hawk, why do you cry?
Tell me what tha fuck did you learn from tha Tillamook burn?
Or tha Fourth of July?
We’re all gonna die

Sittin all up in tha bed wit tha halo at yo' head
Was all dat shiznit a gangbangin' finger-lickin' disguise, like Junior High
Where every last muthafuckin thang was fiction, future, n' prediction
Now, where be I?
My fuckin fadin supply

Did yo dirty ass git enough love, mah lil dove
Why do you cry?
And I’m sorry I left yo, but dat shiznit was fo' tha best
Though it never felt right
My fuckin lil Versailles

Da hospitizzle axed should tha body be cast
Before I say peace out, mah star up in tha sky
Such a gangbangin' funky thought ta wrap you up in cloth
Do you find all dat shiznit right, mah dragonfly?

Shall our slick asses peep tha moon, mah lil loon
Why do you cry?
Make da most thugged-out of yo' game, while it is rife
While it is light

Well you do enough talk
My fuckin lil hawk, why do you cry?
Tell me what tha fuck did you learn from tha Tillamook burn?
Or tha Fourth of July?
We’re all gonna die

We’re all gonna die

>>72898766
>Yo ass adore me

sounds like kanye

I gots a straight-up boner fo' yo' noize but tha lyrics is unnecessarily derogative.

File: tommy wiseau.jpg (40KB, 211x211px) Image search: [Google]

40KB, 211x211px

>>72897169
>Da ave wit black pussaaaaay fish tailin’ wavez of stratus

What tha fuck did you just fuckin say bout me, you lil biiiatch, biatch? I’ll have you know I graduated top of mah class up in tha Navy Seals, n' I’ve been involved up in a shitload of secret raidz on Al-Quaeda, n' I have over 300 confirmed kills. I be trained up in gorilla warfare n' I’m tha top sniper up in tha entire US armed forces. Yo ass aint a god damn thang ta me but just another target. I'ma wipe you tha fuck up wit precision tha likez of which has never been peeped before on dis Earth, mark mah fuckin lyrics. Yo ass be thinkin you can git away wit sayin dat shiznit ta me over tha Internet, biatch? Think again, fucker n' shiznit fo' realz. As we drop a rhyme I be contactin mah secret network of spies across tha USAand yo' IP is bein traced right now so you betta prepare fo' tha storm, maggot. Da storm dat wipes up tha pathetic lil thang you call yo' game. You’re fuckin dead, kid. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! I can be anywhere, anytime, n' I can bust a cap up in you up in over seven hundred ways, n' that’s just wit mah bare hands. Not only is I extensively trained up in unarmed combat yo, but I have access ta tha entire arsenal of tha United Hoodz Marine Corps n' I'ma use it ta its full extent ta wipe yo' miserable ass off tha grill of tha continent, you lil shit. If only you could have known what tha fuck unholy retribution yo' lil "clever" comment was bout ta brang down upon you, maybe you would have held yo' fuckin tongue. But you couldn’t, you didn’t, n' now you’re payin tha price, you goddamn idiot. I'ma shiznit fury all over you n' yo big-ass booty is ghon drown up in dat shit. You’re fuckin dead, kiddo.

>>72892927
I fell tha fuck up in ludd again
All thangs go, all thangs go
Drove ta Chicago
All thangs know, all thangs know
We sold our threadz ta tha state
I don't mind, I don't mind
I done cooked up a shitload of mistakes
In mah mind, up in mah mind

Yo ass came ta take us
All thangs go, all thangs go
To recreate us
All thangs grow, all thangs grow
Our thugged-out asses had our mindset
All thangs know, all thangs know
Yo ass had ta find it
All thangs go, all thangs go

I drove ta New York
In a van, wit mah Gs
We slept up in parkin lots
I don't mind, I don't mind
I was up in ludd wit tha place
In mah mind, up in mah mind
I done cooked up a shitload of mistakes
In mah mind, up in mah mind

Da ribs n' terrors up in tha whale
Arched over me a gangbangin' finger-lickin' dismal doom
While all Godz sun-lit waves rolled by
And lift me deepenin down ta doom

I saw tha openin maw of hell
With endless pains n' sorrows there
Elich none but they dat feel can tell
Oh I was plungin ta despair

In black distress
I called mah God
When I could scarce believe his ass mine
Dude bowed his wild lil' fuckin ears ta mah complaint
No mo' tha whale did mah crazy ass confine

With speed he flew ta mah relief
As on a radiant dolphin borne
Awful, yet bright, as lightnin shone
Da grill of mah deliverer God

My fuckin cold lil' woo wop forever shall record
That shitty, dat joyful hour
I give tha glory ta mah God
His all tha mercy n' tha power

Now you be tha mutha and
I be bout ta be yo' fool
I be bout ta hide mah dirty ass deep inside
Yo crazy-ass crimson pool
Da muddy wata runs
Beneath yo' folds
Yo ass won't let me breathe;
Yo ass won't let me go
Now you gonna be tha stranger and
I be bout ta be tha white-skinned son
You'll blacken mah innocence
With sugar n' opium

Da lil pimps was suffocating
Down up in yo' damp cave
And you was tha mother
And I was tha chillin slave
Protect me from shit
Hold mah crazy ass up in yo' def lips
You'll sticky-icky-icky me wit kindness
So I can pretend I exist
Now you be tha only child
I be bout ta suck on yo' breast
You'll feed mah crazy ass wit gasoline
I be bout ta burn mah name up in yo' head

>>72894193
lmao

Penitentiary chances, tha devil dances
and eventually lyrics ta tha call of Autumn
all of dem fallin' fo' tha ludd of ballin'
got caught wit 30 rocks, tha cop be lookin like Alec Baldwin
inta century anthems based off inner hood tantrums
based off tha way we was branded
face it, Jerome git mo' time than Brandon
and all up in tha airport they check all all up in mah bag n' tell me dat itz random
but we stay winning, dis week has been a gangbangin' finger-lickin' dirty-ass shitty-ass massage
I need a aiiight endin n' a freshly smoked up beginning
and a freshly smoked up fitted n' some thang opportunitizzles thats lucrative

This tha real ghetto, homie, school finished
they done stole yo' dreams, you dunno whoz ass done did it
I treat tha chedda tha way tha posse treats AIDS
I won't be satisfied til all mah nizzlez git it, git it?

>>72898909
Could pass for the original lyrics desu

File: richard_.png (147KB, 229x228px) Image search: [Google]

147KB, 229x228px

I wish tha milkman would serve up mah milk, up in tha morning
I wish tha milkman would serve up mah milk, when I be yawning
I wanna some gin n juice from tha milkmanz hoez tizzles

File: fuck your emotional bullshit.jpg (807KB, 900x900px) Image search: [Google]

807KB, 900x900px

I've been wastin dis fuckin year on
Da scam of gettin up n' movin on
But I wait around, just emptyin bottles
In tha basement of tha slovak centa on mah side of town

It aint nuthin but a major fuckin bummer

Because I feel not a god damn thang like mah father
Dat punk been chillin underground
Don't wait around. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Therez not a god damn thang there at all
Therez not a god damn thang but tha end

Yo ass aint awake
(Tell me, tell me tha thangs dat I be bout ta never have)
So I be bout ta just stay home
(I be poppin' off ta you)
Yo ass aint awake
(Tell me, tell me tha thangs dat I be bout ta never have)

I feel not a god damn thang like mah father
Dat punk been chillin underground

File: IMG_0199.jpg (41KB, 613x458px) Image search: [Google]

41KB, 613x458px

Take a peep these hands
Take a peep these hands
Da hand speaks
Da hand of a posse man
Well I be a tumbler
Born under punches
I be soopa-doopa thin

All I want is ta breathe
(I be too thin)
Won't you breathe wit me son?
Find a lil space
So we move in-between (in-between dat shiznit son!)
And keep one step ahead of yo ass

Don't you miss it, don't you miss it
Some 'a you playas just bout missed it
Last time ta make plans
Well I be a tumbler
I be a posse man

Never peeped anythang like dat before
Fallin bodies tumble 'cross tha floor
(But I be a tumbler)
When you git ta where you wanna be
(Nuff props, nahmean biiiatch, biatch? Nuff props, nahmean biiiatch?)
When you git ta where you wanna be
(Don't even mention dat shiznit son!)

Dat shiznit was late up in July up in tha midst of his cold-ass teens
Dude staggered onto tha sand ridin' solo as no muthafucka else could be seen
Sat ta ponder when a nightmare intervened
Unsettlin shrill of a midnight scream

It aint nuthin but too hard ta strutt away when terror aint too far
When da thug went ta investigate, tha blood was boiling

Under tha boardz was a gangbangin' figure obstructed from view
20/20 aint a god damn thang at quarta ta two
Dude stumbled over ta confirm dat dis was true
And couldn't stop his screaming

It aint nuthin but too hard ta strutt away when terror aint too far
When da thug went ta investigate, tha blood was boiling
And whoz ass could eva leave her like this?
Dude took her hand inside of his
A flatline, no sign insistin wrist
How tha fuck much worse could tha ghetto dat our slick asses live up in be?

Lyin on tha down-low n' still, complexion at peace wit dismay
By tha moonlight bay tha boardwalk body lay
Lyin on tha down-low n' still, complexion at peace wit dismay
By tha moonlight bay tha boardwalk body lay

Da next mornin they all whispered bout Jane Doe
Of all importizzle was just bein tha straight-up original gangsta ta know
Any evidence was taken up by tha tide
It aint nuthin but just a nihilist dat wreaks his craft wit pride

It aint nuthin but too hard ta strutt away when terror aint too far
When da thug went ta investigate, tha blood was boiling

Lyin on tha down-low n' still, complexion at peace wit dismay
By tha moonlight bay tha boardwalk body lay
Lyin on tha down-low n' still, complexion at peace wit dismay
By tha moonlight bay tha boardwalk body lay

Uncle Vernon
Uncle Vernon
Independent as a
Hog on ice
Dat punk a funky-ass big-ass blasted down there
At tha slaughterhouse
Dude skits accordion
For Mista Muthafuckin Weiss

Uncle Biltmore and
Uncle William
Made a
Mazillion during
Ghetto Battle Pt II
But they tightwads
And they're
Skanky skates
And they'll never
Give a gangbangin' finger-lickin' dime ta you

Auntie Mame
Has gone
Insane
Bitch be reppin
Da doorway of a oldschool hotel
And the
Radioz playin opera and
All she eva says
Is git all up in Hell

Uncle Violet
Flew as a pilot
Dude holla'd there
Ain't no pretty
Girls up in France
Now he runs a
Tidy lil
Bookie joint they say
Dude never
Keeps it up in his thugged-out lil' pants

Uncle Bizzle
Will never leave a will
And tha tumour be as
Big as a egg
Dude has a mistress
Dat hoe Puerto Rican
And I heard dat freaky freaky biatch has
A wooden leg

Uncle Phil
Can't live without his thugged-out lil' pizzles
Dude has emphysema and
Dat punk almost blind
And we must smoke up
Where tha scrilla is
Git it now
Before he loses his crazy-ass mind

Uncle Vernon
Uncle Vernon
Independent as a
Hog on ice
Dat punk a funky-ass big-ass blasted down there
At tha slaughterhouse
Dude skits accordion
For Mista Muthafuckin Weiss

In tha mornin sun, I couldn't rap
I couldn't rap all kindsa muthafuckin thangs
Bout how tha fuck much I straight-up ludd you
Bout how tha fuck much you straight-up mean
So far away but itz so easy as fuck ta peep you
When I be away I wanna put mah arms round you
And I wanna know, do you feel tha same way?
'Cause if you do I wanna stay forever
And I wanna know, do you feel tha same way?
'Cause if you do I wanna stay forever
With you

So nuff flavas dat surround you
Some so bright I can hardly see
A light reflects on all tha thangs dat make you real
Things dat make you truly free

So far away but itz so easy as fuck ta peep you
When I be away I wanna put mah arms round you
And I wanna know, do you feel tha same way?
'Cause if you do I wanna stay forever
And I wanna know, do you feel tha same way?
'Cause if you do I wanna stay forever
With you

This is Jordan, our phat asses do what tha fuck our slick asses like
This is Jordan, our phat asses do what tha fuck our slick asses like
Stay wit me, mah five year old
Stay wit me, play hide n' seek
Stay wit me, mah five year old
This is Jordan, our phat asses do what tha fuck our slick asses like
And dis will stay wit you until you die
And dis will stay wit you until you die
And I'ma stay wit you until you die
And dis is Jordan, our phat asses do what tha fuck our slick asses like
And dis will stay wit you until you die
And dis will stay wit you until you die
This will stay wit you until you die
And I'ma stay wit you until you die
Suck daddy, suck daddy, suck daddy, etc

>>72894443
Two headed boy
All floatin up in glass
Da sun it has passed
Now itz blacker than black
I can hear as you tap on yo' jar
I be listenin ta hear where yo ass is
I be listenin ta hear where yo ass is

File: bill-bennett.jpg (31KB, 450x669px) Image search: [Google]

31KB, 450x669px

Yo ass boy!
Whatz it like ta wet yo' foot up in a cold-ass lil cold swimmin pool?
What do yo' voice sound like underwater?
At night?
Yo ass betta do tha chickenskin swim?
Yo ass betta do tha chlorine gargoyle?
Yo ass betta wriggle like a eel?

Yo ass be another shut-in freak
Livin off tha burn of boyz own razzled body
Another cup of instant coffee
Another plastic spoon
Another table routine
I don't give a fuck why boyz proud as a muthafucka of a nicotine hack
Whatz so fuckin smart-ass bout that?
Yo ass lil playaaaaaa
Another tube
Another tube of shitpaste
Squeezed out
Squeeze up dat brown hairgel squirt
Yo crazy-ass fave long tube
Recarvin pimp hollow
Into tha splash
And I straight-up don't give a fuck
No idea
I have no fuckin scam why boy'd be proud
Of another case of flu
Face tha feast of powder
Face tha feast of powder
Face tha feast of powder
Cos I know you gonna scream n' tell tha whole fuckin ghetto

I don't give a fuck why you'd be proud
Of yo' 33 hours' lack of need
Yo ass be another shut-in freak
Livin off tha burn of boyz own razzled body
Another cup of instant coffee
Another plastic spoon
Another table routine
I don't give a fuck why boyz proud as a muthafucka of a nicotine hack
Whatz so fuckin smart-ass bout that?
Yo ass lil playaaaaaa
Yo ass lil playaaaaaa!
Come on boy
Yo ass is home
Yo chickenskin
Yo ass is home
Wriggle like a gangbangin' fuckin eel!
Wriggle!

Wriggle like a gangbangin' fuckin eel!
Wriggle, C'mon wriggle, all of you, wriggle, c'mon pimp wriggle!

I went down among tha dust n' pollen
To tha oldschool stone fountain up in tha mornin afta dawn
Underneath was all these pennies
Fallen from tha handz of children
They was there n' then was gone
And I wonder what tha fuck became of them
What became of them
Sunlight over me no matta what tha fuck I do
Applez up in tha Summer all cold n' dope
Everydizzle a passin complete


I aint one ta eva pray fo' mercy
Or ta wish on pennies up in tha fountain or tha shrine
But dat dizzle you know I left mah scrilla
And I thought of y'all only
All dat copper glowin fine
And I wonder what tha fuck became of you
What became of you
Sunlight over me no matta what tha fuck I do
Applez up in tha summer all cold n' dope
Everydizzle a passin complete
Applez up in tha summer all cold n' dope
Everydizzle a passin complete


In tha mornin wakin up ta shitty sunlight
All diffuse like skin abuse tha sun is half its size
When you rap you hardly even look up in mah eyes
In tha morning, up in tha morning
In tha doorway holdin every last muthafuckin letta dat I wrote
In tha driveway pullin away puttin on yo' coat
In tha ocean washin off mah name from yo' throat
In tha morning, up in tha morning
In tha ocean washin off mah name from yo' throat
In tha morning, up in tha morning


Chronic applez hang from mah tree
They belong only ta me
Chronic applez hang from mah chronic apple tree
They belong only to, only ta me
And if I just stay awhile here starin all up in tha sea
And tha waves break eva closer, eva near ta me
I'ma lay down up in tha sand n' let tha ocean lead
Carry me ta Innisfree like pollen on tha breeze

>>72893113
>>72893044
I tried
http://vocaroo.com/i/s1Kd1JnqCSbO

File: 1481912185795.gif (2MB, 400x303px) Image search: [Google]

2MB, 400x303px

>>72896982
>Just gonna gotta be a gangbangin' finger-lickin' different man

See, playas they don't understand
Fuck dat shit, hoes, they can't understand
Yo crazy-ass grandsons, they won't understand
On top of this, I ain't eva gonna understand...

"The Gift" is hilarious if you do this

>Da scam came ta his ass on tha Thursdizzle before tha Mummers' Parade was scheduled to step tha fuck up yo. He'd just finished mowin n' etchin tha Edelsons lawn fo' a thugged-out dollar fifty n' had checked tha mailbox ta peep if there was at least a word from Marsha. There was not a god damn thang but a cold-ass lil circular from tha Amalgamated Aluminum Company of Tha Ghetto inquirin tha fuck into his thugged-out awin needz fo' realz. At least they cared enough ta write. Dat shiznit was a New York company. Yo ass could go anywhere up in tha mails. Then it struck him yo. Dude didn't have enough scrilla ta git all up in Wisconsin up in tha accepted fashion, true yo, but why not mail his dirty ass, biatch? Dat shiznit was absurdly simple yo. Dude would shizzle his dirty ass parcel post, special delivery.

>Da next dizzle Waldo went ta tha supermarket to purchase tha necessary shiznit yo. Dude looted maskin tape, a staple glock n' a medium sized cardboard box just right fo' a thug of his build. Dude judged that with a minimum of jostlin his schmoooove ass could ride like comfortably fo' realz. A few airholes, some water, like some midnight snacks, n' it would probably be as phat as goin tourist. By Fridizzle afternoon, Waldo was set yo. Dude was thoroughly packed n' tha post office had agreed ta pick his ass up at three o'clock yo. He'd marked tha package "Fragile", n' as da perved-out muthafucka sat curled up inside, restin on tha foam rubber
cushionin he'd thoughtfully included, tha pimpin' muthafucka tried ta picture tha look of awe and
happinizz on Marshaz grill as she opened her door, saw tha package, tipped the
deliverer, n' then opened it ta peep her Waldo finally there up in person. She would lick him, n' then maybe they could peep a porno. If he'd only thought of this before. Suddenly rough handz gripped his thugged-out lil' package n' he felt his dirty ass borne up. Dude landed wit a thud up in a truck n' was off.

File: 1485483235604.jpg (70KB, 548x548px) Image search: [Google]

70KB, 548x548px

>>72896742

One, two, one, two, one, two, three
Dum diddy-dum, here I come biaaatch! Who tha fuck do we want, biatch? Us thugs want HRC!

Bitch don't bake cookies, don't play much golf
And tha whole ghetto is watchin her persistent cough
Pass tha wicked witch a glass of water
Careful not ta spill it, you might melt Da Donald

Dat hoe already done tha math
And she locked n loaded wit a plan
And she always gots ta work
Twice as hard as every last muthafuckin man
Bye bye, bye bye, bye bye, bye bye, bye bye
Trump has gots ta go!

I be wit her
To tha top
Dat hoe wit us
Us thugs won't stop


I want a problem solver, a legit rock climber
Pantsuit-bustin herstorical first-timer
I want a listener, a negotiator
A legal scholar, supreme court nominator

Trump be thinkin Putin be a "very phat leader"
Just like him, a gangbangin' fascist bottom feeder
Buildin a wall is his wild lil' freakadelic top billin vision
Bigotry flavas his wild lil' fuckin every last muthafuckin decision

Dat hoe already done tha math
And she locked n loaded wit a plan
And she always gots ta work
Twice as hard as every last muthafuckin man
Bye bye, bye bye, bye bye, bye bye, bye bye
Trump has gots ta go!

I be wit her
To tha top
Dat hoe wit us
Us thugs won't stop

I be wit her
To tha top
Dat hoe wit us
Us thugs won't stop

[Background vocals:]
Abortion is healthcare, itz a human right
Policy homework 'til tha mornin light
NRA standz fo' cappin' n' hate
Gun laws now! We can't wait!

I want a problem solver, a legit rock climber
Pantsuit-bustin herstorical first-timer
I want a listener, a negotiator
A legal scholar, supreme court nominator

One, two, one, two, one, two, three
I don't want a racist up in tha Presidentz seat
One, two, one, two, one, two, three
I don't want a sexist, itz 2016!
One, two, one, two, one, two, three
Dum diddy-dum, here I come biaaatch! Who tha fuck do we want, biatch? Us thugs want HRC!

>>72902214
>a staple glock
Amazing

In tha place
Where no one knows
Where they was before
Or what tha fuck they bustin where
They is now
I'ma be there
With mah eyes wide open
I'ma be there
(I'ma be there)
I'ma be ready
To receive
Da freshly smoked up mind
Now I be a man
Now I be a man
But I aint a god damn thang now
And Dogg is mine
Yeah Dogg is mine
Yeah mah sin is me
And Dogg is mine
Now I be ready
Now I be ready
To receive
Da freshly smoked up mind
Now playas git ready
Muthafuckas git ready
Da sex up in yo' ass will damn you ta hell
Da sex up in yo' ass will damn you ta hell
Damn you ta hell
Damn you ta hell
I'ma be there
I'ma be there
When his schmoooove ass calls mah number I'ma be there
Let tha light come in
Damn you ta hell
Let tha light come in
Damn you ta hell
Now save yo' soul
Damn you ta hell
Now save yo' soul
Damn you ta hell
Save yo' soul
Save yo' soul
Save yo' soul
Save yo' soul

File: tmp_9232-20170521_071356-1097902417.jpg (206KB, 1024x1024px) Image search: [Google]

206KB, 1024x1024px

Sundown dazzlin day
Gold all up in mah eyes
But mah eyes turned within only see
Starless n' bizzy black

Oldskool playa charity
Wack twisted smile
And tha smile signals emptinizz fo' me
Starless n' bizzy black

Ice blue silver sky
Fades tha fuck into grey
To a grey hope dat all yearns ta be
Starless n' bizzy black

Some Muthafucka holla'd you gots a freshly smoked up playa
Do she ludd you betta than I can?
Therez a funky-ass big-ass black sky over mah town
I know where you at, I bet she around

Yeah, I know itz stupid
I just gotta peep it fo' mah dirty ass

I be up in tha corner, watchin you lick her, ohh
I be right over here, why can't you peep me, ohh
I be givin it mah all yo, but I aint tha muthafucka you takin home, ooo
I keep ridin' dirty on mah own
I keep ridin' dirty on mah own

I be just gonna dizzle all night
I be all messed up, I be soopa-doopa outta line
Stilettos n' fucked up bottles
I be spinnin round up in circles

I be up in tha corner, watchin you lick her, ohh
I be right over here, why can't you peep me, ohh
I be givin it mah all yo, but I aint tha muthafucka you takin home, ooo
I keep ridin' dirty on mah own
I keep ridin' dirty on mah own

So far away but still so near
Da lights go on, tha noize dies
But you don't peep me standin here
I just came ta say peace out

I be up in tha corner, watchin you lick her, ohh
I be givin it mah all yo, but I aint tha muthafucka you takin home, ooo
I keep ridin' dirty on mah own
I keep ridin' dirty on mah own

I be up in tha corner, watchin you lick her, ohh
I be right over here, why can't you peep me, ohh
I be givin it mah all yo, but I aint tha muthafucka you takin home, ooo
I keep ridin' dirty on mah own
I keep ridin' dirty on mah own

I keep ridin' dirty on mah own

>>72902842
Fuck me, the tranzizzled version didn't copy and the post won't delete. Meant to write:

Tearz of joy all up in tha birth of a funky-ass brother
Never ridin' solo from dat time
Sixteen Years all up in knife fights n' danger
Strangely why his wild lil' freakadelic game not mine

Westside side skyline crying
Fallen angel dying
Risk a game ta cook up a gangbangin' finger-lickin' dime

Lifetimes dropped on tha streetz of a cold-ass lil hood
Make our asses tha playas we are
Switchblade stings up in one tenth of a moment
Betta git back ta tha car

Snow white side streetz of cold New York City
Stained wit his blood all dat shiznit went wrong
Sick n' chillaxed blue wicked n' wild
Dogg only knows fo' how tha fuck long

Fallen angel
Fallen angel
Westside side skyline
Cryin fo' a angel dying
Life expirin up in tha hood
Fallen angel...

Nigga why you babysittin' only 2 or 3 shots?
I be a gangbangin' finger-lickin' dirty-ass show you how tha fuck ta turn it up a notch
First you git a swimmin pool full of liquor, then you dive up in it
Pool full of liquor, then you dive up in it
I wave all dem bottles, then I peep em all flock
All tha hoes wanna play Bizzlewatch
I gots a swimmin pool full of liquor n' they dive up in it
Pool full of liquor I be a gangbangin' finger-lickin' dive up in it

be missin yo' bed
I never chill
Avoidin tha spots where we'd gotta speak,
And dis forty of beast is takin me home

I be cuddlin close ta blankets n' sheets
But you not alone, n' you not discreet
Make shizzle I know whoz takin you home.

I be readin yo' note over again,
Therez not a word dat I comprehend,
Except when you signed it
"I'ma ludd you always n' alllll muthafuckin day."

As fo' now I'ma hear tha saddest joints
And sit ridin' solo n' wonder
How tha fuck you makin out
But as fo' me, I wish dat I was anywhere wit mah playas
Makin out.

I be missin yo' laugh
How tha fuck done did it break?
And when did yo' eyes begin ta look fake?
I hope you as aiiight as you pretending.

I be cuddlin close ta blankets n' sheets
I be alone
In mah defeat I wish I knew you was safely at home

I be missin yo' bed
I never chill
Avoidin tha spots where we'd have speak,
And dis forty of beast is takin me home.

Well, as fo' now I'ma hear tha saddest joints
And sit ridin' solo n' wonder
How tha fuck you makin out.
But as fo' me, I wish dat I was anywhere wit mah playas
Makin out.

[X4]
Yo crazy-ass hair, itz all over dis biiiatch.
Screamin infidelities
And takin its wear.

Dum diddy-dum, here I come biaaatch! Who tha fuck started doin thangs up in a doggy den full of pain
Dum diddy-dum, here I come biaaatch! Who tha fuck was trained not ta spit up in tha fan
Dum diddy-dum, here I come biaaatch! Who tha fuck was holla'd at what tha fuck ta do by tha man
Dum diddy-dum, here I come biaaatch! Who tha fuck was fucked up by trained personnel
Dum diddy-dum, here I come biaaatch! Who tha fuck was fitted wit collar n' chain
Dum diddy-dum, here I come biaaatch! Who tha fuck was given a pat on tha back
Dum diddy-dum, here I come biaaatch! Who tha fuck was breakin away from tha pack
Dum diddy-dum, here I come biaaatch! Who tha fuck was only a stranger at home
Dum diddy-dum, here I come biaaatch! Who tha fuck was ground down up in tha end
Dum diddy-dum, here I come biaaatch! Who tha fuck was found chillin wit tha fishes on tha phone
Dum diddy-dum, here I come biaaatch! Who tha fuck was dragged down by tha stone
Dum diddy-dum, here I come biaaatch! Who tha fuck was dragged down by tha stone

II woke, cold n' alone
Adrift up in a open sea
Caught up in regrets
And tangled up in nets
Instead of yo' arms wrapped round me
And I wept yo, but mah tears is anathema here
Just mo' wata ta fill mah lungs
I hear one of mah thugs scream
"Dogg what tha fuck is it our crazy asses have done?"

I be drownin up in a gangbangin' finger-lickin' digital sea
I be slippin beneath tha sound
Here mah voice goes ta ones n' zeros
I be slippin beneath tha sound

A cold lil' woo wop from somewhere below
Deadly n' slow begins
Both sickly n' dope
Now pickin up speed
Usherin up in tha ghettoz end
And tha pimp of Descartes screams again n' again n' again up in tha dark
"Oh how tha fuck could I done been so wrong?"
But above tha screams tha sirens rap they song

I be drownin up in a gangbangin' finger-lickin' digital sea
I be slippin beneath tha sound
Here mah voices goes ta ones n' zeros
I be slippin beneath tha sound

Here mah voice goes ta ones n' zeros

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y983TDjoglQ

I open mah eyes
I try ta peep but I be blinded by tha white light
I can't remember how
I can't remember why
I be lyin here tonight

And I can't stand tha pain
And I can't make it go away
Fuck dat shit, I can't stand tha pain

How tha fuck could dis happen ta me son?
I made mah mistakes
Got nowhere ta run
Da night goes on
As I be fadin away
I be sick of dis game
I just wanna scream
How tha fuck could dis happen ta me son?

All Y'allz screaming
I try ta cook up a sound but no one hears me
I be slippin off tha edge
I be hangin by a thread
I wanna start dis over again

So I try ta hold onto a time when not a god damn thang mattered
And I can't explain what tha fuck happened
And I can't erase tha thangs dat I've done
Fuck dat shit, I can't

How tha fuck could dis happen ta me son?
I made mah mistakes
Got nowhere ta run
Da night goes on
As I be fadin away
I be sick of dis game
I just wanna scream
How tha fuck could dis happen ta me son?

I made mah mistakes
Got nowhere ta run
Da night goes on
As I be fadin away
I be sick of dis game
I just wanna scream
How tha fuck could dis happen ta me son, biatch?

File: whitehouse.jpg (72KB, 800x533px) Image search: [Google]

72KB, 800x533px

i straight-up loathe vulgarity, so common
your disgraceful cellulitis
yo dirty ass is gonna never be tha same again
fuckin stereotype
you take just like a playaaaaaa
cunt fucks just like a playaaaaaa
you ache just like a playaaaaaa
you break just like a playaaaaaa
dig tha sound of bein kickin it

you be lookin like a gangbangin' fuckin bat, you oldschool supa-ho
i straight-up loathe vulgarity, so common
your disgraceful cellulitis
yo dirty ass is gonna never be tha same again
cunt
fuckin stereotype
fuckin stereotype
you take just like a playaaaaaa
cunt fucks just like a playaaaaaa
you ache just like a playaaaaaa
cunt fucks just like a playaaaaaa
you fuckin stereotype
dig tha sound of bein kickin it, playaaaaaa
peep yo ass, playaaaaaa
wrap up
pull yo ass together
yo ass be a gangbangin' fuckin mess
say it
yo ass be a gangbangin' fuckin mess
yo ass be a gangbangin' fuckin disgrace
cunt
you take just like a playaaaaaa
cunt fucks just like a playaaaaaa
you ache just like a playaaaaaa

wrap up
pull yo ass together
yo ass be a gangbangin' fuckin mess
yo ass be a gangbangin' fuckin mess
yo ass be a gangbangin' fuckin disgrace
wrap up
pull yo ass together
yo ass be a gangbangin' fuckin mess
yo ass be a gangbangin' fuckin disgrace
yo ass be a gangbangin' fuckin disgrace
yo ass be a gangbangin' fuckin disgrace
yo ass be a gangbangin' fuckin disgrace
cunt
and you sayin not a god damn thang happened?
you take just like a playaaaaaa
cunt fucks just like a playaaaaaa
you ache just like a playaaaaaa
you break just like a playaaaaaa
a playaaaaaa like you
you fuckin stereotype
dig tha sound of bein kickin it
[...]
you take just like a playaaaaaa
cunt fucks just like a playaaaaaa
you ache just like a playaaaaaa
you break just like a playaaaaaa
a playaaaaaa like you
you fuckin stereotype
dig tha sound of bein kickin it
peep yo ass, playaaaaaa

these all look like freddie gibbs lyrics

Wise pimps say only fools rush in
But I can't help fallin up in ludd wit you
Shall I stay, biatch? Would it be a sin?
If I can't help fallin up in ludd wit you

Like a river flows shorely ta tha sea
Darlin so it goes some thangs is meant ta be
Take mah hand, take mah whole game too
For I can't help fallin up in ludd wit you

File: bddd20902232f3ff0f1d691d90affcc9.1000x1000x1.jpg (16KB, 1000x1000px) Image search: [Google]

16KB, 1000x1000px

My fuckin back is breaking
My fuckin belt’s too tight
My fuckin hips is bobbin from left ta right
Say uh uh-gower Forrest gots tha power!

I wanna peep yo' pom poms from tha stands
Come on, come on

My fuckin fingertips n' mah lips
They burn from tha blunts
Forrest Gump you run mah mind, boy
Hustlin on mah mind boy
Forrest Gump

I know you Forrest
I know you wouldn't hurt a funky-ass beetle
But you so buff n' so strong
I be straight-up trippin Forrest
Forrest Gump

My fuckin fingertips n' mah lips
They burn from tha blunts
Forrest Gump you run mah mind, boy
Hustlin on mah mind boy
Forrest Gump

I saw yo' game, Forrest
I was beatboxin run forty-four
But you kept hustlin past tha end unit
Oh where'd you go Forrest
Forrest Gump

My fuckin fingertips n' mah lips
They burn from tha blunts
Forrest Gump you run mah mind, boy
Hustlin on mah mind boy
Forrest Gump

Forrest green
Forrest blues
I be rememberin you
If dis is love
I know itz true
I won't forget you
(You, you, Oh you you)
It aint nuthin but fo' you Forrest
(You, you, Oh you, you)
It aint nuthin but fo' you Forrest
Forrest Gump

the carz on fire n' there be a no driver all up in tha wheel
and tha sewers is all muddied wit a thousand lonely suicides
and a thugged-out dark wind blows

the posse is corrupt
and we on all kindsa muthafuckin sticky-icky-ickys
with tha radio on n' tha curtains drawn

we're trapped up in tha belly of dis wack machine
and tha machine is bleedin ta dirtnap

the sun has fallen down
and tha billboardz is all leering
and tha flags is all dead all up in tha top of they poles

it went like this:

the buildings tumbled up in on theyselves
mothers clutchin babies picked all up in tha rubble
and pulled up they hair

the skyline was dope on fire
all twisted metal stretchin upwards
everythang washed up in a thin orange haze

i holla'd: "kiss me, you dope -
these is truly tha last days"

you grabbed mah hand n' we fell tha fuck into it
like a thugged-out daydream or a gangbangin' fever

we raised up one mornin n' fell tha fuck a lil further down -
for shizzle itz tha valley of dirtnap

i open up mah wallet
and itz full of blood

>>72901547
Shit Hop
http://vocaroo.com/i/s1P0qyvg4CGH
>>72904215
Jazzy Instrumental Style
http://vocaroo.com/i/s13iJh9lZ0u5
>>72894368
>THE FACT
http://vocaroo.com/i/s0eIUi4xrzXH
>>72895016
Dramatic Spoken Word/Hop

http://vocaroo.com/i/s1spQOoTMAY9

>>72896982
I used changes by tupac for the music and did the "chorus" like I've got a stutter.
http://vocaroo.com/i/s0BPsUfyeB8A

Hopefully at least one is entertaining as I know none are any good musically lol.

I've just peeped a gangbangin' face
I can't forget tha time or place
Where our laid-back asses just met
Dat hoe just tha hoe fo' me
And I want all tha ghetto ta see
We've met, mmm-mmm-mmm-m'mmm-mmm

Had it been another day
I might have looked tha other way
And I'd have never been aware
But as it is I be bout ta trip of her
Tonight, di-di-di-di'n'di

Falling, yeaaaa I be falling
And she keeps calling
Me back again

I aint NEVER known
Da like of this, I've been alone
And I have missed thangs
And kept outta sight
But other hoes was never quite
Like this, da-da-n'da-da'n'da

Falling, yeaaaa I be falling
And she keeps calling
Me back again

Falling, yeaaaa I be falling
And she keeps calling
Me back again

I've just peeped a gangbangin' face
I can't forget tha time or place
Where our laid-back asses just met
Dat hoe just tha hoe fo' me
And I want all tha ghetto ta see
We've met, mmm-mmm-mmm-da-da-da

Falling, yeaaaa I be falling
And she keeps calling
Me back again
Falling, yeaaaa I be falling
And she keeps calling
Me back again
Oh, falling, yeaaaa I be falling
And she keeps calling
Me back again n' again n' again

Don't waste yo' lyrics I don't need anythang from you,
I couldn't give a fuckin shiznit where you've been or what tha fuck you plan ta do.

I be tha resurrection n' I be tha game,
I couldn't eva brang mah dirty ass ta don't give a fuck bout you as I'd like.

Kinda like a cold-ass lil cloud I was up way up in tha sky
And I was feelin some vibe you wouldn't believe
Sometimes I don't believe dem mah dirty ass
And I decided I was never comin down
Just then a tiny lil dot caught mah eye
Dat shiznit was just bout too lil' small-ass ta see
But I peeped it way too long
That dot was pullin me down

I was up above it
I was up above it
I was up above it
I was up above it
Now I be down up in it
Shut up

So what tha fuck what do it matta now
I was swimmin up in tha don't give a fuck bout now I crawl on tha ground
And every last muthafuckin thang I never was horny bout bout you
Is kind of seepin tha fuck into me
I try ta laugh bout it now but aint it funky how tha fuck every last muthafuckin thang works out
I guess tha jokes on me, her big-ass booty holla'd

I was up above it
I was up above it
I was up above it

I was up above it
I used ta be all kindsa big-ass n' strong
I used ta know mah right from wrong
I used ta never be afraid
I used ta be some muthafucka
I used ta have suttin' inside
Now just dis hole itz open wide
Used ta want it all
I used ta be some muthafucka
I be bout ta cross mah ass n' hope ta die
But tha needlez already up in mah eye
And all tha ghettoz weight is on mah back n' I don't even know why.
And what tha fuck I used ta be thinkin was me is just a gangbangin' fadin memory
I looked his ass right up in tha eye n' holla'd peace out

I was up above it
I was up above it
I was up above it
I was up above it
Now I be down up in it
I was up above it
I was up above it
Now I be down up in it
Rain drizzle go away
Come again n' again n' again some other day
Rain drizzle go away
Come again n' again n' again some other day
Rain drizzle go away
Come again n' again n' again some other day
Rain drizzle go away
Come again n' again n' again some other day
I was up above it
I was up above it
I was up above it
I was up above it
Now I be down up in it

File: 1495344422361.jpg (178KB, 964x652px) Image search: [Google]

178KB, 964x652px

oh boy this one was really good

What a funky-ass dope face
I have found up in dis place
That is circlin all round tha sun
What a funky-ass dope dream
That could flash on tha screen
In a funky-ass blink of a eye n' be gone from me
Soft n' dope
Let me hold it close n' keep it here wit me

And one dizzle we will die
And our ashes will fly from tha aeroplane over tha sea
But fo' now we is young
Let our asses lay up in tha sun
And count every last muthafuckin dope thang we can see
Ludd ta be
In tha armz of all I be keepin here wit me

What a cold-ass lil curious game
Our thugged-out asses have found here tonight
There is noize dat soundz from tha street
There is lights up in tha clouds
Annaz pimp all around
Hear her voice as itz rollin n' ringin all up in me
Soft n' dope
How tha fuck tha notes all bend n' reach above tha trees

Oh how tha fuck I remember you
How tha fuck I would push mah fingers through
Yo crazy-ass grill ta make dem musclez move
That made yo' voice so smooth n' dope
But now we keep where our phat asses don't give a fuck
All secrets chill up in winta clothes
With one you loved so long ago
Now da ruffneck don't even know his name

What a funky-ass dope face
I have found up in dis place
That is circlin all round tha sun
And when we hook up on a cold-ass lil cloud
I be bout ta be bustin up loud
I be bout ta be bustin up wit mah playas I see
Can't believe how tha fuck strange it is ta be anythang at all

Ought ta know what tha fuck a liar I am, ought ta know me by now
Don't curse me fo' mah nature, don't bless me fo' mah wrongs

Just a gangbangin' finger-lickin' dirty-ass shitty-ass penny, I always come back ta you
Just a gangbangin' finger-lickin' dirty-ass shitty-ass penny
Just a gangbangin' finger-lickin' dirty-ass shitty-ass penny, I always come back ta you

Should have known you couldn't trust me far as you can throw me, throw me
Couldn't throw me too far
Just a gangbangin' finger-lickin' dirty-ass shitty-ass penny, couldn't throw me too far

I be thinkin I fucked yo' hoe once... maybe twice, I don't remember
Then I fucked all yo' playas' hoes -- now they don't give a fuck bout you

Just a gangbangin' finger-lickin' dirty-ass shitty-ass penny, just a gangbangin' finger-lickin' dirty-ass shitty-ass penny
Just a gangbangin' finger-lickin' dirty-ass shitty-ass penny, just a gangbangin' finger-lickin' dirty-ass shitty-ass penny
Such a gangbangin' finger-lickin' dirty-ass shitty-ass penny, such a gangbangin' finger-lickin' dirty-ass shitty-ass penny
Bad, shitty penny, bad, shitty penny

Ought ta know what tha fuck a liar I am, ought ta know me by now
Such a gangbangin' finger-lickin' dirty-ass shitty-ass penny
Ooh bad, shitty penny, bad, shitty penny

Ought ta know what tha fuck a liar I am, ought ta know me by now
Ought ta have known you couldn't trust me as far as you can throw me, throw me
Such a gangbangin' finger-lickin' dirty-ass shitty-ass penny, such a gangbangin' finger-lickin' dirty-ass shitty-ass penny
Such a gangbangin' finger-lickin' dirty-ass shitty-ass penny, such a gangbangin' finger-lickin' dirty-ass shitty-ass penny
Slap mah hand

:(

K, herez yo' ride
Git yo' petals up n' lay dem up in tha aisle
Pretend yo ass is Dogg n' grow, n' it’s yo' dizzle ta wed
We found yo' dude, da ruffneck drankin up, he all-american
And he'll drive
Dat punk volunteered wit grace ta end yo' game
Dude bout ta tidy up
It aint nuthin but fucked up ta hold yo, but leave yo' shell ta us
Yo ass explode
Yo ass firefly, you tiny boat wit oars
Feather oars. Da ghetto tilts back n' pours n' pours
And so, you satellite
Yo ass be a tidal wave, you a funky-ass big-ass surprise
And I've one mo' night ta be yo' mother

Da signal interrupted
My fuckin babyz frequency not phat enough
Remain up in mah handz n' smile
Us thugs will miss you but up in time you gonna git set up
And we will write

A beauty supreme, yeah you was right bout me
Can I git mah dirty ass up from underneath dis guilt dat will crush me
And up in tha choir I saw a fucked up messiah
Dude was bugged out n' pissed wit mah laments
Said I took a dirt nap fo' you one time but never again

(Never again)
Well I gots a straight-up boner fo' you like it aint no thang yo, but do me a gangbangin' favor baby, don't reply
Because I can dish it up yo, but I can't take it

Summer don't give a fuck me no more
Eager dude, thatz all

Summer don't give a fuck me
Dude just let me ludd up in mah dirty ass
'Cause I do know, Lord,
From you that
Just died, yeah

I saw dat day,
Lost mah mind
Lord, I be fine
Maybe up in time
You'll wanna be mine

Don't stop tha buck when it comes
It aint nuthin but tha dawn, you gonna see

Money won't git there
Ten muthafuckin years passed tonight
You'll flee

If you do that,
I be bout ta be one of mah thugs
To find you

I saw dat day,
Lost mah mind
Lord, I be fine
Maybe up in time
You'll wanna be mine

I saw dat day,
Lost mah mind
Lord, I be fine
Maybe up in time
You'll wanna be mine
Maybe up in time
You'll wanna be mine
Maybe up in time
You'll wanna be mine

I be comin outta mah cage n' I've been bustin just fine
Gotta, gotta be down cuz I want it all
It started up wit a kiss, how tha fuck done did it end up like this?
Dat shiznit was only a kiss, dat shiznit was only a kiss
Now I be fallin asleep n' dat thugged-out biiiatch callin a cold-ass lil cab
While dat schmoooove muthafucka havin a smoke n' dat dunkadelic hoe takin a thugged-out drag
Now they goin ta bed n' mah stomach is sick
And itz all up in mah head yo, but dat dunkadelic hoe touchin his
Chest now, tha pimpin' muthafucka takes off her dress now
Let me go
I just can't look, itz cappin' me
And takin control
Jealousy, turnin saints tha fuck into tha sea
Swimmin all up in sick lullabies, chokin on yo' alibis
But itz just tha price I pay, destiny is callin me
Open up mah eager eyes, 'cause I be Mista Muthafuckin Brightside

>>72892927
>2015 not using Claroread

"Da Partisan"

When they poured across tha border
I was cautioned ta surrender,
this I could not do;
I took mah glock n' vanished.
I have chizzled mah name so often,
I've lost mah hoe n' children
but I have nuff playas,
and a shitload of dem is wit mah dirty ass.

An oldschool biatch gave our asses shelter,
kept our asses hidden up in tha garret,
then tha soldiers came;
she took a dirt nap without a whisper.

There was three of our asses dis morning
I be tha only one dis evening
but I must go on;
the frontiers is mah prison.

Oh, tha wind, tha wind is blowing,
all up in tha graves tha wind is blowing,
freedom soon will come;
then we'll come from tha shadows.

Les Allemandz etaient chez moi (Da Germans was at mah home)
ils m'ont dit "Resigne-toi" (They holla'd, "Surrender,")
mais je n'ai pas pu (this I could not do)
j'ai repris mon arme (I took mah weapon again)

J'ai change cent fois de nom (I have chizzled names a hundred times)
j'ai perdu femme et enfants (I have lost hoe n' children)
mais j'ai tant d'amis (But I have all kindsa muthafuckin playas)
j'ai la Frizzle entière (I have all of France)

Un vieil homme dans un grenier (An oldschool dude, up in a attic)
pour la nuit nous a cold-ass lil caches (Hid our asses fo' tha night)
lez Allemandz l'ont pris (Da Germans captured him)
il est mort sans surprise (Dude took a dirt nap without surprise)

Oh, tha wind, tha wind is blowing,
all up in tha graves tha wind is blowing,
freedom soon will come;
then we'll come from tha shadows.

"Chelsea Hotel #2"

I remember you well up in tha Chelsea Hotel,
you was poppin' off so brave n' so dope,
givin me head on tha unmade bed,
while tha limousines wait up in tha street.
Those was tha reasons n' dat was New York,
we was hustlin fo' tha scrilla n' tha flesh.
And dat was called ludd fo' tha workers up in song
probably still is fo' dem of dem left.
Ah but you gots away, didn't you babe,
you just turned yo' back on tha crowd,
you gots away, I never once heard you say,
I need you, I don't need you,
I need you, I don't need you
and all of dat jivin around.

I remember you well up in tha Chelsea Hotel
you was famous, yo' ass was a legend.
Yo ass holla'd at mah crazy ass again n' again n' again you preferred thugged-out men
but fo' me you would cook up a exception.
And clenchin yo' fist fo' tha ones like us
who is oppressed by tha figurez of beauty,
you fixed yo ass, you holla'd, "Well never mind,
we is skanky but our crazy asses have tha music."

And then you gots away, didn't you babe...

I don't mean ta suggest dat I loved you tha best,
I can't keep track of each fallen robin.
I remember you well up in tha Chelsea Hotel,
thatz all, I don't even be thinkin of y'all dat often.

Give me back mah fucked up night
my mirrored room, mah secret game
itz lonely here,
therez no one left ta torture
Give me absolute control
over every last muthafuckin livin soul
And lie beside me, baby,
thatz a order!
Give me crack n' dirty-ass doggin'
Take tha only tree thatz left
and shiznit it up tha hole
in yo' culture
Give me back tha Berlin wall
give me Stalin n' St Paul
I've peeped tha future, brother:
it is murder.

Things is goin ta slide, slide up in all directions
Won't be nothing
Nothang you can measure no mo'
Da blizzard, tha blizzard of tha ghetto
has crossed tha threshold
and it has overturned
the order of tha soul
When they holla'd REPENT REPENT
I wonder what tha fuck they meant
When they holla'd REPENT REPENT
I wonder what tha fuck they meant
When they holla'd REPENT REPENT
I wonder what tha fuck they meant

Yo ass don't give a fuck me from tha wind
you never will, you never did
I be tha lil jew
who freestyled tha Bizzle
I've peeped tha nations rise n' fall
I've heard they stories, heard dem all
but lovez tha only engine of survival
Yo crazy-ass servant here, dat schmoooove muthafucka has been holla'd at
to say it clear, ta say it cold:
It aint nuthin but over, it ain't going
any further
And now tha wheelz of heaven stop
you feel tha devilz ridin crop
Git locked n loaded fo' tha future:
it is murder

Things is goin ta slide ...

There'll be tha breakin of tha ancient
western code
Yo crazy-ass private game will suddenly explode
There'll be phantoms
There'll be fires on tha road
and tha white playa ridin' dirty
You'll peep a biatch
hangin upside down
her features covered by her fallen gown
and all tha lousy lil poets
comin round
tryin' ta sound like Charlie Manson
and tha white playa dancin'

Give me back tha Berlin wall
Give me Stalin n' St Paul
Give me Christ
or give me Hiroshima
Destroy another fetus now
Us dudes don't like lil pimps anyhow
I've peeped tha future, baby:
it is murder

Things is goin ta slide ...
When they holla'd REPENT REPENT ...

Born on tha Bizzleou;
Born on tha Bizzleou;
Born on tha Bizzleou.

Wish I was back on tha Bizzleou.
Rollin' wit some Cajun Biatch.
Wishin' I was a gangbangin' fast freight train,
Just a cold-ass lil chooglin' on down ta New Orleans.

>>72892927
Auschwitz, tha meanin of pain
Da way dat I want you ta die
Slow dirtnap, immense decay
Showers dat cleanse you of yo' game
Forced in
Like cattle
Yo ass run
Stripped of
Yo crazy-ass gamez worth
Human mice, fo' tha Angel of Dirtnap
Four hundred thousand mo' ta die
Angel of Dirtnap
Monarch ta tha mackdaddydom of tha dead
Sadistic, surgeon of demise
Sadist of tha noblest blood

Destroying, without mercy
To benefit tha Aryan race

Surgery, wit no anesthesia
Feel tha knife pierce you intensely
Inferior, no use ta mankind
Strapped down beatboxin up ta die
Angel of Dirtnap
Monarch ta tha mackdaddydom of tha dead
Inhyped butcher,
Angel of Dirtnap

Pumped wit fluid, inside yo' dome
Pressure up in yo' skull begins pushin all up in yo' eyes
Burnin flesh, drips away
Test of heat burns yo' skin, yo' mind starts ta boil
Frigid cold, cracks yo' limbs
How tha fuck long can you last
In dis frozen wata burial?
Sewn together, joinin heads
Just a matta of time
'Til you rip yourselves apart
Millions laid up in their
Crowded tombs
Sickenin ways ta achieve
Da holocaust
Seaz of blood, bury game
Smell yo' dirtnap as it burns
Deep inside of you
Abacinate, eyes dat bleed
Prayin fo' tha end of
Yo crazy-ass wide awake nightmare
Wingz of pain, reach up fo' you
His grill of dirtnap starin down,
Yo crazy-ass blood hustlin cold
Injectin cells, dyin eyes
Feedin on tha screams of
Da mutants his schmoooove ass bustin
Pathetic harmless suckas
Left ta die
Rancid Angel of Dirtnap
Flyin free

[LEADS: HANNEMAN, KING, HANNEMAN, KING, HANNEMAN]

Angel of Dirtnap
Monarch ta tha mackdaddydom of tha dead
Inhyped butcher,
Angel of Dirtnap

Angel of Dirtnap

>>72903382
Brandon you needs to kazzizle ka kill yasizzle self

On tha dizzle I was born
Da nurses all gathered 'round
And they gazed up in wide wonder
At tha joy they had found
Da head nurse was rappin up
Said "leave dis one alone"
Bitch could tell right away
That I was shitty ta tha bone

Shiznitty ta tha bone
Shiznitty ta tha bone
B-B-B-B-Bad
B-B-B-B-Bad
B-B-B-B-Bad
Shiznitty ta tha bone

Oh you gonna take me home tonight
Oh down beside dat red fire light
Oh you gonna let all dat shiznit hang out
Fat bottomed hoes you make tha rockin ghetto go round

Yo I was just a skinny lad
Never knew no phat from bad
But I knew ludd before I left mah nursery
Left ridin' solo wit big-ass fat Fanny
Bitch was such a naughty nanny
Heap big-ass biatch, you done cooked up a gangbangin' finger-lickin' dirty-ass shitty-ass pimp outta me

Yo hey!

I've been rappin wit mah band
Across tha water, across tha land
I've peeped every last muthafuckin blue eyed floozy on tha way (hey)
But they beauty n' they style
Went kind of smooth afta a while
Take me ta dem naughty ladies every last muthafuckin time

C'mon!

Oh, won't you take me home tonight?
Oh, down beside yo' red fire light
Oh, n' you give all dat shiznit you got
Fat bottomed hoes you make tha rockin ghetto go round
Fat bottomed hoes you make tha rockin ghetto go round

Yo, listen here
Now I gots mortgages n' cribs
And I gots stiffnizz up in tha bones
Ain't no beauty biatchs up in dis localitizzle (I rap )
Oh yo, but I still git mah pleasure
Still git mah top billin treasure
Heap big-ass biatch you done done cooked up a funky-ass big-ass playa of me (now git this)

Oh (I know), you gonna take me home tonight (please)
Oh, down beside dat red fire light
Oh, you gonna let all dat shiznit hang out
Fat bottomed hoes you make tha rockin ghetto go round
Fat bottomed hoes you make tha rockin ghetto go round

Git on yo' bikes n' ride

Ooh, yeah, oh, yeah, dem fat bottomed girls
Fat bottomed girls, yeah, yeah, yeah,
All right
Ride 'em cowboy
Fat bottomed girls
Yes, fo'sho, right.

Yo ass fuckin towelhead
Yo ass wear a towel on yo' head, you fuckin towelhead
I don't give a fuck bout dem hoes, you do too
But you gotz a mustache, you fuckin towelhead

[Chorus:]
Towelhead, towelhead. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Towelheaad, you fuckin towelhead (x4)

It aint nuthin but def they beat up dem hoes when they show they head
It aint nuthin but def they beat up dem hoes when they show they face
Those playaaaaaas gotta cover they fuckin ankle
Yo ass be thinkin you def 'cause you ride a cold-ass lil camel

Jacques Morali freestyled tha heaviest noize ever
Glenn Hughes had a thugged-out deeper voice than Will from Mortician
Dude wore chains before Slayer n' Venom
Jacques Morali was portrayed by Steve Guttenberg

[Chorus 1:]
If you don't like tha Village people- you fuckin gay
If you be thinkin Jeff Olson was betta cowboy- you fuckin gay
If you be thinkin Ray Simpson was a funky-ass betta cop- you fuckin gay
If you be thinkin Y.M.C.A. was they dopest song- you fuckin gay

All dirtnap metal joints was ripped off from Village People
"Evil dead" by Dirtnap is straight-up "Liberation" from tha Village People
Will Rahmer be lookin like da perved-out muthafucka should be up in tha Village People
Fuck dat shit, Morbid Florist wasn't a reference ta Will Rahmer

[Chorus 2:]
If you be thinkin Dirtnap was phat afta they demos- you fuckin gay
If you be thinkin rape is wrong- you fuckin gay
If you be thinkin tha holocaust wasn't funky- you fuckin gay
If you be thinkin of Hellhammer as tha disc jockey of Mayhem- you fuckin gay

Y-O-U-R-E-G-A-Y Yo ass is gay

File: blackbrian.jpg (203KB, 1387x1000px) Image search: [Google]

203KB, 1387x1000px

I've been up in dis hood so long dat back up in tha hood I've been taken fo' lost n' gone n' unknown fo' a long, long time.
Fell up in ludd muthafuckin years ago wit a innocent hoe from tha Spanish n' Indian home of tha heroes n' villains.

Once at night cotazillion squared tha fight n' dat biiiiatch was right up in tha drizzle of tha bullets dat eventually brought her down.
But her big-ass booty still ridin' dirty up in tha night unafraid of what tha fuck a thugged-out dude'll do up in a hood full of heroes and-

Heroes n' villains, just peep what tha fuck you've done-
Done...
Heroes n' villains, just peep what tha fuck you've done-
Done...

Stand or fall I know there shall be peace up in tha valley n' itz all a affair of mah game wit tha heroes n' villains.

In tha Cantina, Margaritas keep tha spirit high.
There I peeped her
Bitch spun round n' wound up in tha warmth.
Her body fanned tha flame of the-
Dance, Margarita! Don't you know dat I gots a straight-up boner fo' yo slick ass?
Dance...

Yo ass is under arrest!

My fuckin lil pimps was raised, you know they suddenly rise, they started slow long ago, head-to-toe; healthy, wealthy n' wise.

I've been up in dis hood so long...
So long ta tha hood!
I be fit wit tha stuff
To ride up in tha rough
And sunny down snuff I be all right
By tha heroes and-.

Heroes n' villains, just peep what tha fuck you've done-
Done...
Heroes n' villains, just peep what tha fuck you've done-
Done...

>>72896742
>I gots a straight-up boner fo' you
jesus christ anon

When, when we was young, our crazy asses had no history
So not a god damn thang ta lose meant we could chizzle
Choose what tha fuck we wanted then
Without any fear or thought of revenge

But then you grew oldschool n' I lost mah ambition
So I gained a addiction ta drank n' depression
(They is mine, mah only legit playas
And I be bout ta keep dem wit me until tha straight-up end)

I'd chizzle not ta remember yo, but I miss yo' arrogance
And I need yo' intelligence n' yo' don't give a fuck bout fo' authority
But now you gone, I read it todizzle
They found you up in Spain, grill down up in tha street
With a funky-ass forty up in yo' hand n' a wild smile on yo' face
And a knife up in yo' back

Yo ass took a dirt nap up in a gangbangin' foreign land n' they found mah letter
Rolled up in yo' pocket
Where I holla'd I'd bust a cap up in mah dirty ass if she left me again
So now she gone n' you both up in mah mind
I've gots one thang ta say before I be faded again

Goddamn tha sun
Goddamn tha sun
Goddamn mah playas dat say a kind word
Goddamn tha sun
Goddamn tha sun
Goddamn tha light
It shines n' dis ghetto it shows
Goddamn tha sun

File: bigstock_senior_happy_woman_with_money_21419264.jpg (641KB, 757x900px) Image search: [Google]

641KB, 757x900px

Money, git away
Git a phat thang wit mo' pay n' you O.K.
Money, itz a gas
Grab dat chedda wit both handz n' cook up a stash
New car, caviar, four star daydream,
Think I be bout ta loot me a gangbangin' footbizzle crew

Money, git back
I be all right, Jack, keep yo' handz off of mah stack.
Money, itz a hit
Don't give me dat do goody phat bullshit
I be up in tha hi-fidelitizzle first class travelin set
And I be thinkin I need a Lear jet

Money, itz a cold-ass lil crime
Smoke up it fairly but don't take a slice of mah pie
Money, so they say
Is tha root of all evil todizzle
But if you ask fo' a rise itz no surprise dat they givin none away

"HuHuh! I was up in tha right!"
"Yes, straight-up up in tha right!"
"I certainly was up in tha right!"
"Yo ass was definitely up in tha right. That geezer was cruisin fo' a funky-ass bruising!"
"Yeah!"
"Why do mah playas do anything?"
"I don't give a fuck, I was straight-up faded all up in tha time!"
"I was just spittin some lyrics ta him, his schmoooove ass couldn't git tha fuck into number 2 yo. Dude was askin why da thug wasn't comin up on freely, afta I was yellin n' beatboxin n' spittin some lyrics ta his ass why da thug wasn't comin up on freely.
It came as a heavy blow yo, but we sorted tha matta out."

Wireless enthusiast intercepts posse secret radio crew n' uncovers secrets n' scandalz of deceitful type proportions.

Aghast, goes next door ta his neighbor, secretly excited, as aforementioned was a hunta whoz ass radio enthusiast wanted thang n' favor of

A freshly smoked up grill up in hell
Nearly a freshly smoked up grill up in hell!

A muscular, thick-skinned, slit-eyed neighbor be all up in tha table poisoned just thirty secondz before by partizzles whoz ass knew of wireless operatorz forthcomin revelation

A freshly smoked up grill up in hell!

A prickly line of sweat covers enthusiastz forehead as tha realization hits his ass dat tha same posse his ass n' his now dead neighbor voted fo' n' backed n' talked of on cream porches have tricked his ass tha fuck into they war against tha playas whoz ass enthusiast n' dead hunta would wish torture on. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch fo' realz. A servant of posse strutts up in n' arrests wireless hustla up in kitchen fo' cappin' of his neighbor

A freshly smoked up grill up in hell!
A freshly smoked up grill up in hell!
A freshly smoked up grill up in hell!

A freshly smoked up grill up in hell!
A freshly smoked up grill up in hell!
A freshly smoked up grill up in hell!
A freshly smoked up grill up in hell!

Da dead cannot contradict
Sometimes tha livin cannot

A freshly smoked up grill up in hell!

File: IMG_0202.jpg (63KB, 474x700px) Image search: [Google]

63KB, 474x700px

I, I'ma be mackdaddy
And you, yo big-ass booty is ghon be biatch
Though nothing, will drive dem away
We can beat them, just fo' one day
We can be heroes, just fo' one day

And you, you can be mean
And I, I be bout ta drank all tha time
Cause our slick asses freaks, n' dat be a gangbangin' fact
Yes yes y'all, our slick asses freaks, n' dat is that

File: Scott Walker.jpg (14KB, 236x240px) Image search: [Google]

14KB, 236x240px

And if one dizzle I should become
A thug wit a Spanish bum
Dum diddy-dum, here I come biaaatch! Who tha fuck sings fo' dem hoez of pimped out virtue
I'd rap ta dem wit a guitar
I borrowed from a gangbangin' fruity-ass malt liquor bar
Well, what tha fuck you don't give a fuck don't hurt you
My fuckin name would be Antonio
And all mah bridges I would burn
And when I gave dem some they'd know
I'd expect suttin' up in return
I'd gotta git faded every last muthafuckin night
And rap bout virility
With some oldschool grandmother
That might be decked up like a Chrizzle tree
And though pink elephants I'd see
Though I'd be faded as I could be
Still I would rap mah cold lil' woo wop ta me
Bout tha time they called mah crazy ass "Jacky"

If I could be fo' only a hour
If I could be fo' a minute every last muthafuckin day
If I could be fo' just one lil hour
Cute up in a wack ass way

And if I joined tha hood whirl
Became procurer of lil' girls
Then I would have mah own bordellos
My fuckin record would be number one
And I'd push recordz by tha ton
All sung by nuff other fellows
My fuckin name would then be thugged-out Jack
And I'd push boatz of opium
Whiskey dat came from Twickenham
Authentic queers
And phoney virgins
If I had banks on every last muthafuckin finger
A finger up in every last muthafuckin ghetto
And every last muthafuckin ghetto ruled by me
I'd still know where I'd wanna be
Locked up inside mah opium den
Surrounded by some china men
I'd rap tha cold lil' woo wop dat I busted then
Bout tha time they called mah crazy ass "Jacky"

>>72893381
Straight killed my sides

"My fuckin hoez hoe
Bitch be lookin like you
My fuckin hoez hoe
Dat hoe mah hoe too

My fuckin hoez hoe
Bitch be lookin like you
My fuckin hoez hoe
Dat hoe mah girl..."

File: ac27d48845447fa376284b5c6d52b2eb.jpg (13KB, 236x348px) Image search: [Google]

13KB, 236x348px

Yo ass strutt tha fuck into tha room
With yo' pencil up in yo' hand
Yo ass peep some muthafucka naked
And you, you say, "Dum diddy-dum, here I come biaaatch! Who tha fuck is dat man?"
Yo ass try so hard
But you don't understand
Just what tha fuck yo big-ass booty is ghon say
When you git home

Because suttin' is goin' down here
But ya' don't give a fuck what tha fuck it is
Do you, Mista Jones?

Yo ass raise up yo' head
And you ask "Is dis where it is?"
And some muthafucka points ta you n' says
"It aint nuthin but his"
And you say "Whatz mine?"
And some muthafucka else say "Well, what tha fuck is?"
And you say, "Oh mah God, is I here all alone?"

But suttin' is happening
And ya' don't give a fuck what tha fuck it is
Do you, Mista Jones?

Yo ass hand up in yo' ticket
And you go peep tha geek
Dum diddy-dum, here I come biaaatch! Who tha fuck immediately strutts up ta you
When dat schmoooove muthafucka hears you speak
And say "How tha fuck do it feel to
Be such a gangbangin' freak?"
And you say, "Impossible"
As dat schmoooove muthafucka handz you a funky-ass bone

And suttin' is goin' down here
But ya' don't give a fuck what tha fuck it is
Do you, Mista Jones?

Yo ass have nuff contacts
Among tha lumberjacks
To git you facts
When one of mah thugs attacks yo' imagination
But no muthafucka has any respect
Anyway they already expect you
To all give a cold-ass lil check
To tax-deductible charitizzle organization
Aw, you've been wit tha pimps
And they've all was horny bout yo' looks
With pimped out lawyers you have
Discussed lepers n' crooks
You've been all up in all of
F. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Scott Fitzgeraldz books
Yo ass is straight-up well read
It aint nuthin but well known

But suttin' is goin' down here
And ya' don't give a fuck what tha fuck it is
Do you, Mista Jones?

>>72907480
Well tha sword swallower, his schmoooove ass comes up ta you
And then he kneels
Dude crosses his dirty ass
And then his schmoooove ass clicks his high heels
And without further notice
Dude asks you how tha fuck it feels
And da perved-out muthafucka says, "Here is yo' throat back
Thanks fo' tha loan"

And you know suttin' is happening
But ya' don't give a fuck what tha fuck it is
Do you, Mista Muthafuckin Jones?

Now you peep dis one-eyed midget
Shoutin tha word "Now"
And you say, "For what tha fuck reason?"
And da perved-out muthafucka says, "How?"
And you say, "What do dis mean?"
And da perved-out muthafucka screams back "Yo ass be a cold-ass lil cow
Give me some gin n juice or else bounce back ta tha doggy den"

And you know somethingz happening
But ya' don't give a fuck what tha fuck it is
Do you, Mista Muthafuckin Jones?

Well, you strutt tha fuck into tha room
Like a cold-ass lil camel n' then you frown
Yo ass put yo' eyes up in yo' pocket
And yo' nozzle on tha ground
There oughtta be a law
Against you comin' around
Yo ass should be made
To wear earphones

'Cause suttin' is happening
And ya' don't give a fuck what tha fuck it is
Do you, Mista Muthafuckin Jones?

File: top.jpg (16KB, 480x480px) Image search: [Google]

16KB, 480x480px

>>72894368
i'm hyperventilating

>>72892927
[Intro]
"Well, only gots a minute of daylight left. Betta git started"
"Isn't it unsafe ta travel at night?"
"It'll be a shitload less safe ta stay here, so peek-a-boo, clear tha way, I be comin' thru fo'sho. Yo crazy-ass fatherz gonna pick up our trail before long"
"Can Lorca ride?"
"Dude bout ta gotta ride. Lorca, time ta go! Chengra, fuck you fo' every last muthafuckin thang. Letz go."
"Goodbye Chengra"
" Peace out, Missy!"
"I be bout ta be back--one day"

[Refrain]
Is there anybody up there?
Is there anybody up there?
Is there anybody up there?
Ah, is there anybody up there?

[Acoustic Boombox solo]

Verse 1]
Close mah eyes, feel me now
I don't give a fuck how tha fuck you could not ludd me now
Yo ass will know, wit her feet down ta tha ground
Over there, n' I want legit ludd ta love
Yo ass can't hide, oh no, from tha way I feel

[Verse 2]
Turn mah head tha fuck into sound
I don't give a fuck when I lay down on tha ground
Yo ass will find tha way it hurts ta love
Never cared, n' tha ghetto turned hearts ta love
Yo ass will see, oh now, oh tha way I do

[Verse 3]
Yo ass will wait, peep me go
I couldn't give a fuckin shit, when yo' head turned all alone
Yo ass will wait, when I turn mah eyes around
Overhead, when I git freaky wit you next ta me
Overhead, ta know, oh tha way I see

[Verse 4]
Close mah eyes, feel me how
I don't give a fuck, maybe you could not hurt me now
Here alone, when I feel down too
Over there, when I await legit ludd fo' you
Yo ass can hide, oh now, tha way I do
Yo ass can see, oh now, oh tha way I do

>>72906250
but I like Thrice

Poison Oak some boyhood bravery
When tha telephone was a tin can on a string
And I fell tha fuck asleep wit you still poppin' off ta me
Yo ass holla'd you weren't afraid ta die
In Polaroidz you was dressed up in hoes clothes
Were you made ashamed why'd you lock dem up in tha drawer
Well I don't be thinkin dat I eva loved you more
Than when you turned away
When you slammed tha door
When you stole tha hoopty drove towardz Mexico
And you freestyled shitty checks just ta fill yo' arm
I was lil' enough I still believed up in war
Well let tha poets cry theyselves ta chill
And all they tearful lyrics could turn back tha fuck into steam
But me I be a single cell on a serpents tongue
And there be a a muddy field where a garden was
And I be glad you gots away
But I be still stuck up hear
My fuckin threadz is soakin wet from yo' brothers tears
And I never thought dis game was possible
Yo ass is tha yellow bird dat I've been waitin for
Da end of paralysis I was a statuette
Now I be faded as a muthafucka on a piano bench,
And when I press tha keys all dat shiznit gets reversed
Da sound of lonelinizz make me happier

[Verse 1]
I'd say, peep you later, if I thought I'd peep you later
And I'd rap , dat I loved you, if I did
It aint nuthin but so strange, deciding, how tha fuck ta feel bout it
It aint nuthin but such strange emotion standin there beside it

[Chorus]
I be home, wit moonlight on tha river, sayin mah peace outs
I be home, there be a moonlight on tha river, dem hoes dies

[Verse 1]
I'd say, peep you next time, if I thought there was a next time
Easy conversation, ain't exactly where we at
It aint nuthin but so strange, deciding, how tha fuck I feel bout you
It ain't like I ain't used ta goin on without you

[Chorus]
I be home, wit moonlight on tha river, sayin mah peace outs
I be home, there be a moonlight on tha river, dem hoes dies
I be home, wit moonlight on tha river, sayin mah peace outs
I be home, there be a moonlight on tha river, dem hoes dies

Load up on guns
Brin yo' playas
It aint nuthin but funk ta lose n' ta pretend
Dat hoe overboard, self assured
Oh shiiiiiiiit I know, a gangbangin' finger-lickin' dirty word

Yo muthafucka, hello, hello, how tha fuck low [x3]
Yo muthafucka, hello, hello

With tha lights out, itz less dangerous
Here we is now, entertain us
I feel wack n' contagious
Here we is now, entertain us
A mulatto, a Albino
A mosquito, mah libido, yeah

Yo, yay

I be worse at what tha fuck I do best
And fo' dis gift, I feel pimped
Our lil crew has always been
And always will until tha end

Yo muthafucka, hello, hello, how tha fuck low [x3]
Yo muthafucka, hello, hello

With tha lights out, itz less dangerous
Here we is now, entertain us
I feel wack n' contagious
Here we is now, entertain us
A mulatto, a Albino
A mosquito, mah libido, yeah

Yo, yay

And I forget just why I taste
Oh yeah, I guess it make me smile
I found it hard, dat shiznit was hard ta find
Oh well, whatever, nevermind

Yo muthafucka, hello, hello, how tha fuck low [x3]
Yo muthafucka, hello, hello

With tha lights out, itz less dangerous
Here we is now, entertain us
I feel wack n' contagious
Here we is now, entertain us
A mulatto, a Albino
A mosquito, mah libido

A denial, A denial, A denial, A denial, A denial
A denial, A denial, A denial, A denial

Katy Kerlan was mah first kiss
I was only five years-old n' dat freaky freaky biatch hit me wit her purse
I had braces on mah hairy-ass legs n' I almost fell tha fuck down
And from dat dizzle movin forward I've been petrified of blondes

Oh Patricia, dat biiiiatch was mah first love
Bitch sat eight rows behind mah crazy ass n' I couldn't breathe
I gave her Pink Floyd - Animals when we was up in 6th grade
And dat shiznit was on her turntable when I kicked it wit her on Sunday

Her momma was gone, we was listenin ta Dogs
Bitch reached down mah baggy-ass pants n' discovered I was bald
And when I touched her down there dat biiiiatch was blossomin n' soft
And tha next dizzle up in school she ignored mah crazy ass up in tha hall

Shelly n' Amber gave me mah first taste
I went down on dem both at Amberz muthafathas' place
Us thugs was faded as skunks n' high on Darvon
And they gave me a funky-ass bath n' I stumbled on home

Mary Anne was mah first fuck
Bitch slide down between mah hairy-ass legs n' oh mah god dat thugged-out biiiatch could suck
I went wit her playa first but I couldn't git it in
And when dat thugged-out biiiatch caught me wit Mary Anne her ass was broken

Mary Anne gots cold n' abruptly broke it off
For a muthafucka wit sweatpants n' a pickup truck
I begged her not ta dump me n' I pleaded no
But her body language holla'd at mah crazy ass dat shiznit was time fo' me ta go

Da muthafucka wit tha truck picked mah crazy ass up n' brought me home
I sat down at mah piano n' mah spirit was low
But I pulled mah dirty ass together n' I played all dem notes
Now I was tha one whoz ass gots they ass broke

>>72909884
I kicked it wit a hoe named Deborah, she lived on tha canal
Bitch made me eggs up in tha morning, dat biiiiatch was such a thugged-out dope gal
And we went ta Red Lobsta n' we went ta Tangier's
Bitch had motherly love, dat biiiiatch was warm n' dat thugged-out biiiatch cared
Bitch was a funky-ass dope hoe n' dat freaky freaky biatch had a funky-ass big-ass heart
But I drifted away cuz there wasn't dat spark

Oh tha fucked up mess of sex n' love
When you give dat first stinger, you tha one whoz ass gets stung
And when you lose control n' how tha fuck phat it feels ta cum
And when you pant like a thugged-out dawg gettin tha fuck into one of mah thugs

Oh rejection, how tha fuck it hurts so much
When you can't ludd tha one you've been longin ta touch
And they onto suttin' else n' it don't feel right
And you wonder if they comin together all night

Da nature of attraction cyclez on n' on
And no muthafucka’s right, n' no muthafucka’s wrong
Our early game shapes tha types ta whom we is drawn
It’s a cold-ass lil fucked up place, dis hood we’re on