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Angie's Intro
00:49
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warning! Warning!
This product contains nicotine.
Nicotine is an addictive chemical.
(scratches)
Dou- dou- double barrel shotgun!
Ho- Hog flesh emcee,
That's ju- that's ju- that's - that's- that's just the way it happened,
(scratches) Hide, you just might die right where you are!
I drive- I dri- dri- I drive through a pedestrian-
(scratches) - cause I attack with the estrogen-
I smo- I smoke my hydro on the D-low
- I been- I been there and done that!
- Like me, your only crime is enthusiasm.
(scratches) - With the shit you can't fuck with!!!
(pkshellboy)
Bitch I'm doin' shows in Tokyo at 23,
Not many do what I can do, but see so many mini-mes
World success from my bedroom - I'm just a different breed,
If you ain't blowing up like I blew up you have my sympathies,
I'm barely alive, you're barely a nineteenth of my size,
there's too many that care only about a piece of the pie,
Ain't a lot that can scare me, it ain't the season to die,
It's a fact that you're lacking, there ain't no reason to lie,
I'm cocked up and re-loaded. This world, yeah the queers own it,
Crash team got the back of me, fuck your wack scene, all my peers goated,
Ask me, you'd be demoted,
Maybe I'm just an asshole,
Your faves getting cancelled,
My gays makin' 10s, so,
put respect on it.
(W- we gon kill you dawg)
Crash and Co. the actual goats, and we got Susie in this bitch,
Creep Show Vol. 0.
(creepysusie)
Started out as a go-getter, but I got got so I learned better,
Deadbitch in a pretty sweater on a day in winter with the cracked leather,
take apart my life, put it back together, you be rapping mad, but I'm mad better,
You be mad nice, but I'm mad cruel,
You be Fat Joe, but I'm Joe Cool,
Deadbitch with a dead stick,
If I bust it down for free it's because Big L came back from the dead, bitch,
Baby, let me see how the sex is,
Pack from last year like the Gas Drawls,
I know my flow hotter than speedballs,
I don't even need to ask y'all,
If you tryna drink, this the last call, baby,
Yo,
And the wallabees Zig-Zag orange,
Pull up on you in a big ass foreign
that look like the joint from Fury Road,
and have it back in the stable by morning,
Think that's cap? That's duly noted,
Spank my bitch ass and leave red roses,
If I'm tryna dip, she like "Where you goin?"
Fuck with the Union, it's blood for blood, I was born with the fucking flow in my blood,
Tryna articulate what it was,
Yo,
Deadbitch,
Scuffed out,
Spliffy,
In the spot,
red chucks,
doin' fine,
Servin' cunt,
outcast,
kaiju,
Boomslang,
Paradox,
Steppin',
Loaded,
Girl Mode,
Mill Rat,
Susie.
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3. |
Slayer (feat. zombAe)
02:49
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Break you off a piece,
And it coulda been peace,
But you had to act mean,
Now you never wake up,
Yeah, you had a bad dream,
Things ain't always what they seem,
Arm cannon with the beam,
Turn a bitch into steam,
Turn a bitch into ashes,
Cash a check and do a backflip,
feel like Steve, the way I'm craftin'
Red head bitch need to get up off me,
Bitch I look like Dave Duchovny,
Two shots through the window at the stoplight like Brad Pitt, Killing Them Softly,
I'm Deadbitch but that bitch Gone, G,
Flyer than Rocky,
Put a rack on me,
Never lack, homie,
Feel like Mach-Hommy,
Keep that mask on me,
I can't have them tryna dox me,
Bitch shut up and make your music,
Build this shit and then use it,
I feel like Paul Rudd in Clueless,
Spit a 27 like Rubik,
Ahhhhhh, Creepy Susie!!!
Megaflare, Doublecast, Fire Quill,
I'm from where you can't see shit like Silent Hill,
I'm from where you can't be shit but an engineer,
So I hopped in the studio, became an engineer,
Geiger mask on me got me looking like an engineer,
Wrestling with big fucking tentacles and getting weird,
Working on a way to fuck up this whole hemisphere,
I know she can fuck with a name like Gwenyvere,
I been Miss Thang since a weeblow,
Pretty cute bitch, furry like a Kuriboh,
High top Martens getting planted in the deep snow,
Same spot as D-Lo, making out with a pre-roll,
He take a knee like Tebow,
I'm bumping DJ Re:c0de,
Don't fuck with me, (bitch) cause I'm evil.
(zombAe)
Joyful as Satan pleasing the gods,
We be to rap what Key be to Lock,
We be the mechas, you be the gods,
You be the Schaden, we be the Freude,
There's an evil inside every man,
Check every pedestrian,
Feelin like the Matrix when I'm doin' all this networking,
Fuck outta my mentions, your assessments all projections and,
It's all just conjecture for connections that you're leveraging,
Divisions is prison that's all up in a prism,
and honestly written, you giving me conniptions,
When it comes to visions, you can't even percip it
Cause I'm so prolific, you gon be more specific,
when you aim a shot at me, Go end the Schadenfreude
Pop shit or cop a plea,
Opps be in poverty,
You ain't gonna be shit 'cept an autobiography,
And you can't ever fuck with me, so cop my pornography,
Yeah bitch, onlyfans.com/zombaewalk, n****.
(we gon kill you dawg)
How we feel?
(we gon kill you dawg)
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Welcome 2 Vol. 0
02:13
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Fuck that, fuck all that...
Bitches don't know about the steez, (Uh-huh!)
Shoulda did they homework, then they'd know about degrees,
I don't look like Louis-Dreyfuss, but I'm the Veep,
Beep beep, (Beep beep!) Susie got the keys to the Jeep,
Vrooooooom!!!
And I'm still the best,
Solomon in '73, I'm getting my beats from Red,
Godzilla when I step,
Blunt hanging out my mouth, unkempt like I'm Johnny Depp, (Ahh!)
I'm just like a normal girl, but I'm dead.
If you wanna hate I'll perforate you with this lead, (You'll get this lead, baby!)
Don't even break me off no bread,
I would have to spit it out if you ever got me fed,
I ain't gonna say nothing but you bitches got me dead,
I just do this shit to keep from being fucked in the head,
Bitch, we so dope that you have to hate it,
I backtraced the opps and they pack got raided,
Soon as I touched that pack it evaporated,
That kind of dope you have to use your imagination,
(Woah! Bitch!)
But it's still good though,
Susie throw it out the window, not for Woodrow,
But it's still good though, Baby baby, yeah,
I got you till the world's end girlfriend,
And whenever I'm around, you don't have to pretend,
Meanwhile, steaming on the deck,
I'm a bad bad girl acting all innocent,
I got you till the end, girlfriend,
And whenever I'm around, you don't have to pretend,
Meanwhile I'll be burning out on the deck,
I'm a bad bad girl acting all innocent,
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5. |
Tha Most Venomous
01:58
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This motherfuckin beat tape shit cremate it,
get you busted through the dome long range from three places
It takes hard work but you also need patience,
Even if you master both its difficult to keep pace with,
Way she bust it shorty got my knees breaking,
I look so dusted you would think I was the maid,
All they wanna do is save face so I deepfake em,
They look like a 8fy, freebase em with a blade,
bitch I'm at the arcade, dusting off a bud,
mouth dusty cause I'm off the bud, cotton on my tongue,
trans chicks wrestling up in a puddle of mud,
when I'm up in the cut, you ain't hitting this with nothing to front,
aye, my shit gold like ponyboy,
Play you like oney, boy, bumpin pony boy,
rest in fuckin peace SOPHIE, boy, we aint playin no more,
you think times aint changed but it don’t say that on my rollie boy,
triple faced wrist look like rolly polly olly boy,
this is smart shit, flip a okie dokie overboard,
my shit gold like john waters,
you aint opps, you don’t want the smoke, you not even hot water,
whole ass identity crisis just for some bar fodder,
still a martyr, still a hundred thousand dollar car copper,
but you unsustainable, you make one ill fated move
and we gonna send your whole garage junkyard-hopping,
kill a mic in cold blood and toe-tag it,
you should take a page from the beastie boys, and don’t be a faggot.
me and leo posted in some black jackets,
ask a big bad wolf what’s today’s mathematics?
before I wrote this I did not drop a tab of acid,
I did bag a bad bitch, and she with the boom-bap shit,
susan strong, remain cruising along,
still using a bong, more recently usin a thong,
still spit a ill sixteen on a jawn,
still got the readers on, still meaner than maude,
you need to pass though, even though you clockier than randall,
catch me at the merriweather listening to AnCo,
big spliff burn slow like a candle,
put my feet up on the mantle, Susanne, bro,
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Trippin'
03:39
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(Susie, throw it out the window! Susie!)
(What will tomorrow bring?)
Waiting on a better day,
I think I got carried away,
I'm not stupid, I don't press my luck,
But I'm so lonely I could give a fuck,
Baby, we don't go way back, but,
I saw you, now my heart's beating faster,
Baby I'm thinkin bout you,
But I don't think you want me to,
I don't want to do you no harm,
but I'll lose it if I'm not in your arms,
Bump the same old shit,
Same pack in the spliff, same scuffed kicks,
I been alone so long,
Sometimes I start trippin' over what I did wrong,
And we all make mistakes,
Got a chip up on my shoulder, but yo, them's the brakes,
I was feeling, don't have what it takes,
Just being next to you, I start to shake,
It's your power over me,
Prisoner of the darkness, set me free,
Just to feel your hand in mine again,
(What will tomorrow bring?)
The way you open up your eyes,
All I see is moonlight,
I can feel my heart swell,
Now I'm under your spell,
Freezing the time,
I feel like it'll be fine,
It's not like I don't have the time,
I just want you to be mine,
Waiting on a better day,
I think I got carried away,
I'm not stupid, I don't press my luck,
But I'm lonely so I could give a fuck,
Baby we don't go way back,
But I see you and it's payback, baby...
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7. |
Black Magic
02:13
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wizardry or witchcraft, get bitch slapped by sixty six stabs and become an ink tap,
creepy fuckin susie, the weak shit doesn’t move me,
if you think I’ll bust it like a groupie I’m not gonna, fuckin’ sue me.
burning luckies after she just cussed me out like lucky louie,
two minute walk to cumbies turned into an x-rated movie,
buddy lets face it you just couldn’t make it groovy,
ever since I was a child they knew something was off,
but that’s about as much your business as sucking me off.
now I’m just shining like the sun wearing nothing at all,
peeping out the asscrack of dawn then I’m gone, no tag-alongs.
it’s time to make a couple big decisions like travis bickle,
in the kitchen shotgun a bud and lick a pistol,
ever since DOOM peaced I’m in a crummy mood,
I’m right hand gripping through the sewers, kowabunga dude.
my moms tripping every time I spit it’s something lewd,
blade leaves a trail through the deep fog as it’s cutting through
chickenwire, what’s your deepest most bitterly hidden desire,
hit ‘em in between the eyes, more kindling for the fire,
truly dire straits, mind hitched a ride twenty miles away,
I navigate a violent maze, don’t trip, I’ll find a way,
I’ll find a way,
black magic did damage to my soul,
smoldering upon a coal, watch it vanish in the smoke,
cough it over, rock it like Alain on the 8th of october,
rap cats think I’m tryna fuck em over like a stock broker,
I’m just a pot smoker rolling a dice game,
they shoulda had me next to Method in the video for Ice Cream,
think about what happened, how it coulda been a nice thing,
now you just forced my hand,
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(creepysusie)
break the ukulele over your dome piece,
and stain your blue wig red, ain no mo beef,
sus, motherfucker you know me,
i be burning in a big jeep listening to oldies,
press me, press the wakizashi to your flesh, b
your bitch living like a tamagotchi underneath my bed, G,
go figure. go fish, gold digger,
big sket, red switchie with the gold trigger,
pull it out the M Lafleur, turn you to a soul singer,
sample that, and for that I will not get a D
M C A, that’s the energy, rest in peace,
back when I couldn’t get no pussy selling ecstasy,
now I’m just a shy bitch, heavy dudes benching me,
but they ain’t gonna get the damn recipe,
ain’t gon turn me to another tranny on ketamine,
dreaming lucid like Paprika, creepysusie bitch, that’s for your speaker,
(Jarhead the Nobody)
Nobody here, the Jam Ecco's, they like "Who is that?"
I pulled his card, all he had was a booster pack,
Ridin' with some Bandits, I ain't talking 'bout Bluey's dad,
Huh... Spit sick, I hawked a loogie up,
Pen every verse like another Hallelujiah,
Two baddies with me, I rule like Montezuma,
Smoke alot of dope, wonder how much is too much,
Stay away from pills, I know I love em too much,
808's are fly, but it's hard to not assume such,
But fuck it, every tomorrow brings the newest me,
That's as true as can be, indubitably,
Real runtz, roll a doobie or three,
Me and the team control the wave like the moon and the seas,
We movin' discreet, crawlin', with Susie I creep,
All these pussy ass abusers I see, can't lose to these freaks,
Two goons with the heat, we gon put our boots to your teeth.
We do em like (?), that's blue and black,
You tellin' me to stay complacent, I ain't doin that...
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Rosepetal (Buster Sword)
02:44
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something like quiet desperation,
in the basement stone cold flaking,
double taking when I hit the pavement,
burning zig zags, listening to pavement,
sometimes im filled with amazement,
i wanna go back in the caveman,
cause once escaping i came to see,
shadows made better company,
don’t get caught in a situation
it feels like facing time, waiting,
you ever build a chain just to have to break it?
I swear every time’s the same shit.
thats enough of that for today
every single person’s the same
i have no one but myself to blame
i didn’t want it to be this way,
girl i dont want a pitty play
but honestly i couldn’t turn it down,
i thought i was really hurting but now
all of my flowers burned to the ground,
uh,
i can hear it in the wind
another season begins,
i can feel it before it happens
try to go forward but i go backwards
i had bronchitis for like six months
i just had to quit smoking backwoods,
the jewel is, people are strange.
they really never cease to amaze,
and it really isnt meant to be a check
I never meant nobody disrespect,
Im trying to keep my mind off regrets,
but its not fair it doesnt have a name,
this condition is so fuckin lame,
i guess some people call it mood
but why does it bring me this solitude
thats enough of that for today,
i never had enough weed to face,
i never really could shut my face,
i never really could be okay,
every single person’s the same
i have no one but myself to blame
i didn’t want it to be this way,
girl i dont want a pitty play
but honestly i couldn’t turn it down,
i thought i was really hurting but now
all of my flowers burned to the ground,
uh,
i can hear it in the wind
another season begins,
i can feel it before it happens
try to go forward but i go backwards
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10. |
This Is...
02:10
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this is too much to process at once,
come and step within six feet of my car and get bumped,
you didnt peep what’s in the trunk, don’t speak to one,
underneath the 1-, where you keep the piece, capice punk?
rolling reggie right behind the elementary,
i remember when my homie said to me, im next to be,
i lit the joint in jon’s whip with the hennessy,
for stamina i get a whopper with the monster energy,
pussy bitch, you aint gonna beat this,
she got my kids still on her belly like norman reedus,
i know we can’t give up already, the world needs us,
hoping it aint into temptation where the lord lead us,
but ill still deliver evil to your door for free not for a fee, cunt
its the creepy one, make your speakers run
jet alone, how i’m quick to blast with the sneakys on,
look like yeat w the casameekys and the fleekys on,
im by the water w the freaky broads,
baby i dont even drop, i just leak a song,
ava w the calculator factorizing
luca peeped the beef so we gonna have to pasteurize em’
mars hold my mental down when im trapped in mine,
spin the wheels of steel and im sharpening my battle knives,
aye,
i got time to play b sides,
besides, you know i make this butter with my cheap rhymes,
if i ever spit my full potential,
you’d prolly lose your whole ability to hold a pencil,
run up in the carriage house and i load the pistol,
smoke a clip till i get a blister on my finger,
dead drop you till i hear you hit bedrock.
all i do is smoke, work, chop and spit the head rock,
yeah im absolutely positive, dun,
you can’t be poppin like that, you see the opposite, run,
i think that shit’s just too much to process at once.
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(fisheye33)
Yo,
We bumpin' big racks in the backseat
Smokin' good strains w the max heat,
Shawty tryna give me some good brain,
Move like Luna with the fuckin' beats,
I'm a sunbeam in the fuckin' trees,
and to your homies tryna fuck with me,
My team roll out and you get backed down with some certainty,
Crockett to your face, 300% damage certainly,
Flip sample, grab the mantle,
Fisheye vs. the team is a motherfucking handful
bring the beat to a standstill,
(?) got it smellin' like a lava-filled landfill,
You like a download that I gotta cancel,
In the whip bumpin' Crash, smokin ample
pack, and all my homies in the clouds like Randall,
blowin smoke clouds of gas, in a shroud like a phantom,
bitch I'm shiny like that lantern,
(?) with my dick out throwin' a motherfucking tantrum.
Bitch this the fuckin' anthem,
Makin more money than fuckin' Anthem,
We some goddesses with the fuckin' samples,
Don't know who to fuckin' gamble,
(creepysusie)
me and cass eating in the regal beagle,
she look like faye valentine , im spike spiegel,
smokin newports just cause they illegal,
spin it to the cantina, hit a kegel,
all im sayin, girl is, some people,
really missed the memo, everyone is equal,
except me, bitch, i’m evil,
and i don’t only flick the penplay.
i’ll tear you limb from limb with arm weights and leg weights,
shock to your system send you back to medbay,
when the sket spray, hit my dance and i get paid,
hop back in the escalade and twist the sensei,
take it back home just to break a little piece off for memerè,
proving my point past the doubt, and
labels never gonna get me on that casting couch,
whole team get the cash in vast amounts,
walking round w 20’s just to pass em out,
slide your favorite prod a 20 like a valentine,
i know that he gonna pay it back in time
imma get a bag and slide that to Thyme,
cop my moms a mansion, hit a dab and recline,
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(creepysusie)
Rosepetal lips,
I be on some flips,
One blast from my shit make you do a flip,
Extended clips,
My shit need a clip,
this pack from two years ago, it still kick,
Rosepetal lips,
I be on some flips,
One blast from my shit make you do a flip,
Extended clips,
My shit need a clip,
this pack from two years ago, it made me sick,
im not in your clique, im still kickin it,
if you don’t like it you can kick me out,
im like anne hughes i be wiggin out,
i just keep it old school like calc,
i keep my shit old school, rodney dangerfield,
we aint even operating in the same field,
girl i aint playing just because i rock the game appeal,
shattered bottle shards in the road popped my rangey wheel,aye,
dont get it helix like,
im not tryna get touchy-feely tonight,
i dont know its something not feeling right,
tryna put a concept to that shape you see in the night,
ugh, its the new its the unknown,
its revenge for every single gun blown, ugh
Damn, See, I talked too much shit in the beginning, I didn't even get to finish my verse, but...
fuck me right, we're gonna keep it.
(Sin7ven)
This is how the bat gained its wings,
Flapping on the black flavored winds,
Laughing, a draft's coming in, the smoke leaving,
Another prole, sold soul even,
The hands numbing on a cold evening,
keeps getting no sleep and,
he's about to go off the deep end,
smoke rising, the folk writhing,
he hope died, when he closed eyes oh,
you can never be sure,
now the ash covering his features,
and the sheet sure feel the heat,
and the sheet, sheet, sure feel the heat,
this is how the, this is how the bat gained its wings...
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13. |
2cold
02:37
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now what the fuck is the issue?
that’s my shot it won’t miss you,
you know we really get it in, dude,
and if you don’t know then your friends do,
while i spark the purple like windu,
ginsu, sharp knife that’ll pin you,
your favorite i dont wanna be a friend to,
honestly i wouldn’t even pretend to,
i lick a shot in my torn pajamas,
strawberry snow but my shit won’t jam up,
make it stutter and ignore the grammar,
i play for keeps, but im not a scammer,
i aint a prop and im not a gramma,
write the name down, suzanna.
and thank ya for peepin the propaganda,
ill be reading your rights but im not miranda,
… this is dead bitch,
i take it back to the essence,
and i know they feel my presence,
unfold a rap like a present,
unfold a rap like a present,
for the longest i lived for the past,
but now i’m living in the present,
not to mention when the pen script,
i’ve been gifted with the power of prescience,
gettin muddy in the mentions,
devil studying lessons,
… but what’s a degree?
rappers hot but they ain’t fuckin w me,
rappers nervous but they puffin a tree,
these rappers ain’t sick, they fuckin diseased,
, dead rapper make your favorite rapper deceased,
put him in the ground like a priest,
show my teeth and then feast,
he not yeat he fuckin yeast,
he not chief keef, he mr beast,
he not mos def, he least
he get nothing for his beats,
and his punchlines is weak,
and his verses all punch-ins and they all had to be tweaked,
and he singing like roadkill like the kid flat as a b,
i really wasn’t supposed to be rapping, i just happened to be,
THIS THE THIRD FLOOR
THIS THE SHIT I HAD TO WORK FOR
IMMA GET IT LIKE IM POSED TO
DON’T BE MAD IF I GHOST YOU,
thats the shit i had to go through,
if you were in my shoes you’d fold up
baby traffic was a hold up,
what you tryna do, hold up,
my hair flowing and its beautiful,
rappin made my life a musical
i feel like parappa, goodness,
brlieve i rep sony playstation to the fullest,
im really on my shit now,
the pigs rolled past, put it out,
Bite your shit like Grimjow,
While I'm at it, put a hit out,
If you fuck with me, get down,
Deadbitch put a hit out,
Deadbitch fingernails digging into the dirt, pull a stick out,
I could get you in one round,\
But Imma get you with six round,
One hand make the whip spin out,
Baby, I ain't gonna say if I'm in town.
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14. |
Angie's Outro
01:32
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(creepysusie)
Heaven or Hell,
Don't believe in Heaven cause you're living in Hell,
Don't waste your life,
Living in hell,
What do you believe in,
Heaven or Hell?
You don't believe in Heaven cause you're living in Hell,
Don't waste your life,
I just wanna pick up a hammer,
But I might just have to pick up a hammer,
I was breaking down the radio chatter,
Sick to death of feeling like the shit I'm doing doesn't matter...
I got my own shit like everyone else,
I handle all that shit alone, never needed no help,
I know I got the skill to kill, I'm not concerned for myself,
But I don't wanna lose nobody if shit go to hell...
Heaven or Hell,
Don't believe in Heaven cause you're living in Hell,
What do you believe in? Heaven or Hell?
You don't believe in Heaven cause you're living in Hell,
Don't waste your life,
Don't waste your life.
It's the new uncharted territory,
You should show respect, it takes bravery to be an explorer,
Doesn't mean I do it for no glory,
Every time I leave the crib, tell my moms, don't worry,
I had a vision of a different position,
I feel like y'all would be a little less upset if you listened.
Don't take it from me, I'm just a known tacky,
Sippin' on a cold one, rolling but with tobaccy,
And I look like Helga Pataki,
Big coat, Mackin' on my true love, gettin' nasty...
(Is this real life?
Yeah this is real life...
You've got mail!)
(AOL)
This life is short, I'm tryna make the most,
Keep my head clear and escape the ghosts,
2AM, coming home, hope I don't wake the folks,
Fuck playin' the late show, I should be the host,
I'm sippin cosa, watch the time pass like sand straight falling through my hands, pour a nightcap,
put a record on, close my eyes while I light hash,
My whole damn life up in a iMac,
livin,
Somewhere between Heaven and Hell,
Don't believe in Heaven cause I'm livin' in Hell,
Don't waste your life,
Uh,
Uh,
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17. |
System Shock
01:52
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dog i whip the spaceship like forza,
robot shocks pump the butterfly doors up,
robot rock, casio up on my forearm,
for a verse from you i wouldn’t even pay four bucks,
hit the pavement with the camouflage war chucks,
dumb pussy shoulda been dipped now he tore up,
queer ass bitch in the cut with the quartz fronts,
rap, get a stack, kick back and pour one
roll a number like D&D
every single day the same play, different scenery,
i remember speeding in my kia, weed in my seat,
thinking how the fuck i spent so much time not being me,
s u s i e with the S to begin with
imma show love to the people that I been with,
you start little beef playin cowboys and indians,
warning: user death imminent,
your flow be all over the map like an immigrant,
im a bad bitch but i look innocent,
i love both my folks but i was raised by the internet
smokin out the basement with lucky strike cigarettes,
i cant help but interject with this intellect
every rapper ether too dumb or too grim to rec,
i know goat rappers that’ll serve you for a simple check,
still spill a verse bumping cortex in the deck,
mask on my face lookin like Kato,
politickin with the old heads like plato,
i dont really fuck w streetwear but i slay tho,
and i’ll blow your whole spot like a tornado,
Dawg I whip the spaceship like Forza,
robot shocks pump the butterfly doors up,
robot rock, CASIO up on my forearm,
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18. |
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(We gon kill you dawg)
(Sin7ven)
One sec, and an age passes,
I'm nauseous, rotting like a promise unkept for the longest,
makes me vomit in a strange fashion,
Dang, I'm the bombest, to be honest
Hex upon em for the lame stanzas,
gets applauded, slaying, though his game's lacking,
Spraying over grainy backing, getting great at payback
Rappers getting laid flat if they attack and staying mad: You're made for capping,
It's the epilogue, my dear.
See the heavy fog up here?
Another day, a SOB is preyed on by a demagogue, I fear,
Dark prophet, call a comet and a plane crashing,
Crayon in mouth I'm writing sonnets in a straight jacket,
Pretend your horrifying end is like a train crashing,
I can visualize it almost like as if it's Brain Dancing,
I'm known to rather like the dark, that's what I smash the lights,
when Hope is batting at me with those catty ass assassin's eyes,
If you ever need a rental room to rest, you're welcome rent free,
to move into my mental oubliette, it's empty,
(Suzay!!)
serpent tongue lickin the flame,
never gave a single fuck about getting no fame,
just the thought of that make me wanna spew like lemon meringue,
similar to when you hit the center reticule and ka bang!!
wasteland,
wheels on the jeep fill the air up with grey sand,
UFO politickin with the grays, man,
dance with the devil, lookin like D Gray Man
how the fuck i fill a zig zag with 1.8 grams,
adamant dust in it make the light trace paths,
kill god and snuff satan with the same hands,
i been in my bag for a minute, i completely missed rage, man,
im already on the whole next page, man.
you were sleeping, you completely missed boomslang,
we the old gods,
if you ever peeped it, you’d have nightmares,
soon as your guard’s down, turn around, ill be right there,
snake tooth aim for your neck, and i bite there,
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19. |
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(Sor Uh)
Take me back to '19,
Back when me and Ily blew this bitch up,
Robbin every scene of all their views, it was a stick up,
Uh, got em bricked up, Money out the wazoo,
ask me for a feature, I won't hesitate to block you,
You are not a god too, keep me out your league, boy
Notice there's a reason I don't fit in any scenes, boy,
uh, keep your cheese boy, can't buy me now,
you talkin' big straps, but no stacks of GP, how?
I stay heated, hangin' with my boy Mr. Bars,
I'm talkin' big big whips, can't fit my gang in the car,
I ain't no rapper, I like to think I'm more of a star,
I got more talent than you, Mr. Wonderwall-On-Guitar,
I'm like Biggie Cheese, I feel like I'm Ratirl,
I claim any bitch that I please, I'm just fine by myself,
I'd sell my soul for just a couple good rhymes,
and if I had the time I'd pay some more if I could rewind,
So I could watch myself become the GOAT and finish that grind,
Because you know I'm that bitch!
(ilysm)
Listen,
I remember bumpin' Say So in the shitbox,
If you run with criminals I promise you will get shot,
Best stop, you make them songs that bait the TikTok,
Me and Sor Uh, makin hits that combo on your hitbox,
We been smokin doobies and spittin since we were 15,
Pad thai dinners with winners, we do this shit mean,
Reading your lyrics like "What this shit mean?"
We had better bars when we started way back in '19,
And we were dogshit,
I'll smoke you if you talk shit,
Got a twink that look like Raiden sendin' photos topless,
I'm a Big Boss, my money's got me Rick Ross,
Rappers tryna beef, but all they lyrics made my dick soft,
I'm pissed off, my wrist on, it look like it got pissed on,
I'm done!!
(creepysusie)
I just woke up and got geeked on,
Had to lay her down 'cause she tried to rip the piece off,
Big big nugget of the hash, rip a piece off,
I tore my achilles jumpin' bitches like leapfrog,
Back in '19, I was bumping three songs,
Report Card, So Sick Stories, and Raedawn,
All these rappers' personalities are just sprayed on,
And they can do their thing but if they do they will get sprayed on,
In this black cape I look like Maleficent,
I been in my bag for a minute, time to represent,
Now I'm really in my element,
Scuffed ass bitch but I hit it so elegant,
Sus! (Suzay!)
Because you always keep your love,
always keep your love out of my reach,
out of my reach...
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