poppin shots,
and lots go,
These bods fold,
lockin talking,
bottles show,
They'll die slow  
    
poppin shots,
and lots go,
These bods fold,
lockin talking,
bottles show,
They'll die slow  
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What did i say bitch you know,
Where did you go no one knows,
cause a murder catch a case
Leave your life caught up in flames

What did I say bitch go insane with it,
All you had to do was be embracin it,
Make it all real and face the rain while I
Gotta pull the trigger And scream in pain, get it?

Guess I gotta watch it,
and I Guess I gotta rock it,
rockin motherfuckers they keep on talkin
They'll have to take it from me
But I won't let go so easily,
Cause I'm gonna
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poppin shots,
and lots go,
These bods fold,
lockin talking,
bottles show,
They'll die slow
  
poppin shots,
and lots go,
These bods fold,
lockin talking,
bottles show,
They'll die slow  
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I ain’t used to no beats like this
But she beating on me bad Imma hit that bitch
My tongue like a trigger it spit real quick
Spitting real ass shit sipping real ass gin

He be around ain’t doing shit
I fucked his bitch
Didn’t even try to fight
He’s a dead ass kid
That shit too funny
I be hitting the bong
But ain’t hit if it’s musty
Covid ain’t gone
Man you can’t even touch me
I’m not even sick but I’m drinking the Buckley
You ain’t no nothing but that dxm
If you take too much it’ll kill the damn man

Bitch what you know about the pills,
Bitch snorting cocaine with the fuckin bills,
I don't really care how it is but you killed,
Run up on a bitch and you know that I drilled

(Damn)
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poppin shots,
and lots go,
These bods fold,
lockin talking,
bottles show,
They'll die slow       

poppin shots,
and lots go,
These bods fold,
lockin talking,
bottles show,
They'll die slow

DIE SLOW (Feat. M-A Pipe)

METHYLPHENIDATE

STREETS

STFU

STFU (Feat. M-A Pipe)

RIPPED TO SHREDS

Ripped To Shreds (Feat. M.A Pipe)

East Side Stories (feat. M-A Pipe, G.A.S)

Cam Girl

Camgirl (Official Audio)

Next Night (Official Audio)

Messiah

I’m like dynamite
I’mma blow up
I’mma show these hoes
I’mma show up
They don’t want this smoke
I make it rain
Play the tape
Imma take the reign
I’mma blow up like a dynamite stick
I’mma blow up cause I do it like this
I’mma blow up like a dynamite stick
I’mma blow up cause I do it like this

I always knew I was different, I would count with my fingers
And I never did mix with, all the other kids properly, they all tried to be swingers
So I had to keep being a misfit and adjust to being the bringer
Of Chaos, rocking Dre and Tupac
To go about my day and get shot but still on the block
And I’m posting on TikTok but musically its not
Relevant to the top-iccaros fly to the sun

I’m like dynamite
I’mma blow up
I’mma show these hoes
I’mma show up
They don’t want this smoke
I make it rain
Play the tape
Imma take the reign
I’mma blow up like a dynamite stick
I’mma blow up cause I do it like this
I’mma blow up like a dynamite stick
I’mma blow up cause I do it like this

She just asked me who are you
I said I’m Bar Code, Who are you?
I’m the greatest in Nova Scotia
You’re a nobody, aint nobody know ya
You’re still stuck uploading onto Soundcloud
Without the basic subscription
You still get mad when your mom asks you to do the dishes
She aint bitchin man she just wants you to clean the kitchen
And get some bitches cause she doesnt want you to still  be living with her
You don’t have any rhythm either
If sucking dick was a talent, you’d have to use ether
Wait now That I think about it you might be the clear winner
And I might be geeked but I’m seething with anger
All because I’m 19 you don’t think that   my ass hasn’t got any bangers?
Now onto the top spot for bitches that’re needing cough drops
And a ride outside while the top is dropped and the AC’s on
Suffering brain damage but  I still got the drop down
Drop out, 25, 902 crowds going wild now
 the Bar Code shows sold out
Riggin this shit like a pole now

I’m like dynamite
I’mma blow up
I’mma show these hoes
I’mma show up
They don’t want this smoke
I make it rain
Play the tape
Imma take the reign
I’mma blow up like a dynamite stick
I’mma blow up cause I do it like this
I’mma blow up like a dynamite stick
I’mma blow up cause I do it like this

One more thing to know, we come from the slums
Man fuck your shoulder, I only need myself to cry on
I am a social outcast not even James gunn
Can turn me from a shunned victim and stop me from grunting
Because shit aint fair
So you just do what you gotta
And not make a lotta money from lottery poppers
10-20-30k vanished, I can spot the reluctance 
In looking into my subjects but I promise
That there’s something of substance
Its like an elixir of constant torture
And my mind keeps running laps like a orchid bush
Named George whose alcohol pouring could’ve lead to war
I’m constantly pissed at myself
I look at my wrist and think oh well, is hell that bad? 
 Is it real? I guess There’s one way to tell
But if you think I’m talking about me you’re dead wrong
I aint going anywhere, this aint my last song
I can keep on squawking until I get taken down
I’mma go out undefeated like Tyson, heavy weight crown
Yeah I’m the new champ, Who wants to step up?
Hear the crowd scream, Yeah Bars coming up
I’m the greatest in this town, And I don’t have it tucked
  put your hands in the air if you don’t give a fuck

I’m like dynamite
I’mma blow up
I’mma show these hoes
I’mma show up
They don’t want this smoke
I make it rain
Play the tape
Imma take the reign
I’mma blow up like a dynamite stick
I’mma blow up cause I do it like this
I’mma blow up like a dynamite stick
I’mma blow up cause I do it like this
I’m like dynamite
I’mma blow up
I’mma show these hoes
I’mma show up
They don’t want this smoke
I make it rain
Play the tape
Imma take the reign
I’mma blow up like a dynamite stick
I’mma blow up cause I do it like this
I’mma blow up like a dynamite stick
I’mma blow up cause I do it like this

Bouta Blow

Its that time I know
At 9 clock, we go
To the party and show
Every bad bitch there
We don’t need no pocket square
Girl you know my method is there

Yeah pull out game strong
I aint talking bout stacks
But I got a few racks
I’mma hit once I hit the bong
Don’t tell my mom that I wrote this song
With a few boys down on booth street
We made you girls move, yeah we’re grooving
Give a hawk tuah in the movie theatre
Triple thicked up just like a smoothie
Sheet these Hali girls are so welcoming
When you pour that gin and tonic, mixing it
Like another beat with m-a pipe on it
Pour some more drink, we spend the night partying
Now we all just wanna roll up
Roll another joint and just smoke up
Find a way to wind in Boca
Raton on a boat, Damn I need another shot
Make it float

Its that time I know
At 9 clock, we go
To the party and show
Every bad bitch there
We don’t need no pocket square
Girl you know my method is there

Did my first gig at the Halifax pavilion
Got a taste of life, but still I don’t drive a bens
Gotta make a milli, well damn where do I begin?
Gotta sell a few clothes And medijuana stems
I aint ever turn up with nothin
30 pre rolled, and a 30 ounce macallan
Yeah they got a mic, they’re asking what’s my talent
Well shit, I Don’t know, What’s Jimmy Fallons?
Damn that was my bad, that was outta line
Just a tad I aint gonna lie, I don’t watch prime time late night TV
I’d rather watch them snipped into bits on prime You-vine
Damn I mean YouTube, or tikTok, And then I
Hit a bitch just be I can
I’mma make a bad name for man kind
All because I showed up hammered on rye

Its that time I know
At 9 clock, we go
To the party and show
Every bad bitch there
We don’t need no pocket square
Girl you know my method is there

We can party in an empty parking lot
At the Halifax mall where the speakers pop
And before we get to start all the panties drop
Cause the Bar Code beats back and I pull back shots

(instrumental)

We can party in an empty parking lot
At the Halifax mall where the speakers pop
And before we get to start all the panties drop
Cause the Bar Code beats back and I pull back shots

(instrumental)

Its that time I know
At 9 clock, we go
To the party and show
Every bad bitch there
We don’t need no pocket square
Girl you know my method is there

Method Man

Down, down, down, down, down, down, down, down, down, down!
OK
Guess who's back?
Back again
Shady's back
Tell a friend
Whaaaaaaaa

Now everyone report to the dance floor
To the dance floor, to the dance floor
Now everyone report to the dance floor
Alright stop!.....Pajama time

Come here little kiddies, on my lap
Guess who's back with a brand new rap?
And I don't mean rap as in a new case of child molestation accusation
(AH-AH-AH-AH-AH)
No worries, papa's got a brand new bag of toys
What else could I possibly do to make noise?
I done touched on everything, but little boys
That's not a stab at Michael
That's just a metaphor, I'm just psycho
I go a little bit crazy sometimes
I get a little bit out of control with my rhymes
Good God, dip, do a little slide
Bend down, touch your toes and just glide
Up the center of the dance floor
Like TP for my bunghole
And it's cool if you let one go
Nobody's gonna know, who'd hear it?
Give a little "poot poot", it's OK! [*fart sound*]
Oops my CD just skipped
And everyone just heard you let one rip

Now I'm gonna make you dance
It's your chance
Yeah boy shake that ass
Oops I mean girl
Girl, girl, girl
Girl you know you're my world
Alright now lose it
(AH-AH-AH-AH-AH)
Just lose it
(AH-AH-AH-AH-AH)
Go crazy
(AH-AH-AH-AH-AH)
Oh baby
(AH-AH)
Oh baby, baby
(AH-AH)

Well, it's Friday and it's my day
Just to party all the way to Sunday
Maybe 'til Monday, I don't know what day
Every day's just a holiday
Cruisin' on the freeway
Feelin' kinda breezy
Got the top down, lettin' my hair blow
I don't know where I'm goin'
All I know is when I get there
Someone's gonna touch my body

Excuse me miss, I don't mean to sound like a jerk
But I'm feelin' just a little stressed out from work
Could you punch me in the stomach and pull my hair?
Spit on me, maybe gouge my eyes out? (Yeah)
Now, what's your name girl?
What's your sign?
[Dr Dre] "Man, you must be up out your mind"
DRE! (AH-AH)
Beer Goggles! Blind!
I'm just tryna unwind now I'm

Now I'm gonna make you dance
It's your chance
Yeah boy shake that ass
Oops I mean girl
Girl, girl, girl
Girl you know you're my world
Alright now lose it
(AH-AH-AH-AH-AH)
Just lose it
(AH-AH-AH-AH-AH)
Go crazy
(AH-AH-AH-AH-AH)
Oh baby
(AH-AH)
Oh baby, baby
(AH-AH)

Well, it's Tuesday and I'm locked up
I'm in jail and I don't know what happened
They say I was running butt naked
Down the street screaming
(AH-AH-AH-AH-AH)
Well I'm sorry, I don't remember
All I know is this much
I'm not guilty
They said, "Save it, boy we got you on tape
yellin' at an old lady to 'Touch my body!'"

Now this is the part where the rap breaks down
It gets real intense, no one makes a sound
Everything looks like it's 8 Mile now
The beat comes back and everybody lose themselves
Now snap back to reality
Look it's B.Rabbit!
Yo you signed me up to battle!?
I'm a grown man!
Chubba chubba chubba chubba chubba chubbie
I don't have any lines to go right here so, chubba teletubbie!
Fellas (WHAT?!) Fellas (WHAT?!)
Grab your left nut, make your right one jealous (what?)
Black girls
White girls
Skinny girls
Fat girls
Tall girls
Small girls
I'm callin' all girls

Everyone report to the dance floor
It's your chance for a little romance or
Butt squeezin' it's the season
Just go (AH-AH-AH-AH)
It's so appeasin'

Now I'm gonna make you dance
It's your chance
Yeah boy shake that ass
Oops I mean girl
Girl, girl, girl
Girl you know you're my world
Alright now lose it
(AH-AH-AH-AH-AH)
Just lose it
(AH-AH-AH-AH-AH)
Go crazy
(AH-AH-AH-AH-AH)
Oh baby
(AH-AH)
Oh baby, baby
(AH-AH)

UmMmMmm touch my body
UmMmMmm touch my body
Ooh boy just touch my body
I mean girl just touch my body

Just Lose It (Cover)

Yeah, (oh, oh), yeah yeah, oh
I feel like dancing, I feel like dancing
I smell something in the air that's making me high
I said I smell something in the air that's making me high

(OK here we go) do-re-me-fa-so-fa-so-la-ti-da-so
Lyrical rascal, kick back the Tabasco
You motherfuckers must just not know the tick-tock, so
Time to show you the most kick-ass flow in the cosmos
Picasso with a pick axe, a sick asshole
Tic-tac-toe comes with six-pack with Exacto
Knives, strangling wives with thick lasso
Big bags of the grass, Zig-Zags, I'm with the Doc, so
You know how that go, skull and the crossbones
This is poison to boys and girls who do not know
You do not want to try this at home, my lil' vato
This is neither the time nor the place to get macho
So crack a six-pack, sit back with some nachos
Maybe some popcorn and watch the show and just rock slow
It's not what you expected, not what you thought, so
'Bout time that you wake the fuck up, smell the pot smoke

It must be the ganja, it's the marijuana
That's creeping up on me, why I'm so high
Maybe it's the Henny that has gotten in me
Whatever's got into me, I don't mind
I said it's the ganja, it's the marijuana
That's creeping up on me, why I'm so high
Maybe it's the Henny that has gotten in me
Whatever's got into me, I don't mind

Your dreams are getting fulfilled, ooh I'm literally getting a chill
Spitting at will, me and Dre have just finished splitting a pill
You're submitting to skill, sitting still
I'm admitting I'm beginning to feel like I don't think anyone's real
Faced with a dilemma: I can be Dalai Lama
And be calm or bring drama, a step beyond of Jeffrey Dahmer
Please don't upset me, mama, you're looking sexy, mama
Don't know if it's the lala or the rum and Pepsi, mama
Don't wanna end up inside my refrigerator freezer
Be used as extra topping the next time I make a pizza
How many people you know
Who can name every serial killer who ever existed in a row?
Put 'em in chronological order, beginning with Jack the Ripper
Name the time and place; from the body, the bag, the zipper
Location of the woods
Where the body was dragged and then dumped
The trunk that they were stuffed in, the model, the make, the plate
And which model, which lake they found her in
How they attacked the victim
Say which murder weapon was used to do what in which one
Which knife and which gun, what kid, what wife, and which nun
Don't stop, I like this, it's fun, the fucking night's just begun

It must be the ganja, it's the marijuana
That's creeping up on me, why I'm so high
Maybe it's the Henny that has gotten in me
Whatever's got into me, I don't mind
I said it's the ganja, it's the marijuana
That's creeping up on me, why I'm so high
Maybe it's the Henny that has gotten in me
Whatever's got into me, I don't mind

When I'm behind the mic, dynamite's what it's kinda like
You're stuck with the same stick that you're tryna light
Behind the board sits Dre, legends are made this way
Isn't it safe to say, this is the way it should be?
Maybe you need some lyric syrup serum for your symptoms
Here's a dosage of the antidote now you give him some
He can give her some, she can give them some, get behind a Linn Drum
Make up a beat and cure the sucker syndrome
The spinnin' drum when it comes to lyrics and pennin' some
Starting from scratch and then ending up at the endin' of
Capable of winning a Pulitzer so unbelievable it's a
Titanium cranium that's full of sur-
Prises when the smoke rises right before your very own eyes
You stare into your stereos high
Good evening, this isn't even a weed thing
I ain't even smoke anything I ain't even drinking

It must be the ganja, it's the marijuana
That's creeping up on me, why I'm so high
Maybe it's the Henny that has gotten in me
Whatever's got into me, I don't mind
I said it's the ganja, it's the marijuana
That's creeping up on me, why I'm so high
Maybe it's the Henny that has gotten in me
Whatever's got into me, I don't mind

Must be the Ganja (Cover)

My momma doesn’t like me and neither does my dad
Isn’t it just sad that a brother cant get a pass
I know that you Hate me and  you don’t love me back
Well I ‘ll just spread my cheeks and you all can kiss my ass
Yeah my momma doesn’t like me and neither does my dad
Isn’t it just sad that a brother cant get a pass
I know that you Hate me and  you don’t love me back
Well I ‘ll just spread my cheeks and you all can kiss my ass

I break down standards like I’m a kamikaze
I break down syllables And nobody can stop me
Cause all of this controversy I’m causing
Put my life on pause - wait I’m hired? Damn you got me
Feeling like I’m B-Rabbit without the habits
Methylphenidate on my brain like I’m an addict
Mix it in some with weed, I feel ecstatic
Electricity anytime that I wreak havoc
For my name isn’t fucking Cody Lendon Acker
Fuck that guy, I’m Bar Code, the modern jacker
And by jack I mean Arnold, The governor actor,
I’m not talking Peewee Hermans Fucked up type of jacking

Yeah my momma doesn’t like me and neither does my dad
Isn’t it just sad that a brother cant get a pass
I know that you Hate me and  you don’t love me back
Well I ‘ll just spread my cheeks and you all can kiss my ass
Yeah my momma doesn’t like me and neither does my dad
Isn’t it just sad that a brother cant get a pass
I know that you Hate me and  you don’t love me back
Well I ‘ll just spread my cheeks and you all can kiss my ass

What am I supposed to do with your fucking pronouns
What am I supposed to do if I cant pronounce
Another words that comes straight out of your mouth?
Just spit on a dick, and go down on it now
And then prosecute an rapist motherfucker that won’t get the gyst of something 
What you want another kid or something? That your goofy ass can touch on
Take advantage of in any way where pushing shoving
Ends up with a body cooking in an oven
To dispose of any evidence of your hell bent wrong doing
Take another swig and hope the thoughts don’t haunt you
All because you want a friend you bash a bitch up in her head
And be shocked that she’s dead, and you wonder why

My momma doesn’t like me and neither does my dad
Isn’t it just sad that a brother cant get a pass
I know that you Hate me and  you don’t love me back
Well I ‘ll just spread my cheeks and you all can kiss my ass
Yeah my momma doesn’t like me and neither does my dad
Isn’t it just sad that a brother cant get a pass
I know that you Hate me and  you don’t love me back
Well I ‘ll just spread my cheeks and you all can kiss my ass

Fuck, Was it because of what I said?
About stabbing a bitch in her head for not giving in and when I told her,
Instead shes dialing the cops talking bout a buying a “he’s beating me pizza ”
Fuck Shit Damnit, why’d you do that, Ohhhh now You’re so dead!
I Stand this day to break the cages with waves of outrage
And cause a playdate with satan not Santa, it’s not misspelled
I am not Hannah, Montana but It feels like I’m going crazy because 

My momma doesn’t like me and neither does my dad
Isn’t it just sad that a brother cant get a pass
I know that you Hate me and  you don’t love me back
Well I ‘ll just spread my cheeks and you all can kiss my ass
my momma doesn’t like me and neither does my dad
Isn’t it just sad that a brother cant get a pass
I know that you Hate me and  you don’t love me back
Well I ‘ll just spread my cheeks and you all can kiss my ass

Mama Doesn't Like Me

Two trailer-park girls go 'round the outside, 'round the outside, 'round the outside
Two trailer-park girls go 'round the outside, 'round the outside, 'round the outside

Guess who's back, back again
Shady's back, tell a friend
Guess who's back
Guess who's back
Guess who's back
Guess who's back
Guess who's back
Guess who's back
Guess who's back

I've created a monster
'Cause nobody wants to see Marshall no more
They want Shady I'm chopped liver
Well if you want Shady, this is what I'll give ya
A little bit of weed mixed with some hard liquor
Some vodka that'll jump-start my heart
Quicker than a shock
When I get shocked at the hospital by the doctor
When I'm not cooperating
When I'm rocking the table while he's operating (hey!)
You waited this long now stop debating
'Cause I'm back I'm on the rag and ovulating
I know that you got a job Ms. Cheney
But your husband's heart problem's complicating
So the FCC won't let me be
Or let me be me so let me see
They try to shut me down on MTV
But it feels so empty without me
So come on dip, bum on your lips fuck that
Cum on your lips and some on your tits and get ready 'cause this shit's about to get heavy
I just settled all my lawsuits
Fuck you, Debbie!

Now this looks like a job for me so everybody just follow me
'Cause we need a little controversy
'Cause it feels so empty without me

I said this looks like a job for me so everybody just follow me
'Cause we need a little controversy
'Cause it feels so empty without me

Little hellions kids feeling rebellious
Embarrassed, their parents still listen to Elvis
They start feeling like prisoners, helpless
'Til someone comes along on a mission and yells "bitch"
A visionary, vision is scary
Could start a revolution
Polluting the air waves a rebel
So just let me revel and bask
In the fact that I got everyone kissing my ass
And it's a disaster
Such a catastrophe for you to see so damn much of my ass
You ask for me?
Well I'm back
Fix your bent antennae
Tune it in and then I'm gonna enter in
And up under your skin like a splinter
The center of attention back for the winter
I'm interesting, the best thing since wrestling
Infesting in your kid's ears and nesting
Testing attention please
Feel the tension soon as someone mentions me
Here's my 10 cents my 2 cents is free
A nuisance, who sent, you sent for me?

Now this looks like a job for me so everybody just follow me
'Cause we need a little controversy
'Cause it feels so empty without me
I said this looks like a job for me so everybody just follow me
'Cause we need a little controversy
'Cause it feels so empty without me

A tisk-it a task-it
I'll go tit for tat with anybody who's talking this shit, that shit
Chris Kirkpatrick you can get your ass kicked
Worse than them little Limp Bizkit bastards
And Moby
You can get stomped by Obie
You 36 year old bald-headed fag blow me
You don't know me
You're too old
Let go
It's over, nobody listens to techno
Now let's go, just give me the signal
I'll be there with a whole list full of new insults
I've been dope, suspenseful with a pencil
Ever since Prince turned himself into a symbol
But sometimes the shit just seems
Everybody only wants to discuss me
So this must mean I'm disgusting
But it's just me I'm just obscene
No, I'm not the first king of controversy
I am the worst thing since Elvis Presley
To do black music so selfishly
And use it to get myself wealthy (Hey)

There's a concept that works
20 million other white rappers emerge
But no matter how many fish in the sea
It'd be so empty without me

Now this looks like a job for me so everybody just follow me
'Cause we need a little controversy
'Cause it feels so empty without me
I said this looks like a job for me so everybody just follow me
'Cause we need a little controversy
'Cause it feels so empty without me

Without Me

Between The Lines (Demo)

These voices
They follow
My Choices
They’re hollow
So before you put that hollow point up to my head

These voices
They follow
My Choices
They’re hollow
So before you put that hollow point up to my head

These voices in my dome, they’re screamin’, schemin’, wildin’,
One’s an angel with a halo, the other’s straight-up violent.
“Put the barrel down, homie, you don’t need that trigger!”
But the devil’s all  like, “Squeeze it, make the world feel bigger!”  

I’m pacin’ in this cage, my brain’s a warzone, tragic,
Conscience flippin’ like a coin, heads or tails, it’s drastic.
“You got a kid at home, man, think about her laughter!”
But the shadow’s saying, “End it quick, no hereafter!”  

My choices are Hollow like the shells in this clip,
Every step I take’s a stumble, man, I’m bound to slip.
“Yo, you’re better than this, rise above the pain!”
But the dvils  like, “F*ck it, put that bullet in your brain!”  

I’m sweatin’, heart’s racin’, pulse is off the meter,
Angel’s beggin’, “Find redemption, be your own damn leader!”
But the other voice is cold, like, “Ain’t no savior comin’,”
“Pull the trigger, join the void, keep the reaper runnin’!”  

These voices
They follow
My Choices
They’re hollow
So before you put that hollow point up to my head
You just best consider that I’m l already dead
These voices
They follow
My Choices
They’re hollow
So before you put that hollow point up to my head
You just best consider that I’m l already dead

I’m poppin’ pills, room spinnin’, lights a neon blaze,
Bass thumpin’ in my chest, I’m lost in purple haze.
“Man, this high’s electric, you’re a king, embrace the rush!”
But my conscience screamin’, “Fool, you’re dancin’ with the dust!”  

Snort a line, I’m flyin’, feelin’ like I own the night,
Crowd’s a blur, I’m god, man, every vibe feels right.
“Keep it rollin’, chase the dragon, let your soul ignite!”
But the angel’s like, “You’re crashin’ soon, this ain’t your fight!”  

Heart’s racin’, palms sweaty, I’m a star, then I’m a shell,
Love the rush, but hate the fall—man, this feels like hell.
“Double down, keep chasin’, let the high burn through the pain!”
But my soul’s like, “You’re breakin’, can’t outrun this chain!”  

Nose bleeds, vision blurs, I’m dancin’ on the edge,
King one tick, then nothin’, teeterin’ on the ledge.
“Ride the wave, stay numb, let the party set you free!”
But the truth’s like, “You’re dyin’, trapped in your own spree!”

Hollow (Voices) - (Demo)

LYRICS:

Take em’ off here
Drop to the floor
Shake that ass bare
Without Closing that door
When you shake it like that
I think you’re a master
You can make my hands clap
50 dollars cage worth
——————————————
Put your hands up
Up in the air
Do it no hands
Yeah make that skirt flair
Come on do your dance
You could be asian, black or white
If you got a Darriar to prance
Then just shake it right
I bring the sounds back
That make your sisters ass bounce
I could make it earthquake
Codeine, check my bank account
I make your girl drip
She asks is this Akon
You have to say yes
Or she’ll be in my phone
“I can’t wait to see ya
Bounce it at the meet and greet
I hope my man don’t see us”
This chicks a bop a diva
And I aint talking overwatch
Tho Divas pretty hot
if she’s wearing Latex
I guess I can lose the plot
When you hear the bass
Does it make you wanna drop
Shit I feel like racka racka
We’re rocking I aint hear stop
Saint laurent jeans on
this gone be her theme song
I done took her to prom
Then I beat that ass up 
———————————————
Take em’ off here
Drop to the floor
Shake that ass bare
Without Closing that door
When you shake it like that
I think you’re a master
You can make my hands clap
50 dollars cage worth
Put your hands up
Up in the air
Do it no hands
Yeah make that skirt flair
Take em’ off here
Drop to the floor
Shake that ass bare
Without Closing that door
————————————————
Lace on at the club
Put your cups up
Buying every girlie shots
Shit I think this girls shorter than me
That’s okay cause I don’t care bout money
You can have em flying, calling you my honey
She wants a yacht but I got a boat
She said she wants a pool
But we’re on the ocean
I bought an island
Its got tunnels  on it
I can lead my ladies
Through them without a list
Fireworks are going off 
Hope we don’t get attention
Said Bar go soft
I forgot to mention
I rock the boat hard
Wanna sway it both ways
Hit the millie rock
I think her names sha-nae-nae
In church she prays
To god she’ll say
“Give me dick
I’m on my knees anyway”
She can do it no hands
The way her mama taught her
She just sprained her leg
I think she needs a doctor
Now
————————————————
Take em’ off here
Drop to the floor
Shake that ass bare
Without Closing that door
When you shake it like that
I think you’re a master
You can make my hands clap
50 dollars cage worth
Put your hands up
Up in the air
Do it no hands
Yeah make that skirt flair
Take em’ off here
Drop to the floor
Shake that ass bare
Without Closing that door
Take em’ off here
Drop to the floor
Shake that ass bare
Without Closing that door
When you shake it like that
I think you’re a master
You can make my hands clap
50 dollars cage worth
Put your hands up
Up in the air
Do it no hands
Yeah make that skirt flair
Take em’ off here
Drop to the floor
Shake that ass bare
Without Closing that door



Do It (No Hands)

Take em’ off here
Drop to the floor
Shake that ass bare
Without Closing that door
When you shake it like that
I think you’re a master
You can make my hands clap
50 dollars cage worth
——————————————
Put your hands up
Up in the air
Do it no hands
Yeah make that skirt flair
Come on do your dance
You could be asian, black or white
If you got a Darriar to prance
Then just shake it right
I bring the sounds back
That make your sisters ass bounce
I could make it earthquake
Codeine, check my bank account
I make your girl drip
She asks is this Akon
You have to say yes
Or she’ll be in my phone
“I can’t wait to see ya
Bounce it at the meet and greet
I hope my man don’t see us”
This chicks a bop a diva
And I aint talking overwatch
Tho Divas pretty hot
if she’s wearing Latex
I guess I can lose the plot
When you hear the bass
Does it make you wanna drop
Shit I feel like racka racka
We’re rocking I aint hear stop
Saint laurent jeans on
this gone be her theme song
I done took her to prom
Then I beat that ass up 
———————————————
Take em’ off here
Drop to the floor
Shake that ass bare
Without Closing that door
When you shake it like that
I think you’re a master
You can make my hands clap
50 dollars cage worth
Put your hands up
Up in the air
Do it no hands
Yeah make that skirt flair
Take em’ off here
Drop to the floor
Shake that ass bare
Without Closing that door
————————————————
Lace on at the club
Put your cups up
Buying every girlie shots
Shit I think this girls shorter than me
That’s okay cause I don’t care bout money
You can have em flying, calling you my honey
She wants a yacht but I got a boat
She said she wants a pool
But we’re on the ocean
I bought an island
Its got tunnels  on it
I can lead my ladies
Through them without a list
Fireworks are going off 
Hope we don’t get attention
Said Bar go soft
I forgot to mention
I rock the boat hard
Wanna sway it both ways
Hit the millie rock
I think her names sha-nae-nae
In church she prays
To god she’ll say
“Give me dick
I’m on my knees anyway”
She can do it no hands
The way her mama taught her
She just sprained her leg
I think she needs a doctor
Now
————————————————
Take em’ off here
Drop to the floor
Shake that ass bare
Without Closing that door
When you shake it like that
I think you’re a master
You can make my hands clap
50 dollars cage worth
Put your hands up
Up in the air
Do it no hands
Yeah make that skirt flair
Take em’ off here
Drop to the floor
Shake that ass bare
Without Closing that door
Take em’ off here
Drop to the floor
Shake that ass bare
Without Closing that door
When you shake it like that
I think you’re a master
You can make my hands clap
50 dollars cage worth
Put your hands up
Up in the air
Do it no hands
Yeah make that skirt flair
Take em’ off here
Drop to the floor
Shake that ass bare
Without Closing that door

Do It (No Hands) *Clean Verison)

Lean In My Cup (REMASTERED)

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