FTP presents 187 (feat. Slimesito & Black Kray)

187 (feat. Slimesito & Black Kray)

i hope u hate this shit vol 1

@KRAY2SICK
@SHINJU_09
@VEILONME

## WEEPIN WIT DA TEC 
GOTHMONEY 2K13 KTS GLIMESZN

BLACK KRAY AKA SICKBOYRARI ## EDWARD SCISSORHANDZ (PROD SHINJU X VEILONME)

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Lyrics:

(A Hype verse)

Yurrr, for sure, I’m in ya area, rhyming hysteria. Shit, it close to Halloween, I’m scaring ya, with off the grid type of Hype, pop the lid off the snipe. Now there’s terror in the scenario, yo. Or I can make it more PG like Trick Or Treat. For sure, I spur on when I pick a Tweet. Responses wild, far from mild, this is my style. Yurrr, all up in the air baby. Purrr, he boo’d up, Ella Mai baby. The cure to my insecure ness is less stress. How I stay a stellar slay in a world where, look at they! Ass, they took my dog and now I’m gassed. But looking through the fog I found my rebound, Bella Mae. I went from the cellar place to slew this clever ace. Like I’m a smart pitcher, A Hype a part bitcher. But not this time, I’m up in my element. Fake it ‘til ya make it? Shit, I’m telling it. How it is, the kids need a role model. And I’m not gon’ be cracking an Ol’ E, cold bottle. I’m gon’ be me and stay clean. Yurrr, for sure. I’m pure like water before humans came. Yet a blur in the grand land scheme of thangs. New plans are needed, even if few fans have heeded to it, this is that true shit, what the fuck. I just talk to talk, well that’s wassup. And like Fat Joe, all the way up. So take that yo, I’m a stay up. And to my people yelling “Yurrr”. I’m all ready right “hereee”. Let me make this “clearrr”. I’m for sure, Yurrr.

YURRR (with Yokai) (Prod. Mark Jones)

Lyrics:

Haha, yeah, uh, yo, yeah.

The honorable, the spawner of the modern flow. The on ya mark, set go of this departing jet yo, we on a flight, beyond the sight of the eyes, where ya wanna take it? I ain’t faking we can make it a surprise! We can head where ya wanna say it, lemme slay it, see, this man did his grand bid up on imagination, like right now on this brand new station, I’ve got playing for your ear clear in rotation. Uh, fuck am I saying again? I don’t know, I won’t go figure that out right now, man I’m tryna have some fun, pun times with one lines, fun rhymes and some signs that maybe I’m evolving. Devolving never, stupid, we struck luck like Cupid struck fuck and made sex happen, I’m a hex rappin’, I might curse the daily norm, ail me form, nah I sail the storm and stay at play, never ever decay, okay? Autistic mind binded wit’, slighted shit and outcasted in elementary, I outlasted that shot blasted, and got past it, now I’m rapping and acting funny bastard. Look what you made me, look what I made me. Gladly, said we, me and the A Hype fam. My type, pssh, damn fine ass and an appreciation for the chicken sandwich nation, so yo mam, that shit is mine, amass this BK gift card as a gift, I lift you up. But that original chicken will pick me up.

Original Chicken (Prod. BLKMSK)

Lyrics:

(A Hype verse)

We tapping in like a touch screen, I’m such seen, as a rapping friend but I much been, more than that, I’m sure to be at your pick up game, flicking shit like Dame, my claim is flame, I bring the pain so yo no crutch then, from my spitting tongue, I been in fun meetings in the hot tub, I got dub everywhere I lay my heavy player, ‘tude in, I’m protruding in ya house, try to chase me out I hide in holes, l’m like a mouse, erase me Tom? I’m Jerry, my rhyme ferry sick, he based since his Mom did carry his soul out and stick the landing, I’m standing a gymnast like Biles, him list his idols as ‘Pac and shout out the leader of the ROC, Hov, the heater in me is back, we know, shout out Lil Bitchass Misdemeanor, this a fiending to be legend, me and my brethren, keep deep like the reverend.

(Lil Bitchass Misdemeanor verse)

shouts out a hype bitch you know we're up
youll meet the end of my glock
leave you with more holes than spongebob

i just heard your shit man it sounds like slop
im with the bros n you know we're makin bops
pull up to the spot n bitch we're smokin up
i'm number one i'm no runner up

im w my bitch im prayin she dont leave me
never thought id see all this cash in 3d
i'm sippin on dirty arizona sweet tea
leave you dead in camp iwannapeepee

smokin on this loud bitch it got me in a haze
everyone hated now they cant help but praise
i aint a small fry im major league like faze
a hype got all these bitches in a craze

Tapping In (Feat. Lil Bitchass Misdemeanor) (Prod. patweekc)

Stackin up Bread When Im w robert People
Casting up spells Feelin Evil
Convos w Ur Bitch on my Email
your Tape's sounding Fecal
Baa baa baa U Sounding like Sheeple
Bitch Im fly like A Seagull
Fuck W quahog N We're pulling out Deagles
Drivin Round in a Beetle

3.5 Of Shrooms in a Pbj
Tryna get Wasted Like its Gta
Got this Loud N U kno I Smoke it all Day
Mess w quahog N Ull pass Away
Feelin like Lil B Im rich bitch
Bitch i was made 2 Do this Shit
Went tothe Bathroom Im Pissin
Pour up my Drank In a squirt
I Gotta nokia Phone N it twerk
Im Out here Poppin pills jus Like a Wart

Sheeple Prod. robert People

FUCK SHED THEORY !!!!!!!!

Lyrics:

You can’t Shed this Theory, you bitches better hear me clearly, I’m about to dead this white trash that yearly spread like a rash up on the scene, I mean just look at Sam, damn you fucked up Neo-Nazi fiend, Hoeyy sucked up to you, well that fucker tainted, I don’t blend fiction with fact, your diction is that, “us be bad, we ain’t it!”. Yeah, then explain Peter Thiel funding Hoeyy, abundant dough we know be from that Republican sex scandal bitch ass, rich class fuck up, I don’t suck up to ya crew, I knew ya do drugs and pose like bitches with slugs though, ya hoes, you can’t handle the truth, that your white racist fanbase is too dumb to search like a sleuth, go face this, that in the booth, besides lacking skills you just packing pills, urgent for loot, if not from Peter Thiel then you set sail on pandering, to homophobic dirt of the Earth dampering devils, you evils gotta fucking die, go fucking try. Pampering nothing, Sam a fucking obsessive pedo, can’t hide (Hyde) from that, and you mother fuckers don’t even talk clearly, it’s like congestive weirdo unit up in here, mother fucker, due! This been fair to shoot when you fucka sucka’s root for white N word users like Ricky Chix, there’s proof, get the clicks up on the links, at McDonald’s this mother fucker said it, don’t forget it, stick the pics of ya wanna be gangsta fits down the drain, Facy a wasty part of this world, yeah, and Jack Dugan dropped out of college, ya lack knowledge, yeah, who can raise awareness, we need it, yeah, so heed to this shit and don’t just praise and share this, no, do your research, the merch you buy and the music you try, is funding Sam Hyde, you fuckers should’ve damn died, hey Marlon, you see Ricky hurling that word ya heard and don’t do shit? What about that iron cross tat, I’m firin’ shots that, gots at your core issues, but really do your part, don’t be followers, fuck up these hollow blurs of the industry now gone, how long we gon’ put up with this, racist white Nazi pieces of shit, ceases, that’s it.

Oh wait that’s not it, Hoeyy you transphobic bitch, go quick in a ditch, ya mans bicflame has got a real sick aim, I don’t fuck with demons, the screamings of y’all stalking my page, don’t alert me, just insert me as I’m walking this thing, you just talking this gang bang, I don’t claim it, you pussies hang with loser abuser lames, no games, Jack on the upper west side of New York and can’t Purchase this flow I have, he will understand, I spit wonderland and do walk what I mean. Sure, base your taste on a fat drug addict scheme waste. That mug I’ve had it wit’, lace ya lean wit’ gullitine in a pill, slice ya neck, would be nice as heck, and hell is where ya dwell, see ya soon there you bitch ass racist homophobic Neo-Nazi pedo abiding siding mother fuckers.

Wham!

36julius

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