Lyrics 

First and foremost 
Just lemme finish this
interracial porno
Iittle blonde girl gettin run
By dudes in corn rows
Lookin small but she a pro hoe,
On all fours but all grown
Taking on four bones
On her own 
with her throat, yo
Oh no, why u zooming in 
On cornholes with the go pro?
Money shot in slow mo
Still no homo
I done told y'all, bbc
but there's no Attenborough
Get a pizza this
not delivery it's digiorno.

Flippin da tippity top of the tongue
Cziggidy czech won
Gonnabe bringin da funk
Spittin a bit of da spunk
from the tip of the trunk 
onto the tongue

Girl u know that i been gully
Here put on the skimask
When u down to give me skully 

Cziggidyczechin n wreckin it killin it
Not even Breakin a sweat 
when im fillin them 
walls with this mandingo 
dick balls deep, 
Hittin it from the side front back 
and oblique
Girl who u callin a freak,
critiquing my technique

Dont make me hafta
regulate that ass 
like glass steagall, hoe,
we know the code
From your wifi 
to the penal, 
so u betta hide ur daughters
Calm ur girl and ease her keigels
Becauz that shit is mine 
like im a finding nemo seagull

Evil like Attila,
the great naked ape 
grape ape like Magilla 
gorilla booty killer, 
the nine and a half inch deep punani  filler
Dispensing ropey gobs 
of hair gel like Ben Stiller

Make that ass gape,
Super dooper
Wear a cape 
when i do her
call that pussy das efx 
straight out the sewer
Mic check 1 2 ah
These words never been truer
Deez nuts done did a tour
of doody 
in dat booty Shooby dooby
Tell me where ur crew be?
I know where ur girl be
On my couch 
face down ass up 
begging do me
Straight out of juvie
Pussy bushy like a Jew fro
Time to work that ass 
Get her squealin like a chew toy

Callin out to jesus
Jesus she a freak
every time i slap that ass 
she turn the other cheek
Off the top rope Iron sheik
Royal rumble with the dick
Tag team Nikolai 
Volkov the bolsheviks 
the balls she licks supports her kids
She subordinate so the orphanage
Dont call em in immoral
Yes of course it is
The horror
But we both erect 
like obelisks 
And all of this 
she takin 
like a star 
in the makin
No mistaking 
the kind of hoe she is

Booty Killa (explicit)

No Stress (lyrics)

1212 microphone check,
Started from the bottom 
like a totem from the Toltecs
Now im sky high 
but lay it down
like a doorstep
With flows that are tighter 
than a fat bitch's corset

Like, whoa 
before you get offended 
get in line
got a caravan of Karens 
Guaranteed mostly caucasian 
who be caring
What I can say
And I can't say in my rhymes
I'm about to drop the n-word 
with a hard E.R.

You bunch of Naggers
I'm calling out like
every single one of you
I'm seeing Red,
Now I know just what I gotta do
Freedom over truth
How can you be so obtuse
Feel like I am talking to 
Warden Norton

Nah, im not nonsensical 
Plus the wordplay is impeccable
Makin their eyes twitch
doing damage that's irreparable
So pick the phobe or ist that u feel  fits and is most terrible
The uncontrollable variable
Up in this bitch

See it's no stress, 
I'm high def they low res
Disturbing with the prose
Plus my flows are gorgeous
The mob is coming after me
They lighting torches, 
Cuz my content sicker than a terminal prognosis

Thugs show love
And wu is for the children
I don't belong here
I'm built different
I keep it moving
not talking about distance
Don't bother with the
Epistemi logically listless
Still handling business
On the earthly plane
Plain Jane with the look and Name
Hip to the game
If the rabble wanna battle
I pull em out the frame
Still treat em like a brother
Like abel did to Kane

You want to snuff my candle 
you got nothing to gain
Now u stumbling
In pitch black
All cuz of a sick track
Here's some knowledge 
next time it's tit for tat
Try humblin
U ain't got that hunger
ur stomach ain't rumbling
So why u wanna rumble
Like a rumble pack
I'm a thundercat
When on the track
Get off my dick
U just a lyin hoe, yo
It Must be a sort of omen
How i spit and keep ya open
Jaga memory
With a style so dope and 
potent when i flow 
that's why it's

No stress, I'm high def they low res
I'm the host with the most 
Plus my flows are gorgeous
The mob is comin after me
They lighting torches, 
Cuz my content sicker than a terminal prognosis

haters squirm like germs 
killin them on contact
When i get on a bomb track with
A flow that be on tap
My shit is beyond rap
Don't even bother pointing out the contrast just get on that
Critics get off my back
I need health insurance quick
Im ready to pay a surgeon to separate you all from my dick
Who's gonna find the 
process more traumatic
These hos cuz i dunham like a jalapeno on a stick

Brothers tell your sisters
im an overweight lover
Got a heavy D
Get ready 
i can stuff em like a duffle
Where my sisters
Single ladies
I be flowing like Euphrates
On the
M i c r o p h o n e
Good and plenty
Any body wanna test this like a 
G. R. E. i really think it's 
best they reconsider 
See i been touchin the mic 
since Before 
monie in the middle
So tell me what the trouble is
These haters tryina stop us
Everyday since we were little but its

No stress, I'm high def they low res
I'm the host with the most 
Plus my flows are gorgeous
The mob is comin after me
They lighting torches, 
Cuz my content sicker than a terminal prognosis

No Stress (Produced by Sevenwordz Productions)

Lost Ones (Lyrics)

There's no ghetto here
Not by a long shot
Upper middle class suburbia
Still I'm serving ya
Still preserving the
Essence
not entirely
a liar be
I
to tell u something different

Lyrically vociferous
on point like some nipple rings
like to keep my distance
and focus on the simple things

Represent the culture
not at all there is no passion
To boast about the hood
And its dire circumstances

There's a shared history
but no longer a mindset
You're waiting for a check
I got it covered like Verizon

Look, i talk shit like I'm straight up out the gutta but i gotta carve a little garden out and live a life, because, uh

Yes I've been there,
i aint been back
check the syntax
Bitch i spit facts
Used to walk past
Big Pun
Big L
Murals on the walls of
Open city prison cells
Little skinny white boy
Belly of the beast
You ain't living the real
unless you suffer
that is some disease
What you trying to do
Glorify or overcome
You might win some,
but you're just lost ones

No longer adjacent
New me I'm embracing
Kid knows her multiplication
Steady occupation
Your boy done paid in full
Able to get the paper
that is no longer debatable
Send a text I'm unavailable

So let me say verbatim
They want entertainment
To play pretend
and you done paid em
with beats rhymes and life
Worse than any sellout
you need to get the hell out
The bottom fell out
You don't catch a falling knife

Talk about
Who the goat, who the nicest
But
Blind to ur own bias
Believing the binds tie us
Lies! It's nothing nice when
Left to their own devices, it's
Crisis on the level of
the lord of the flies

Rollin Dice but with life
Nothing to be proud of
Something to climb out of
look to the sky
There's spiders in ya mind
conspiring to silence
the voice trying to tell you
that you live in an asylum

Yes I've been there,
i aint been back
check the syntax
Bitch i spit facts
Used to walk past
Big Pun
Big L
Murals on the walls of
Open city prison cells
Little skinny white boy
Belly of the beast
You ain't living the real
unless you suffer
that is some disease
What you trying to do,
Glorify or overcome
You might win some,
but you're just lost ones

I understand some of the challenges you're facing
Who needs the light when it's cheaper in the basement
But perspective is dependent
on location
All i see is birds in open cages

James said it best
man he kept it on the level
Brothers need jobs
Not dances with the devil
Don't wanna settle
u all rebels
But channel all that energy
to city streets
Ur killin me
I live in peace and kill these beats

U feeling me?
Of course not
I'm pulling all stops
I'm giving no props
Afraid to go pop?
What the hell u afraid of
Already been through the ringer
if u can make it there then u can make it where minds differ

Wanna blowup
be a cruise missile
Bring ur crew with you
Quit assuming that
it's too late
and it's too little,
Everything is better
even cubicles
Do it for
you, cuz
Success is
congruent
To what u
grew into

Yes I've been there,
i aint been back
check the syntax
Bitch i spit facts
Used to walk past
big Pun
Big L
Murals on the walls of
Open city prison cells
Little skinny white boy
Belly of the beast
You ain't living the real
unless you suffer
that is some disease
What you trying to do,
Glorify or overcome
You might win some,
but you're just lost ones

so stay the f*ck out of the ghetto

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