Corporate Mundo Raps (feat. Graves)

Hook: (Yoda)

Gin I'm sipping, call me Qui-Gon (Qui-Gon).
Force I'm reppin', max arms I have (I have).
Small in stature, but with big stick (hm hm hm).
Clone troopers hop off dick, will not. 

Bridge: (Yoda)

DJ Jawa, turn it up, please... If you will.

Verse 1: (Yoda)

Jedi Council, I am on.
Glimpse at Yaddle, fine she is.
Mace Windu, head is bald.
Pop me a spice, he will must.
Too many Siths, steppin' be (steppin' be). 
My midi-chlorians leave them DOA (doa). 
Asajj Ventress let me tap twice,
all my Padawans, nice be. 
Death Star with the laser beam,
in my sights, you must come clean (repent sinner).

Repeat Hook

Verse 2: (Chewbacca)

May be a runt, but look at my package.
Han and I smuggling all of the baggage. 
DJ Jawa on the beat like a savage,
lives on the desert, but he stills bring in the cabbage.
Won't let you near my bowcaster,
blast you back faster than Boba Fett's jet packer.
My Falcon's Millennium, your ego's ethereal,
Send you back to the Force if you ain't got the material.

Repeat Hook

Yoda Raps feat. Chewbacca (prod. by DJ Jawa)

Lyrics:

Verse 1:

I wanna have sex with Shaco.
That Jack in the Box can tear my asshole.
Shiv my penis in half, fear me from the back, 
and skewer me with his clone.
Disappearing and popping 'round my body.
Another jump scare, you know I'm cumming.
He took ignite and chilling smite.
My balls are on fire and my ass is ice. 

Hook:

The joke's on me.
His semen's in me.
Spitting on my meat,
I respawn in 23. 
The joke's on me.
His semen's in me.
Spitting on my meat,
I respawn in 23. 

Verse 2:

He has a fetish for the bushy bushy,
so I haven't shaved my bushy.
He planted his box inside my bussy.
Now he's feeding off of my tushy.
Ganking my bottom lane so deep,
clapping those dragon's scaly cheeks.
I liked how he met me at Baron
and forced me to tank all the damage. 

Repeat Hook

Shaco Daddy

Lyrics:

I wanna fuck Mrs. Puff in the butt raw like a mutt,
teachers petting with my cuffs in my GT-R boat.
Bloated like a cantaloupe, she swallow my load.
Mr. Krabs is jelly, my balls sweaty, but he can smash after. 
Beat her like a chiropractor, do it in her office while Patrick guards the door.
In the morning, she'll be limping, SpongeBob asking if she needs assistance,
but she won't get pregnant, or I'll buy milk at the Barg'N-Mart.
Mr. Puff is dead 'cause I killed him.
Shoved a carrot down his mouth then fed him to my children.
Promised to take care of his wife and I did... with my dick. 
Today she feeling extra prickly, she took a sick leave, 
pussy on my cock like a can of Friskies.
Flying Dutchman catch a peek, hands on his dirty sock, 
can't blame a ghost if he's got to pop. Bow!

I Wanna F**k Misses Puff

Lyrics:

Gimme the weekend.
Yeah, girl it's time to get freaky.
Yeah, you can take it or leave it.
Yeah, take it all to the face.
Haters peep my bankroll,
feds at my house, better lay low.
Hoes all in my phone, landmine.
Blunts fill the bag on the table. 
Wait, where my crew at?
Where my bae at?
Where my blunt at?
I get bans in the morning.
I get bans in the morning.
Hey, get out the way.
Man, we ain't got all day.
Pin him to the fence like MMA. 
She can leave or stay,
it ain't up to me. 
Ah ah. 
Been running up the game.
Been calling all the plays.
I make lessons not mistakes. 
Yeah, can't wait on my new check
wait on my new whip,
wait on my new click. 
Work just takes too long.
When she with me, I can't do no wrong. 
Cut snake throat like I trim my lawn.
Tick tick tick tick tick bomb. 
Ay, ripe greens all in the safe.
Ay, triple diamond shawty all splayed. 
Ay, tired of hanging at the lake.
Why don't we go straight to my place?

Triple Diamond Shawty

Hungry Pumpkin Type Beat

Hook: (Ezreal)

That was a warning shot!
None of them are this hot.
That was a warning shot!
None of them are this hot.
That was a warning shot!
None of them are this hot.
That was a warning shot!
None of them are this hot.

First Verse: (Dr. Mundo)

Mundo on the beat with Jarro Lightfeather.
Mundo call up Gwen to knit a sweater.
Mundo ask Janna for the weather,
but she wouldn't tell 'fore she rammed us altogether.

Second Verse: (Rammus)

OK, OK, alright, mm.
OK, OK, yeh, mhm.
OK, OK, alright, mm.
OK, OK, yeh, mhm, mhm.

Hook: (Ezreal)

That was a warning shot!
None of them are this hot.
That was a warning shot!
None of them are this hot.
That was a warning shot!
None of them are this hot.
That was a warning shot!
None of them are this hot.

Outro: (Mundo)

Mundo dedicates this song to all the gun toting women of Zaun.
Mundo single and ready to mingle.

Ezreal, Dr. Mundo, and Rammus Going Sicko Mode for a Full Minute

Lyrics:

Hook:
Milky Way Gas open 24/7, 24/7, open 24/7.
Black hole finished me off in seconds.
Black hole finished me off in seconds.
Milky Way Gas open 24/7, 24/7, open 24/7.
Black hole finished me off in seconds.
Black hole finished me off in seconds.

Verse:
Met a alien at the back of the Waffle House.
Intergalactic tongue with the Cherry-Baum Lipstick
stained my dick tip. Blue skin pulling my hair out:
rip, rip, rip, rip, rip another bong with me.
Too stiff like a teen male's laundry.
Loverboy; Dennis Condrey.
Midnight Black canvas the city. 
Dribble some titties like my name Kyrie.
Space pirate Nami stretching the salami.
Xylazine zombies don't alarm me, what alarms me 
is the alarming rate of drought in the Earth. Please,
don't get offended. I just want a wet bitch
gripping me tight like gravity intended.
Don't get offended. I just want a starstruck bitch
to blast off my spaceship. (AWH!)

Repeat Hook (X2)

Milky Way Gas

'Murica

Original Video:
https://youtube.com/shorts/digUCKigSh4?si=FyIGnhjAFxGX7rCa

WHAT THE FUCK IS A KILOMETER (TRAP REMIX)

Lyrics:

Verse 1:
Ay, she suck on my dick, right?
Last night nose dove into my hips, aight?
Why the fuck homies telling me this shit
like I give a fuck about their private lives.
Be a eunuch, keep your dick to yourself.
Be altruistic, keep your trophies in the attic.
Like a run-down motel, you the fat rat.
Chewing on the bloodstained mattress,
making it a habit of elaborating on your insecurities.
Gratuitous mansplaining. You in puberty?
Usually, you blame her for the meat flopping.
Not sopping, when you ain’t munching on her tropic. 
All about me, me, me. Never even asking, “Please, please please?” 
Momma said, “There’s no cure for stupid.”
Confucius said pretty much the same thing.
Jesus said…well, you get the gist of it.
But it’s only polite to say, “TMI, TMI, TMI, man. 
TMI, TMI, TMI, man. TMI, TMI, TMI, man.”

Verse 2:
Biting your wife’s good neck.
Fuck oversharing. I’m overbearing on the Karens. 
Drive by suburban areas.
Watch MILFs stroll their carriers of genomes.
Chrome all I see on forefingers.
Wring my pump handle with your marriage vows.
I’m Nosferatu: bald-headed, anorexic, anaphylactic to free women.
Dinner night on a Sunday.
Her breast make me Popeyes.
Her butt make me Buc-ee’s.
Diabetic coveter of covetation.

Nosferatu

Lyrics:

Verse 1:
Death row, old soul, 
new church, real gold. 
Peter Popoff miracle. 
Banks crashed. 
Sold soul for the bailouts. 
Can’t tell me what a handout is.
When the only thing I sell is piss.
Gods of our world can buy my kids,
and their descendants.
Even though I got white skin,
Being broke is the original sin.

Verse 2:
My Boss is Dr. Jekyll/Mr. Hyde.
His laptop has naked pictures of all his ex-wives.
Can’t get his kids this weekend because of his DUI.
And he cries, and he cries, while I brew his coffee black.
NO SUGAR! Secretary ass fat. I want a raise too.
Getting laid off next month, I’m Little Boy Blue.
Blue’s Clues, how’s my son gonna get food now?
Chew choo, my train’s coming into the gun’s snout.

Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde

The original sample for this track comes from the one and only and absolutely fire stylings of Hermeto Pascoal, as seen here:

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

Lyrics:

Hook:

Gulp it down.
Breathe underwater like a Clown, oh.
Fish for something deeper.
Swim in our thoughts for the weekend,
I need ya
to gulp it down.
Stroking and splashing in the sound, oh.
Fish for something deeper!

Verse:

Ay, fish scales wetter than a river
worm hooked on Mac Miller.
Bait and switch killer with the driller.
All the sentimental licks are drowning
with the plastics in the bloodstream.
Nightly, alligator boots reflecting off the high beams.
Low key, her catfish lips gonna bite me,
a real clingy specimen if you know what I mean.

Repeat Hook

River Wizard

Lyrics:

Chorus:

I can't help but love you.
I can't help but miss you.
I can't help but want you.
I can't help. I can't help.
I can't help but love you.
I can't help but miss you.
I can't help but want you.
I can't help. I can't help.

Bridge:

Take me tonight.
I'm addicted to your taste.
Make me high.
Pleasure. Pain.

Repeat Chorus

I can't help but love you

Original sample:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=L9dAvbm8i8Y

The Happy Man

Lyrics:

Hook:

Homie switched sides, so I fed him to the birds.
Only wants shine, so I kicked her to the curb.
Feathers in my hat, I look fly and absurd.
Him and hers backshots, yeah I make it hurt.
Homie switched sides, so I fed him to the birds.
Only wants shine, so I kicked her to the curb.
Feathers in my hat, I look fly and absurd.
Him and hers backshots, yeah I make it hurt.

Verse:

Yeah, I make it hurt. I'm a crow, what you worth?
Roger Stone, I got bones in my closet with the Dirks.
Not talking 'bout Nowitzki, Mona wetter than da Vinci,
pluck her tail, now I'm migrating down to the West Indies, ay.

Repeat Hook

Birdemic Remix

Lyrics:

Intro:

Al Capone, I run my own. 
You ain’t safe, no Auto Zone.
Home Alone, more booby than a honey trap
I got my…

Hook:

Tommy tuck. Tommy, Tommy, Tommy tuck.
Tommy tuck. Tommy, Tommy, Tommy tuck.
Tommy tuck. Tommy, Tommy, Tommy tuck.
Tommy tuck. Tommy, Tommy, Tommy tuck.

Verse:

On the streets, they call me Captain Freaky. (Captain Freaky)
Fire in your brain, and I’ll leave ya squeaking. (Like a chipmunk)
Gold lowriders, spiked tires with the pistol pistons.
When I shoot my shot, I spray and pray all the Misses.

Hook:

Tommy tuck. Tommy, Tommy, Tommy tuck.
Tommy tuck. Tommy, Tommy, Tommy tuck.
Tommy tuck. Tommy, Tommy, Tommy tuck.
Tommy tuck. Tommy, Tommy, Tommy tuck.

Outro:

Ay, ay, ay we want a gangbang.
Ay, ay, ay we want to run a train.
Captain Freaky freaking out and getting leaky.
Captain Freaky geeking out from all these ladies.
		(getting off from all these women)


Captain Freaky

Lyrics:

Verse 1:

Gyatt damn! 
Cannon with a six sage, rock solid limp mage.
Hit a third base, dungeon rage bait. 
Cage mates wanna tussle my muscle, 
Kris Kringle Tingle claps shingles.
Rock solid grilled teeth sliced snares.
Threadbare derriere. Billionaire, my high rules.
Hawk Tuah, my ring means nothin’ to ya.

Verse 2:

I won’t let you go, 
though I know the truth.
You’ve been sleeping around,
but I’m lost without you.

Gyattondorf

Lyrics:

Hook:

I got a ratchet, her diamonds they clank.
Musk in the seat; marijuana. It stanks.
Strapped with a cannon tucked below my waist.
Either way, you’ll take it all to the face.
Biblical knowledge, I make her say Grace.
Backpacking homie, he towing the safe.
I toe the line. I mind what’s mine,
which is whatever whenever it’s time.

Verse:

Which is whatever whenever it’s time.
My slime rides in the grime for the grind.
My side chick neck thick while she slides.
My home dog’s paws fat from the tithes.
Coins in the purse go clank, clank, clank.
Worms in the earth can’t see nothing.
Making profit off these bodies, 
commodities, common sophistry. 

Hook:

I got a ratchet, her diamonds they clank.
Musk in the seat; marijuana. It stanks.
Strapped with a cannon tucked below my waist.
Either way, you’ll take it all to the face.
Biblical knowledge, I make her say Grace.
Backpacking homie, he towing the safe.
I toe the line. I mind what’s mine,
which is whatever whenever it’s time.

Hook:

I got a ratchet, her diamonds they clank.
Musk in the seat; marijuana. It stanks.
Strapped with a cannon tucked below my waist.
Either way, you’ll take it all to the face.
Biblical knowledge, I make her say Grace.
Backpacking homie, he towing the safe.
I toe the line. I mind what’s mine,
which is whatever whenever it’s time.

Mrs. Ratchet

Lyrics:

Hook:

Come with me, I’ll let you ride it.
But it might not fit inside ya.
Come with me, I’ll let you ride it.
But it might not fit inside ya.

Verse:

Thick boned Starboy, pirate sipping La Croix.
Lava at my feet, I got the Molly make her Blastoise.
My women mess with cannons. Blonde trick; Samus Aran.
Six foot tall, slender, more than six feet to deliver.
Rock hard, baby clench it. Ridley with the ransom.
Contraband in transit, Mother Brain romantic, spraying my Atlantic. 
I don’t speak tough ‘cause my crew moves in silence. 
Need no broads, I’m so broad the whole world’s my vagina.

Hook:

Come with me, I’ll let you ride it.
But it might not fit inside ya.
Come with me, I’ll let you ride it.
But it might not fit inside ya.

krAIDS Put Out

Lyrics:

Verse 1:

Booty call that yiffing stall. Hole in a wall, it’s criminal 
how minimal subliminal cylindrical enemas
tail maximum platinum after numbing perfection.
Protective erection inside smooth transmutative rectums.
I’m the instructor and conductor with lessons for ya.
Music to your ears composing a fursona. 
Bona fide fursuit costs four thousand dollars,
but you’ll make holla if you tighten up my collar.

Bridge:

I ain’t nothing but a star and a fox, bro.
Deep throating Captain Mcleod Hospital.
I ain’t nothing without my boy Falco.
New Groove with the blasters, killing that Kuzco.
I ain’t nothing but a star and a fox, bro.
I ain’t nothing but a star and a fox, bro.


Verse 2:

You think you know me?
I don’t even know myself.
Überdeath in poor health.
Spoils of war. Spoiled grapevine 
around my neck is the noose of fate. 
Imperialism, I capitulate.
I don’t want to, but I got to live for a living.
Children in the desert, they die for my pleasure.
Pots and pans and electricity.
Offline would mean the death of me.

Starfurry

Lyrics:

Hook:

Bodies stiff; rigor mortis, that's a cold case.
Needle clips out of pocket like roid rage.

Bridge:

I don't need sympathy, I need payday.
Mastiff flapped jacket hides illicit insulates.

Verse 1:

You like my facial hair ticklish.
Tongue lick sweeter than licorice.
Gibberish alphabet reminisce
of ad-libs while legged-locked vigorous.
I'm not a man who's limitless,
but my munch game is commiserate.
Superbowl between the thighs,
Lombardi wishful night.

Hook:

Bodies stiff; rigor mortis, that's a cold case.
Needle clips out of pocket like roid rage.

Verse 2:

What did I say? What did I say?
What did I, what did I, what did I say?
Bankroll spray. Gang Green, Hank survival.
Healthy saliva, Ecuadorian NyQuil.
You trifling, not exciting excuse for myosin.
I'm Leviathan, Batista Bombing your next of kin.

Hook:

Bodies stiff; rigor mortis, that's a cold case.
Needle clips out of pocket like roid rage.


Samples used in production:

Toys Under High voltage - Hasbro Playskol Tickle me Elmo (Seizure Me Elmo)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jzpGCpv7McE

Elmo's World Opening Theme Song [HQ]
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Qw6RD5S3e8o

Ticklish

Lyrics:

Hook:

Just let me know. Just let me know.
Just let me know. Creeping on the low.
Just let me know. Just let me know.
Just let me know. I'll do it for a show.

Verse 1:

Backtalk to the layfolk.
They don't know nothing. They'll even say so.
Wrist froze, swole cane toad. 
I'm moist with it. I'm dangerous.

Hook:

Just let me know. Just let me know.
Just let me know. Creeping on the low.
Just let me know. Just let me know.
Just let me know. I'll do it for a show.

Verse 2:

Big greens, mouth clean, Listerine.
Packing heat; Jimmy Dean.
Steve McQueen riding dirty.
30 years oncoming, 
but I'm still feeling "So Fresh, So Clean."
OutKast that I am, even if I have no fans.

Hook:

Just let me know. Just let me know.
Just let me know. Creeping on the low.
Just let me know. Just let me know.
Just let me know. I'll do it for a show.
Just let me know. Just let me know.
Just let me know. Creeping on the low.
Just let me know. Just let me know.
Just let me know. I'll do it for a show.

LMK (just let me know)

Love hurts, but I want you to hurt me.
Time heals, so remove the knife slowly.
I wait for you to come kill me.
I wait for you to come kill me.

Love hurts, but I want you to hurt me.
Time heals, so remove the knife slowly.
I wait for you to come kill me.
I wait for you to come kill me.

Love hurts.
Love hurts.
Love hurts.
Love hurts.

Love Hurts

(I know the vocal quality is scuffed because I'm not at home.)

Lyrics:

Hook:

Counting the eggs in the basket.
I'm dicking her down on the mattress.
Live in that hole; Bilbo Baggins.
I can't stop loving her assets.
Fill the shopping cart full of diamonds.
Do as I say like I'm Simon, 
but I ain't judgemental, I'll fuck a bitch without a condom.

Verse 1:

That's just how I live stealing shit from the rich.
I ain't Robin Hood, but I'll hoodwink ya for some lotion.
Like damn, my skin is chapped as fuck, 
been out in the sun too much.
I'm like Pluto 'cause I'm still cold with sunburn.

Verse 2:

I'll step on a landmine for my bitch, (yeah)
as long as she can still suck my dick. (yeah)
I'm horny 'cause I ain't got no whip. (wha?)
Wanted me to meet her parents, so I had to dip. (yeah)

Hook:

Counting the eggs in the basket.
I'm dicking her down on the mattress.
Live in that hole; Bilbo Baggins.
I can't stop loving her assets.
Fill the shopping cart full of diamonds.
Do as I say like I'm Simon, 
but I ain't judgemental, I'll fuck a bitch without a condom.

Scream Doll Remix

Lyrics:

Hook:

The more things change, the more they stay the same.
I'm still deranged, I still light propane tanks for a hit of dopamine.
Should've dropped out of college. All this knowledge, but no profits.
All this mileage on my body and nobody wants to love it.

Verse:

Would you be mine? I got a Rollie, but I ain't got time.
Well, it is fake, but my fit is A1 
because my face is the top of the line.
Or that's what I say because I'm short and I'm poor.
Something is going for me, I am sure.
What it is yet, I don't know, but I'll find it
when you found out when I found it. (wha?)

Hook:

The more things change, the more they stay the same.
I'm still deranged, I still light propane tanks for a hit of dopamine.
Should've dropped out of college. All this knowledge, but no profits.
All this mileage on my body and nobody wants to love it.

Outro:

The more things change, the more they stay.
The more things change, the more they stay.

The More Things Change, The More They Stay The Same

Lyrics:

Verse:

What ya man, what ya man, what ya man say?
Twitter finger moving fast, that a bird brain.
Hide behind a screen all day, what a fat fuck.
Meet me on the block. I'll leave your tail tucked.
I can't afford your two cents 'cause your head inflated.
Trickle down on the pavement like Ronald Reagan.
Bonzo, hovel, turn around and grovel.
Lick the boots for your parasocial role model.
Mob mentality, net neutrality. 
Said you was a centrist, but that just white man speak.
Say, "Both sides got problems." Yeah, it's you bro.
A dog without teeth. A gun with no ammo.
Snake belly, that's the shape of your soul.
You slide on hot coals and say, "Man, ain't it cold?"
"Man, ain't it great that we got these hot coals?"
I'm too cold. I'm too cold.

Outro:

What ya man, what ya man, what ya man say?
What ya man, what ya man, what ya man say?
What ya man, what ya man, what ya man say?
What ya man, what ya man, what ya man say?

What Ya Man Say?

Lyrics:

Hook:

I'm a hound for my queen. (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'm a pound for these beasts. (*howl*)
See my cane, see my ring. (Gucci, Prada ho)
Demons follow me. (trauma, don't you know?)

Verse 1:

I'm a dog, but I bark nothing.
Kitty kitty bang, but you bang nothing.
But I bang kitty like Bang Busing.
Muffin top sloppy puffin.
Spilling tea, no discussion.
Baking bodies in the oven.

Hook:

I'm a hound for my queen. (that pussy tight)
I'm a pound for these beasts. (they whimper all the time)
See my cane, see my ring. (Versace)
Demons follow me.

Verse 2:

I don't fuck with basket cases.
Only loose ends my shoe laces.
Say some shit and you'll need braces.
Ride till I die in the ballroom slaying.
Oh, I'm royalty and loyalty means everything.
If you don't pay the tax, I'll spread that ass like Silly String.
Oh bitch, I got diamonds on my wrist.
Oh bitch, I look handsome in this fit.
Oh bitch, I'm stunting like a jit.
I said, "Oh bitch," I can't handle all your shit.

Phantom High (produced with a Black Butler sample)

Lyrics:

Hook:

I don’t really wanna know if she sliding. 
I don’t really wanna know if she riding.
I don’t really wanna know if she got another man
on the side she hiding.

Verse 1:

Talking to me on the phone and her beath is gone, 
but she ain’t a fan of cardio. 
Ask her what she doing, she said she sick at home alone. 
That’s not her coughing, it’s another man. 
What do I do in this situation?
Should I just ignore this information?

Hook:

I don’t really wanna know if she sliding. 
I don’t really wanna know if she riding.
I don’t really wanna know if she got another man
on the side she hiding.

Verse 2:

I know she too good for me. 
I don’t want her to pack up and leave.
I know she good in the sheets. 
I know she made for the streets.
I know that she knows that she’s good at everything.
Yeah, It’s about time. I’m not that guy.

Hook:

I don’t really wanna know if she sliding. 
I don’t really wanna know if she riding.
I don’t really wanna know if she got another man
on the side she hiding.
I don’t really wanna know if she sliding. 
I don’t really wanna know if she riding.
I don’t really wanna know if she got another man
on the side she hiding.

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