Ugh Breeze

Dump The Clip Freestyle

Produced By: Hattman

Lyrics:
You can find me locked up tight in your bathroom;
Sittin' in the corner on the floor, throwin' vicadin at you;
Come any closer, I'll bite you in half dude;
High on bathsalts, leave you face down on the fuckin' asphalt;
I'm higher than a fuckin' astronaut blastin' off;
I'm raising Hell, the roof, and a couple casket tops;
You best be fuckin backin' off;
You think I'm slackin', naw;
Take time to make it perfect or don't fuckin' rap at all;

Verse 1:
Ok so basically, there's no mistake I'm baked, brain vacancy;
It took a vacation, left me a tape, just to say it hated me;
Which ain't phasin' me, never used the fuckin thing anyway;
My thoughts hurt like lazer beams;
Crosswords are afraid of me;
I rhyme not very neighborly;
What I say isn't make beleive;
If it isn't there, than I'll make beleif;
Represent Canada like a maple leaf;
Close to Nova Scotia's coast is the place to be;
Wrote this fuckin' rhyme on a hankercheif;
From now on I'll be actin';
Like I'm the mother fuckin' captain of this rappin';
Back in action, with that Hatt attackin' fashion;
Send 'em to the chiropractor while I hide my laughter;
Been at the bottom for a while;
Now it's time that I start climbin' faster;
Turn into a hyper active psychopath that'll slice you bastards; 
With a mother fuckin' knife that's backwards;
Send you to the afterlife, got an appetite for disastor;
Happy to write like a cracker;
Pass the mic to the master;
If you want beef, better be black n' white in the pasture;

Chorus:
For half the night I'm a rapper;
The other half I'mma massacre;
You bastards just for actin' tough;
Or claiming that you rappin' even half as rough as us;
We gon' have us a tussle mother fucker;
Put my foot so far up your ass, it'll crack your fuckin' back muscles;
If I could go to the past;
I'd change everything, so I wouldn't have troubles;
Maybe I should have died in those car accidents;
Unfortunatly, I'mma be the last of us;
Without a happily ever after, that just sucks;
Yo I gotta ask, can I get a rap Brothers?;

Verse 2:
yeah you gotta nack brothers & you know it,
but feelin lackluster got it seemin hopeless,
fuck it, im devoted this my moment 
I'm locked & loaded with potent quotes for all opponents,
hatt man lets smoke these rodents into roaches,
if they haven't noticed, damn that hatt's ferocious,
we rollin stoned close to overdosin but no jokes goin raw, fuck em
no trogan, 
hold it, we aint splittin seas no moses, we just splittin trees,
mixed with nicotine like real bosses, feel nauseous so sick im fenna a vomit
some comments with contents so complex,
all they'll hear is nonsence, but dawg this word is godsent
read between the lines and you'll know this kids a smart one,
after I tried & thrived to be awesome, I've realized I have the drive of 10 oxen

Chorus:
For half the night I'm a rapper;
The other half I'mma massacre;
You bastards just for actin' tough;
Or claiming that you rappin' even half as rough as us;
We gon' have us a tussle mother fucker;
Put my foot so far up your ass, it'll crack your fuckin' back muscles;
If I could go to the past;
I'd change everything, so I wouldn't have troubles;
Maybe I should have died in those car accidents;
Unfortunatly, I'mma be the last of us;
Without a happily ever after, that just sucks;
So I fill up my flask even though I drank that doubled;

Verse 3:
We're the sickest bitch, you're missin' it come witness it;
Before I could picture it when I was spittin' n' no one was listenin';
I live in anticipation, I sit n' wait n' rip the tapes;
Sometimes I put my dick in your face n' piss in your braids;
Me n' Rulz are vicious machines, shit'll get strange;
Better stay outta my range when the missles aim;
Officially trained to be insane, bitches all yo shit's the same;
Hip-Hop isn't dead yet, but it isn't saved;
That's what we're here for;
Send these whack rappers to the airport;
If you're askin' god to drop rap in your lap, stop livin on a prayer boy;
Get out there and get airborn;
I'm talkin' to myself 'cause ain't nobody else there for him;
Someday I'll be in paradise, with a pair of dice;
But for now I got a pair of scythes, covered in parasites;
I keep these motha fuckas terrified;
Bear in mind, bitch I spit venom that can't be sterilized;
Maybe that's why Hattman don't get no fuckin' airtime

Happily Ever After (Feat. Cha-Rulz)

Untitled Beat 14

Produced By: Hattman

Lyrics:

Verse 1:
People will use you, abuse you;
But don't let 'em stop you, from doin' what you choose to;
This track's something I'm not used to;
'Cause I'm not seein' the homies like I used to;
Nowadays I don't even fuckin' know who's who;
I got the blues, but I see red;
Shh, that's a secret, this Isn't, I'm a reject;
Never been given any respect from anyone;
If you got any happiness could you lend me some?;
'Cause this mood I'm in is deadly, run;
Stay clear of me, apparently they all wanna;
Now I see in clarity, you're not a homie if you're always tryin' to embarrass me;
Then act like a friend, they fuck with mental polarity;
So I don't know who to trust, and it's scarein' me;
All these people stare at me, glare at me, no matter where I be;
I look like shit, I'm broke as fuck, but I don't need no charity;
I'm tryin' to get my bearings straight;
Stareing right in the face of death;
Don't know how many ecsapes I have left;

Chorus:
We gotta' start lookin' after one another;
'Cause not a lot of people got our backs in this muh' fucka;
If they say they do, how do we that it's true?;
Best believe that people will leave you; (X2)

Verse 2:
Mom can't support me, n' dad doesn't want me;
I can't find a job n' I'm runnin' out money;
My cousin say's he's got me;
But I ain't gettin my hopes up;
'Cause my life is so fucked;
If I didn't have bad, then I would have no luck;
I know I'm gonna' be out on the street, in the cold stuck;
In the middle of the road, nowhere to go, oh Fuck!;
What now?, I'm really in a rut now;
I feel abandoned, god gave me life than he damned it;
I'm sittin' down, 'cause I can't stand it;
Now I'm fuckin' famished;
Runnin' outta' food 'cause I didn't plan this, transition;
But the transmission of my flow to the beat;

Chorus:
We gotta' start lookin' after one another;
'Cause not a lot of people got our backs in this muh' fucka;
If they say they do, how do we that it's true?;
Best believe that people will leave you; (X2)


People Will Leave

Crazy violin-heavy beat by Ear2ThaBeat at Shadowville Productions

Shout out to DLoyaL for mixing

Dilly Ribz - Knock Out [mixed By DLoyaL]

Diggy feat.sewer -dirty lil secret

This is a sort  of funny track I decided to make with my buddy when we were bored in the middle of the night, basically sums itself up lol. It's a Parody-style remix of Young, Wild and Free by Snoop Dogg and Wiz Khalifa. Enjoy, hope it gives you a bit of a laugh. Rest In Peace, Victor.

DillyRibz - Young, Wild and Free Remix

Thanks to everyone who enjoys this, every listen helps, please follow me on twitter at JCSpitsRaw to keep posted. Shout out to DansonnBeats

LYRICS

(verse one)

gotta stop the hatin 
haters hate my dick 
it's spits fire like satan 
you think babe you've had enough 
fuckin and shakin and breakin her leg 
fuckin take it like a monster n ravenger
I fuck hard to the top 
got my dick fuckin up N stabbin her
you be the Lucy 
I be the Mac 
mackin on this bitch 
back tackin & sackin & stackin
in the the back 
where you ain't no comeback kid
you be the candle 
I be the wind 
I'll put out your fire
along with your innocence
ain't no pussy like a fuckin fisherman 
I roll through town like a monster truck
blazin in my path highway to hell
this shits gotta be hot as fuck
you was sent from god
sign from above 
fait to destroy my faith
does this must include 
the deconstruction of the fuckin human race 
while cardiac arrest was still sittin on debate
we both know it was just me sent to the wrong time and place
time travella bedalzza ya high as fuck floatin in open space
I'll kill this mic CSI be forced into a cold case
while mother fuckers still see how suicidal I am 
when I got this master plan right in the palm of my hand
along with words of wisdom
put the piston into ignition
grab my pistol n whip em
we'll be seein who miss em
I speak of fact and not fiction
I take this loose pussy N fist it
my dick will be your addiction
and there ain't no fuckin restriction
fuck food, fuck school
and fuck me and fuck you
droppin this beat off in jump street 
I'd say you gotta fuckin attitude
it's okay you you can't take it like a man in your own ways
I'd envy me too
if getting your dick sucked ment gettin paid
that's a secret you gotta take to the grave
or I'll take a skillet and peel back your face 
in hell it's your soul that must be saved

(verse two)

call me doctor Satan 
step into my operation station
if it's vacant 
if it's occupied stop and wait 
while the bass drops I'll chop your face off
and rock the nation
mother fucker you ain't shit like constipation 
if it's any consolation 
you can see my name up in the constilations 
I'm a star in the dark
been that way since the first weed spark
Cody's heart is made of iron man Tony Stark 
what I represent on earth is the moldy part
have each and every limb
on your body pulled apart
everybody's screaming we can never win
heads are what I'm severin
I'm just melevelant
but I don't exist without a shred of evidence
nope no sir I'm not hesitant
I'm a menace
this is just stupendice shit herendis yes
so do you comprendez bitch
I'm havin a mental trip
I'll be fine but every time my head dents a bit
either me the pen or the pencils sick
I think it's me I'm sensing it
you don't even know
but my mind you just entered it
wow what a scary place
this is hell no perily gates
demons run the church it's fake
we've been lied to by a dirty serpent snake
no matter what you think or say this verse is great
if your asking why I rap this way it's probably cause I'm cursed okay
you already no my fate it's Kurt Cobain
my face is full of pure cocaine
looks betray but I'm full of rage
my rein it will sustain
my brain is almost fully trained
anger is my middle name
I'm a little strange and I act like it'll be contained
then I wake and don't remember a thing
surrounded by blood mounted high up 
shrouded by black clouds but
it's the cats meow, WHAT!
"Hatt you sound fucked"
don't like it don't listen to it
it isn't stupid this is fluid
you are who is ruined and you knew it
we're more then hard to kill
we're going hard as hell
your body disapears in the mountain up in Harbourville
then your served fresh at the next bar N grill
I'm hungry yea I'm starvin still
fuck with me and karma will alarm ya
are ya like stupid sir
I'm a white Lucifer
goosin 'er
mind spaced out like Jupiter

Dr. Satan Feat. Hattman

Finally Finished Hellbound feels like it took forever

Produced by: Gerard C. Baker

Lyrics:

(Verse 1:)

It's a blast from the past, bringin' it back with a quick attack rap;
Ain't no one as sick as that Hatt, if you don't like it you can kiss my ass;
I been drunk for a few days 'least that's what you say;
I don't give a fuck wake me up on doomsday;
Can you tell now that I'm hellbound;
My flow is the shit if you can smell sound;
World wide meltdown, I'm so high I never fealt ground;
Don't intend to, spend too much time with my mind in the rhyme;
My fine tip pen writ signs I'm a revenant; 
Back from the dead to turn your head red n' shit;
I rock like sedimate, try n' stop it's inevitable;
The letters are incredible, these competitors are edible;
I need my med's so I don't kill em' all;

Chorus:

I see the light at the end, but every time I take a step it gets dim;
Tell me this is hell we're livin' in; 
If so heaven's gotta be better but if we're hellbound whatever let's go down (X2)

(Verse 2:)

Half man, half machine;
Develop energy when I smoke a mass of weed;
I'm actually, telepathically smashin' gravity, time, and speed;
So I can be fly in no time in the lead;
In the league of a new breed;
See it's easy, addictive as nicotine G;
If you disagree I'll break your knee and sell it on Kijiji;
Believe me if you see me flee, far from the street;
I got more bars than I need,
I'm a retard with the beats and the speech;
I will creep, creep;
While you sleep in the sheets if you beefin' with me;
'Till I got shot in the head, bled, and laid dead; 
Shouldn't of been me, should of been K-Fed;
Now me and Satan gotta break bread;
I thought I was with the angels, to my amazement flames spread;
everythangs red so instead....;

(Chorus)

Verse 3:

I ain't done yet, keep it comin' 'till the sun sets;
Rap like I run shit;
I'm one sick writer;
My lungs spit fire like a bic lighter when you get higher; 
I won't get tired;
There's a rhyme refinery inside of me that never dies;
Finally I'm in my prime, decided I'm divine;
Surprised I'm still alive, all this skill is mine, despite my simple mind;
I might just win this time, if I don't that's fine;
I tried my hardest as a retarded artist from the darkest marshes;
From the time I started, had my head up in the stars regardless;
Someday I may look back, and wish I stuck with rap;
Fuck that, I'll stick with it, bitch, 'till I'm finished ;
I'll call myself the sickest if I wish it;
I'm so fuckin' wicked with it; 
That I spit the slickest literature;
I'm a critter, with words to speak, its an emergency;
Even in a bar ain't nobody servin' me;

(Chorus)


Hellbound (Remix)

Produced by: Hattman

Lyrics:

Verse 1:
I'm possibly the cause of all the poverty that I am in;
Send me to an island, I'll drink like I'm in Ireland;
A pirate with the rum;
Violent with the tongue;
Sign that I have sprung from the slums in the dungeon run;
Get stung by lungs, of the unsung young gun;
My worlds come undone;
Cursed in the hurse with a verse if ya' want some;
Life's not fun anymore; 
'Cause I'm not dumb anymore, I'm tryin' to run to the door;
And export from this mortal realm;
Distorted from this world now;
Out of orbit looking down, with a roaring load warning sound;
My speakers pointed toward the ground, recording now;
Glorious, gory stories for me just to spit;
It's not your normal ordinary kid;
I do this for the love of music, they do it to get rich;
Their stupid, I'm abusive, ruthless, yet I don't exist;
But rap is one thing, that I will never forget;

Chorus:
If I gotta' restart and be hard for you to see art;
You gotta' listen to me as soon as the beat starts;
I'll be the retard in the back seat of the police car;
Chop 'em up, n' then send 'em to the meat mart;
I'm gettin' angry that's why my rhymes seem dark;
Someone hang me, I just lost my dang job;
So now I gotta rap 'till I got a spraigned jaw;
But real life I just can't escape from;

Verse 2:
I'm a little white heathen demon, screamin' for no reason;
Displeased, diseased and eatin' bleedin' meat;
Lacking human decency recently;
Beef with me and ye will see the speech that I breath evilly;
The seasons change, I'll be the same;
Ask my name get blasted fast in acid rain;
I got a mask for half my face, "That's Insane"
I make rage, I've been rappin' since the 8th grade;
I'm gettin' smarter since I ate brains;
I make pain, so vacate with great haste;
Or you are who I lay waste to;
You'll be layin' on my plate of food without a face dude;
I'm right rude with my new shit;
New hits, exclusive, too sick;
To be in school with the so called cool kids;
Their foolish, rhymes I rule with;
Yeah, I'm the shit like stool bitch;
so call me, "Skatman";
Even though it's Hattman;
Don't tell me I can't rap 'cause I'm not a black man;
I'm strapped with an axe, your head's detached in a trash can;

(Chorus)


Restart

Canadian Emcee/producer reppin' REELEastPROductions in Nova Scotia. PM me if you are interested in any beats.

Dilly Ribz - Knock Out [mixed By DLoyaL]

Dilly Ribz (REELEAST)