Garbology

The Sea (Instrumental)

Enough, I will fuck you up
I put a long cut up on the brick 
its like this  
had to redirect my jump from the get 
now Im K.C. for headshots and dip
Mr wonderful
I can’t fuck with you
if you’re unconformable 
or feel like a bitch 
billy pull piff from the bull pen
Magnetic rap kings, Fantastic with the backswing
Sonic boom, bat swing, hatch poppin bat wings 
Detached and flying, 
start blasting off points 
Mark C, this big B, billy bile fuck boys
bucky wild out ya mouth, spilled out the coins  
all I see is pockets full of teeth on the floor motherfucker what I do 
 pick em up, sick enough  
all I see is bitch made crackers on the mic  motherfucker not tonight  big em up, and get touched
How many rhymes I kick and many styles I flip?
We know the math, and we know how to fly the ship
So when you fly to this
Its no surprise or guess
That you suck my fat brain like some Liposens
i watch the rap game shake like some Parkinson’s
Arsenic, the way the flow burn like The Arsonists 
targeted, im so old school with a doctorate 
dollars and sense, it don’t rock, kid abolish it
Catch feet, I catch lot of heat from black sheep
Who catch a lot of “come and fuckin catch me”
Its that deep
Boomtown & blackstreet 
beef can get evil
So Be easy, or get beat

Sup, Auntie? (feat big billy)

Wonk [insrumental]

Bling Bling [instrumental]

Crank Williams Jr. [instrumental]

I DO NOT OWN THIS SHIT

NOT INTENDED FOR HUMAN CONSUMPTION

NYC Meanstreak [EL-P vs JS-1] (Lil Fame, Joell Ortiz, Bumpy Knuckles)

(Lyrics)

bo! 
double tap akimbo
I don’t fucking roll with the woods, homie
so call me billy kinfolk
grey paisley, crank Williams Jr. 
whiskey six shooters 
in the drunk tank, shank strapped to you
I smoke till I hawk .22 spitting fumes
when bucky bark mother fucker bing the spittoon
it’s no good dirty rotten scoundrels
OK corral shotgun saloon style you
shocks sent to ground you 
round house connect, next to house you  
astound you
with Baja mobility, I found you
rotatable artillery surrounds you 
they ultimately clowned you 
beatdown to brown stew 

I sent small parcel splatter delivered to Marshall Mathers
Watch your manners, rappers primin’ hammers really propaganda  
so tape or type the proper grammar that my faction after
or cop my floss & masters, billy fuckin slamed ya
(Indistinct gibberish) 

You can put them hands up 
start wilding out 
get in a fight and blame it all on your spouse 
look a rapper in the eye, smack him in the mouth 
and tell the kids what the fuck we about

Top Funk Televised [instrumental]

Eric Claptrap

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