Memories Of Green Cover

So at the end of the day when its all said and done
And we sink into the sweet sleep of the numb
We find ourselves writhing in the passively passionate 
To the crashing of off beat drums
And the suddenly subtle songs
That our heartstrings struggle to strum
We laugh softly to ourselves at the nothingness 
As we wait for time to fly our chariots into the sun
It is here
In this place
Where we ping-pong off the polarities of being
And wait for those fickle moments where we dream
And despite what we are told by our tendencies
It is not who we are at these times that will define us
But instead
What we will become in between them
Super average and extramedium

superaverage

It's like a warm meat blanket on Taco Tuesday.

Endangered Species

morning tea.

In honor of the dawning of a new era, and the untimely death of the freeworld, Superfool Enterprises proudly presents...
     
                            Marching // A Catalog of Increasing Detriment 
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LYRICS

The ants go marching 1 by 1
The little one stopped to pound the drum
Walking to the sounding of a vision till they found the one
To dictate the inscriptions of the living Gods that walk among 
The ground was humming loudly to the sinning sounds of songs they sung

The ants go marching 2 by 2
The little one stopped to cop some booze
Caught a buzz enough to move em just the way he wanted to
Falling to the fawning of a higher calling dawning
Wanting for a purpose, a reason to be walking

The ants go marching 3 by 3 
The little one stopped to pop some E
It hit em in the spot that he had wanted it methodically
Step and sing melodically in visions of monotony
Hypnotic to the product that they bought 
Your not a prodigy

The ants go marching 4 by 4
The little one stopped to start a war
Swore that it was only holy, slowly slaughtered hoards
Hit em with the waterboard and see what they absorb
Then we wring em by the neck, send em to deport

Now before we march at 5 by 5 lets see who's still alive
Find out where their hiding, bleed em till their dry 
Kid, try crying wolf with a bullet in your spine
Ill climb to higher ground and try to see you eye to eye

Dirty tricks at 6x6
The little one stopped to git fixed
Finger on the trigger cuz he figured he could git rich
I guess you better guess again and next time bring two clips
Unless you wanna wind up on the wrong side of a boomstick

Truth is at 7 squared it kinda gets ruthless
That little rat bastard picked Pandora's lock with toothpicks
Loose lips sink cruise ships the crews loose shit 
The little one sits says he had nothing to do with it

And now their on to 8 by 8 
Forming in a swarm
Erase the ways of ancient days
Obeying foreign overlords 
Of course the courts supported forced procedures more according
To the needs of greedy creatures feeding dreams we cant afford 

And now their moving forward 9 by 9
To find demise in time
The little one said he saw the sign
To lead them from their flaws in life
Pretending that the ends in sight 
He walked up to the edge to find
He'd marched of the precipice
The ants had followed close behind

At 10 by 10 the ants are dead
Resting on an ocean bed
Sleeping to the motion of some notion that they'd broken bread
Heaven said “The cards are read”
Left em with a harsh reject
But the Devil grinned a heart of lead
The little one starts the march again...




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Good day,

superfool

Marching

Just a friendly reminder to keep it Limo...

LYRICS

Baby, you know its true
I always keep it Limo when I’m rolling through
I may be crazy, but I’m down to Mars
Keep it on the downlow we down to mob

Ey yo,
I rolled up on that Limo shit I’m ready to go
You know I been on that extendo since the day I was born
I keep it stewy in a Coogi, you be playing the song
Them boujee uzis in jacuzzis like its Louis Vuitton 

And we gon get it on strong like Iron Man
With a flow so hot like a fireman
Im on the slow-mo when I fly high and then
Go swing so low like Spiderman
I know Peter Parker got Mary Jane
Yall read along and Ill serenade
Like Scheherazade, or a rare steak
I soak it up, marinate

Pay me, I want my dues 
I told you keep it Limo it ain’t hard to do
Baby, baby, whatchu wanna do?
We keep it low key when we on the move…

I seal that deal with a handshake
Stacks on the real like a pancake
Dont cash that bill cuz I cant pay
Still bring me out the champagne
“Thats great!”
Damn straight.
I aint got no fanbase
No plan B, go to plan A
Turn a flam beat into flambe sayin…

Hit me with the biscuit baby
Go for the kill
Im getting frisky off the whiskey
When Im holding the wheel
Im sitting pretty with my bestie
And we throwing the bills
Yall got me Chippy on the jetski
When we blowing a mil

Baby, keep acting cool
I told you keep it Limo
Why you act a fool?
Somebody save me
Whatchu got to lose?
Shit, even Robin Hood was caught robbing fools…

Its Mr. Wicked bad
Kicking back
Bet you couldn’t picture that
Rapping mad systematic
Acting like you wish you had
Shit you better get back
Hit you with a sick track
Better get a grip quick
Kid you know my shit slap

Its the grand finish 
Its as real as it be
Im in the bandstand chillin
Still I’m killin the beat
I hit my man with the memo
We was ready to bump
Then we did it all extendo
Keep it Limo as fuck

...

Limo

The Admission

A special birthday shout out to a special team member of Superfool Enterprises and major player in the lamp game, Gr8 Wun.

Happy Birthday Gr8 Wun, we wish you nothing but the best!

Sincerely,

Superfool Enterprises



Gr8 Wun, Gr8 Wun what it do?
Im scheming on these bitches in my birthday suit
Gr8 Wun Gr8 Wun whats that sound
That aint me man, its my weed thats loud...

When I first saw the Gr8 Wun, he was up in the cut
And when I looked him in the eye man I knew that he fucked 
He was wilin on the scene steezin out of control
Gr8 Wun drops beats like a shit in a bowl
I cant believe he made it 26 
Crazy dip and running shit
Gr8 Wun on that maniac tip
Aint nothing funny bitch
All the ladies say "Gr8 Wun, you so bad"
Aww gurl you know im old enough to be your Dad

Gr8 Wun Gr8 Wun how you be?
Im looking mad tough cuz my nuts on fleek
Gr8 Wun Gr8 Wun Thats whats up!
Hell yeah homie, now you know I fuck

Ooooooh snap, Gr8 Wun on the track
I rolled up in my birthday suit I got the matching Hat
Ohh god damn, Gr8 Wun got bitches 
Beats so fat, now they shitting in they britches
"tell em how you do it"
I do it all the time, 24/7, 365 grind
"You know I see you fucking"
Shit, thats just how I do
And this is how it sounds when Im shitting on your crew....

(insert: sound of a crew being shitted on by Gr8 Wun)

Oh shit its the motherfuggin Gr8 Wun, Is that the Gr8 wun?
I think that thats the Gr8 Wun! (Etc....)

Happy Birthday Gr8 Wun

GR8 WUN!

GAQUE: A sneak peek from the upcoming SUPERFOOL ALBUM!

LYRICS
Licking on a Zig-Zag
Tripping with a big bag
Sniffing at a quick rate
“Homie how your dick hang?”

Everybody out to take pics and get paid
“Shit I don’t know I just wanna get laid”

I like it when you like that 
Sipping on a night cap 
Hit em with a lead pipe
Never thought they’d fight back

Hijack hyphens
Like that hype man 
Write that wrong and
Ride that lightning 

Thunder from the wonder boy 
Over paid unemployed 
Papa don’t got no cash
But here’s a hundred for you 

Before you get out that boom stick
Suck that nitro out that cool whip
Light that blunt and pass that new shit
I’m fucked up I’m finally moving

And I ain’t never felt this good in a minute
I’m holding on tight I don’t wanna forget it like
(Sniffffff...) I think it worked
you ain’t done shit if you ain’t been turnt so

Ash that hash then pass that indo
Push that kusk then crack that window
Keep that transact on the D-Low
We gon ransack half that kilo
I ain’t never felt this good in a minute
I ain’t never felt this good in a minute

VERSE 2

I hit my homie up, told him that I wanted more
He said 
“Bring 30 bucks, meet me at the liquor store…
...I gotta deal thats a one of a kind
A buncha bad pills that’ll fuck up your mind”

I like how that sound
Right now Im down
Cant talk cant count
Dont stop black out

I had a dream I found a demon in the attic
Woke up on the ceiling got right back at it

Can’t stop, wont quit
Gaqued out on it
Yacked out vomit
Passed out, awwww shit.

Malt liquor smelling on my breath
My moms came over with a check to pay rent
Shes knocking on my door like
“I know your home! Tell me why the fuck you don't answer your phone!”

I ride with fiends 
and schiesty schemes
You don’t like me
I don’t like me but

We aint never felt this good in a minute
We ain’t never felt this good in a minute

Acting like you don't do _____ (rep)

If anybody asks, I aint sold you shit

. . .

GAQUE

hello. my name is freak. i am a superaverage rap guy. these are my rap guy songs

superaverage

Freak The Creature

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