Jus Messin' around

words:

dr earl back from a quick hiatus                          
hold my pants up with a belt of conveyance 
phase 1 stricken, lasers to kill
my new favorite hobby is money and krill
i got brown arms cause tis the seasom
alpine home for some summer steezin
give it up, give it up, for the docta 
door bursts open and im ready to rock ya
sweaty palms grippin the stolen sawn off
squeeze the trigger and waste two cops
illegitimate story, too bloody too gory 
let me clean it up im awefully sorry
mercury on the rise, extra fries
speak and spell saw past my worded guise   
plans for parks and some apple tart
italic art made from lactose starch 
summer come faster sang the masses
mcormick bring back a bag full of lapis
sun rise morning to hear the birds sing
beams of warmth, oh snap im the new king
Get a whiff of death on east beer street 
built cheap, big deal where we gonna meet?
Down on the corner of fifth and eleventh
got my ticket, in line id be the seventh
cut the front 6 with with a vip
ninja blade faster than mr miagi
you ask my favorite team, I say the jays
fat sack burns at the price of billy mays
money is paper and paper can burn 
if I kept an ashtray, id fill an urn
only for my eyes is temporary
canon power shot is legendary 
top secret files in level five access
100 snaps of glorious asses


olds aint a ricer like the cheap corolla
dial your digits with an old moterolla
ma bell on the street but always ignored
abstract art is more often implored
i verse about the streets but I dont know that game
livin in the 406 aint the same 
forget drug wars, just go hug a tree
theres about a million in 90 degrees
my field of view is wide and open
exponents on the trail is what im hopin
i use my mind for flight control
finest grown for the final scroll
this isnt my prose its kind of a joke 
i couldnt find the stove for my spidered loc
roll across town as the best verse spella
to meet with the kids who ignite kush hella
start the download at 1 gigabyte
gritty like the 1st gear stuck in drive
i did comply just to give advice
and the only advert was all about Christ 
it was nice to meet you, what do I dial?
from first to third his life got wild
120 in the chest, and 60 at rest 
but most importantly he tried his best

Hiatus

sangin' on this track
Fuck you Barry

lyrics:

CHORUS
everything is better in a boobswing sweater, man
couldnt have said it any better way, than
what ya told me, old okeechobee
sittin on this log like Obi wan kenobi

blocking shots and throwing up cash
besides my stacks is my main man Raj
lace up my timbs and mosy down the street
barry Manilow youre bout to get beat
I saw you fucking 'round with my doe
it wasnt the first so now im gonna blow
three shots off at your new era michael Cera
kush puffing parrot compare ya now embedded
just cemented this gain, a little bit of extra
got the digits now im gonna text ya
close encounters of the 69th kind
my motorboat mouth'll make you lose your mind
nothing is fiction when you verse about life
be happy when you got your gonads and strife
last three times I was left abused
and youre the kinda girl that'll get amused
when I shock ya like the docta does, then your friends hear the buzz
canon shower pot full of thizz but its really fuzz
4-way hanging phone, ma bell with the chrome
wish I could earn some dome, with my music poem
this track calls for a cup a flour 
2 white eggs and a jar of sour, power
hour got that mood to make you swing
catch me in the hood and pay me to sing

Manilow Beef

funk4love
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WU0MwR6TOEQ
may cause babies

Alllll off

make ya breakfast right, son.

lyricz:

wake up in my bed, 2 girls on each arm
they huggin my biceps like hippies at a tree farm
12 straight hours of going buck wild
my night was hot sauce while yours was mild
I gotta fulfill this crowds appetite
after the marathon rodeo night
I sneak upstairs and peak in the kithcen cupboard
bagels and butter, naw trick I didnt stutter
I bust out the honey, cause they wanna get sticky
but the girls are so good, cant even have a hickey
got a full box of wheaties, call me the champion
in my crib I challenge the chance for fun
i drop the dough in my golden toaster
first up the stairs is the blonde bowl roaster
im not gonna lie, shes scantily clad
shes wearing my shirt like its some sort of fad
turn around girl, and let me slap that booty 
she quickly complies cause shes far from snoody
next ya know, all the girls are in the kitchen
their tummies start to growl and they start the bitchin'

So you got me in yo house, now get me in the kitchen
see dem bagels in da cupboard be a nice girl switchin'
to a dirty girl, and ill be switchin real quick
cause dem bagels and butter make me crave that dick*
now lick that cream cheese, sweet blueberry dough,*
pop down dat toaster and i'll get wet fo sho*
big bagels, little bagels, bitch I aint picky
dont even gotta toast it, spread that butta icky sticky*
boys try to satisfy with oats or cereal*
they offer me a nanner i say fuck that material
rocked your world for a night, now treat me like a woman
if you aint got a toasta break out the george fo-man
just ask my last ex, tried to feed me scone
and after that mishap he never got dome
bitches complain like "i think my boyfriends cheating"
but all i care about is my breakfast eating
ill be down for a threesome, you supply the doe
i aint talking cash, and donchoo pay my in blow
talkin bagels and butter, is that so much to ask
i'll please you in the bedroom if you perform that task

Hook:
Bagels and butta, bagels and butta
aint nuthin betta than bagels and butta
bagels and cream cheese, nothin but real steeze
drizzle bit o' honey, now its bagels and money
say you only got butta? bitch its alright
cause bagels and butta is the shit that I like

Bagels & Butter (feat. Jo Lean) [Explicit]

a quick verse that goes well w/ the beat
enjoy the refreshing sound of dr. earl

Lyrics tho:
check my hair and getup, im straight from the 80's
I only rap and crap to impress the ladies
mercedes and beamer, the cars I dont have
got an '89 mustang, but its my dad's
wish I could drive it to pickup a chick
she'd be real impressed cause I drive a stick
Id flash the cash like a drug dealin sinner
she'd peep a smile cause she knows she gettin dinner
underground brand on the shogun shirt
commercial sponsor bya favorite drink squirt
ask carl sagan, the numba one teacher
im chill at church cause im a hip-hop preacher
tell ya up front im the marlboro man
headband, understand, just get in my van
i got the candy, call me earl not randy
gave her my mouth and she tried to say dandy
id grow a stache but id look like a fool
half the mex, double the sex, but no cool
i stole it, but couldnt console it
early morning pamper on my highschool mullet
my workout room has minimal wear
i should really use it cause i wanna get tared
ripped, stripped, jacked imagine that
a whole lotta muscle with 2% fat
ignite my library, send it to the ground
not a sound, just dumbfound, and homeward bound
my little puppy, she'll be there for me
I love the dog she gets spoiled in treats
*So look at my life, who could be sad?
when theres so many great memories to be had
I should stop while it still sounds good
i grew up in the middle class not the hood

Squirt

a late night poetry slam
Sly Banana and Ricky working togetha tonight

Gil's Drunk again

rumors aint good 4 nobody

lemme know, where ya wanna go
5-0 on patrol for home grown dro
on rumors, janet heard it from tom
illegal like in the airport screamin bomb
blow us all up shut up nut up to heaven
balaclava on my head to acheive #7
not the drink but the best cooked batch
open up and throw it down your hatch
destruction of evidence, its evident
dick w/ me and ill leave ya w/ ya neck bent
my cash spent, payed rent, cant repent
im not religious but i know im god sent
got the california soul on the roll in the olds
children dont listen, your minds are like molds
your brain is a spunge, expunge what you see
you'll never get help though its promised by me
crossed arms and glare to your room
at the end of the stairs please mop up the broom
clean your mess up, no time for dress up
its almost real life and you messed the crest up
hutsle krill for a steady playas layas
versace and polo, fraizers private tailas
im afraid to disengage change
dont call me weird cause im Dr. strange
love for all i dont forget the tall
knees to toes in the finnegans stall

Rumors theyre tumors, its cancer in a word
dont spread the fire and forget what ya heard
dr earl on the mic, wooden bat w/ the spike
rushin ya front faster than the third reich

sittin in my mind, i wanna get cryptic
but societies flow leaves me less than accepted
i wanna socialize and not get victimized
with some room for growth, and tang on the side
mixed messages filled by fermented juice
a fucked up game leads to a steady truce
1 shot blown and lost like ron jeremy
pass the dutchie to the left and please share with me
not the extras but if youd like id text yas
never been to texas but id peep your exes
a running start to a game best played
check the status of the koochie, its marked slayed
straight to the recycle bin and take out the trash
i like my bros in the variety of smash
i pick fox and collect moon rocks
storm the horn for the fog on the docks
i brush w/ crest the best cavity protection
cause you know im gonna talk shit about the next election
someone new, boo hoo, how old are you?
be happy for ya, look around, but who?
youre crazy, im lazy turnin john wayne gaycie
wait till you find out im hittin up stacy
were hangin out like every other sunday
morhpine drip compared to her has done changed
30 in the bank and a ticket to pay
2 gs in my pocket shoulda payed it last sunday
but i was w/ her making magic in the park
iron on my chest to protect my heart; tony stark
sing out my lungs to a very pretty girl
she listens w/ content to the Dr. Earl
privately referring to her erring with my breath
the herbs lit, her pearl thing gets beat like macbeth
dont take it from me, youll hear it down the grapevine
the bassline on dateline, says nikes its a hate crime

Rumors theyre tumors, its cancer in a word
bring it up w/ her shell just give you the bird
dr earl on the mic, wooden bat w/ the spike
rushin ya front faster than the third reich

Happy as can b

Single off the new Album "Metro Tracks", coming out when I decide to release that shit

Haven't been active in a minute, heres something to say I'm not gone 


Burn Down You School

Tridoph

introducing the newest member to Funk Master and Crew: Slick "Ladykiller" Rick Boram
we have guitars, yo

Slick Rick

mane, im just a kid makin' tracks for fun. If ya like what ya hear, then follow the heck outta me so you can get my music in you'lls ears faster.
good vibes 2 all, and to all a good vibe.
Funk Master- producer
Dr. Earl Funkton Ph.D- emceeeee
Slick Rick- guitar 
Sly Banana- Poet

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