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[VERSE I: Blanco Leopardo]

yeah they call me yung mutt
in the cut smelling like some indica
all these hoes keep splitting cuffs
spilling guts
no ands, ifs, or buts
if her butt was any fatter i'd be fucked and quickly bust
splatter kids all on her mug like she's allergic to my nut
give her antihistamines
pistol green like it's a buck
trigger squeezing like i'm fiending for a reason to give up 
bend your knees
begging please like i could really give a fuck
uzi tucked against my spleen
i'll make you bleed until you rust
for the static, i'm an addict
back at it like a chiropractic crack habit
if i want it ima have it
knock you off this fucking planet
send your corpse up to the stars replace em all with fucking maggots
pants saggin'
red flaggin'
ima get the bag whether it's paper or it's plastic
all these fuckboys i be slappin'
aint got time for all your cappin’
ima conjure up my demons
whisper all their names in latin

[VERSE II: Wetto]

yung wetto
it's yung north, mane
whipping in a ford thang
gripping on the hammer
indiana
slicky fort wayne
pot filled with white dust
house color white nut
looking for the chewing
patrick ewing out a white slut
cup dirty
glock 30
murk a motherfucker quick
eastern bloc
sticker shock
custom how i rock a benz
5% on the tint looking like the babadook
fuck a fight i'd rather shoot
my youngin' hollering hootie hoo
i yell amen
hollow tips rain in
59 guerilla
i'm too real for them to cage in
southern cajun
suckers bite the pavement
told that hoe to hit my agent talking bout engagements
fuck a blame shift
i'm that motherfucker, boy
creeping thru the night
turbos breathing like they paranoid
billy bob a halle berry
wetto makaveli
northside
burn em all at the stake while singing bloody mary

YIN YANG TAPES: Spring Season (1989-1990)

Realism Vs Idealism

REALISM VS IDEALISM

[VERSE I: Wetto]

i'm with that fuck shit
pull up we get buck quick
my hoe down like faye but sometimes she can be a dumb bitch
out here since a young jit
nitrous got my lungs lit
wake up from a blackout getting head while I’m in publix
ridin' through the hood like what it do?
prolly off a pill or two
pulled that .44 out
they start talking like they scooby doo
mobbing with my potnahs
we pop in no knocking
nodding off that dope and for dessert just ate neurontin
hit a stain
make a name for a lame tik tok
northside 
grey the gang
2nd world eastern bloc
i might rock it off the flock
i might rock it off apache
i might fuck up on that bitch
if she got a pack of plan b
mane show you how that glock work
show you how to pop first
white trash young man
mop 'em up like Joe Dirt
my hoe like her throat hurt
suck it for a nip tuck
that bitch tried to tell me that I’m sick
so what that make her?
i just bought some land off my LAL 
kilo of some GLD
still the same mane gripping AKs wearing FTP
paint em like a NFT
got them scripts no PHD
my bitch brain insane but she only got her GED
gang coast to coast yea I know me a few robbers
dope game farm to table ain’t no fent up in my product
huh bruh
damn son
who the fuck raised you
cutthroats and them savages how you think I got this name boo?

[VERSE II: Blanco Leopardo]

i could show you how to get it poppin
ruby da cherry ain't got no option
all these hoes keep fuckin flockin
all these hoes tryna gimme noggin
snort a line of heron then tell her she way too toxic
yeah i'm slidin' on these bitches like my feet were made for moppin' 
i can't stop it if i wanted to
glock up in my foreign coupe
scrapin up the concrete
s500 on them 22's
motorola phone when i'm dialing up my potnah
think i'm being followed by a fed in a unmarked impala
skrilla squalla what i'm after
i get money hoe by any means
paper chasin' everyday
i keep them rocks up in my cleats
cut me with some scissors you gon see how much i fuckin bleed
but ill come back with fucking tanks and blow yo shit to smithereens
blick on me
click on me
G*59 the fuckin set
suicide til death 
i'll yell it pokin' out my fuckin' chest
live from the 5 put the 0 behind the 4 
make a point before the numbers just to let you bitches know
i got five killas and they all down to fucking ride
i can call on any of 'em if you down to fuckin die
walk it how i talk it bitch and i aint got no fuckin lisp
whisper my forbidden name and give my hand a fuckin kiss
out the mud
out the mist
ruby take the form of shadows
follow me back to the gates of hell 
we regroup at the gallows
i can smell the scent of blood and i can smell the scent of piss
leave ya body rottin' lock ya soul up in the black abyss

Hot Razor

HOT RAZOR

[VERSE I: Blanco Leopardo]

i got 5 bullets left in my 9
grey matted glock lookin' to fuck up someone’s spine
mane i do this all the time
yeah i might be cherry but my haters all pie
see the reaper smiling when you look me in my eye
ridin' down marconi
got my tony on me
my whip look like heavy cream
inside pepperoni
fleetwood day dreamin' but i'll never let em step up on me
shout out all my florida and my texas homies
got my gut sticking out 
i'm from fat city
every time i hit the block them cops is acting piggy
blanco never left the 7th ward
from LA to new york
yeah you know i settle scores
i try to yall up to date on my escapades
PS5 up in the escalade
riding down esplanade
wock up in my lemonade
now them demons in my head get some shade
pull the tool out then look at the mess i made
i can't fix shit but my desire to get high
all my homies that done died
they all watch me from the sky
life can be fucked up but im glad to be here
lookin for the love but instead i see fear
shawty saw my dick like when headlights meet deer
told her turn around and then i pulled her rear near
i told her listen up like you got like three ears
you my whole world i can't even see spheres

[VERSE II: Wetto]

pull up playa mackin'
bought my bitch her back end
whip self park 
getting head while i back in
mane I’m getting paid just to sigh and breathe it back in
used to cash change for some cigs
$5 on pump 10
northside superstar
pull up just to piss em off
shorty seen my bills I said it’s nil to what this kitchen cost
show you how to pimp a broad
show you how to lift a cross
playas up suckers down
pussies i just kill em off
tipping 4's on them hoes
slick don’t usually talk a lot
riding with some guns that turn your home into a parking lot
fire up a swisher sweet
eyes looking bittersweet
broken heart shorty but it’s yet to miss a fucking beat
3 'n tha mornin'
it’s just me and screw, mane
too many thangs I wish that wasn’t true, mane
been pimping keys like I’m steven hugh
germans growling sounding like a european zoo
what it do
foreign 'cedes and a caddy slab
caddy for my dad
bought my girl a new macan
northern land
southside that’s where I began
i'm rolling vengeance that's forever like I’m warren van
sail through the south
gold in my mouth
ball on these hoes like I’m luka downtown, mane 
one for the money
two 30s for pain
xan for my nerves only way I stay sane, mane

YIN YANG TAPES: Summer Season (1989-1990)

5 'N The Mornin'

5 'N THE MORNIN'

[VERSE I: Wetto]

pull up in a benz
higher than a bitch
northside playa getting head from a stripper
gold mouth dizzog
fucking with that heron
dog food shorty
all that shit you selling stepped on
better get the fuck on
fuck up off the strizzeet 
pull that glizzy glock
I make it pop and leave him deceased
took his hoe with me
i heard she was a frizzeak
coke bottle physique
her pussy got a earring
let my girl fuck her
hit her with the strap on
kick back like a mizack while I get the dizzome
sipping on sizzurp
i can’t hear a wizzord
that chopper leave em leaking
put his body in the dizzirt 
banging with my folk 
face on us like poker
them boys from the northside
execute you on your sofa
mane who the smizzoke? 
i die for kinfolk
that pride will leave you crizzoaked 
when I slide with that pistol
N O R T-zee
H S I D E-zee
ride through the city
them freak hoes show they titties
popping on them pizzills
pussies know the dizzeal
wetto keep the stizzeal 
too thick in the vizzille

[VERSE II: Blanco Leopardo]

bitch i been fucking these bitches
now i'm ducking these bitches
untouchable limitless
hoe don't fuck with my business
kermit on my wrist look slick
thats 16 thou around my fist
day dreaming of money cuz tonight i might just hit some licks
take your pick
should i whip the new benz or the ‘56?
59 ways to die and all of them involving slick
sloth cleaning his pistol while i load another 60 clips
ready to go to war but they always end up with slit wrists
i'm so sick and tired of all these fakes and liars
thinking that they fire
when really they admire what we do 
biting and biting 'til our style all chewed up
now my head all screwed up
i threw up on a bitch when i was fucking on her late last night
wetto gave me a fenty patch boy was feeling nice
drooling on myself i couldn't even get my dick up
i coulda been a mark if i wasn't so fucking cliqued up
grey *59 bitch id die for one of mine
southside of the lake i travel north to see my slime
new orleans born n bred ill make a dollar out a dime
always on my toes i keep my fingers on my nine

[VERSE III: FREDDIE DREDD]

i hope they recognize 
fuckin with me you will see the devils eyes
not alive
hear the freddie dredd you better run inside
i got my glockie with me
bitches always acting shifty
im countin up think bout 50
testin me is very risky
you aint so hard
fuckin bitch you fuckin fraud
aint my job
teach a lesson
betta count ya fuckin blessings
imma boss
take the loss
if ya hate me
fingers crossed
imma beast
aint the least
get to killin
its a feast
one more time
on my grind
and i never have to find
what im looking for
say the word and bodies start to hit the floor
i think i got to go
im running from the time you know
im freddie dredd you hoe
posted in the cold before
i never heard of you
pussy boi aint got the juice
i wanna kill a fool
thats all i want to do
stockin up on ammo
always ready for the next
im about to fuck ya life up
cuse you fuckin with the best
freddie please
do not do it 
freddie please
can you stop
nah bitch ima demon
and im runnin on the clock

YIN YANG TAPES: Fall Season (1989-1990)

Provolone & Heroin (feat. Freddie Dredd)

PROVOLONE & HEROIN (FEAT. FREDDIE DREDD)

[VERSE I: Blanco Leopardo]

bitch im poppin sticks like im nick cannon
smash her like im ganondorf
all my homies stuntin
we all ballin like we manage sports
fuckboi on my dick
wants a pic
go head and tag the dork
miss me with that bullshit
yeah i shoulda been a matador
slap a whore
choke a bitch
man i think i broke her hip
fuck her til she soaked in piss
i plan to make a note of it
blanco always faded like a motherfucking poke n stick
ready to snatch a soul
seal ya fate up with a frozen kiss
i'm smoking bliss
turn a fuckboy into mist
scratch a name off of my list and add another
just for kicks
open slit up on my wrist
yeah i think they get the gist
tighten up my fucking fist
blanco never fucking miss
spit out the drip
dont want crystals in my stomach
all these crystals on my bitch
align her chakras while we fuckin
rearranging all her plumbing
all these suckas think they stuntin'
but they really just lame
spittin' out flames
bitch i bang grey 
five nine til the day i die
my tear ducts all dried
i fear i dont know why i feel so normal when im high
all these voices in my head i cant tell which one is the lie
always bring the storm yeah blanco blackin out the sky

[VERSE II: Wetto]

give it how these haters want it
break a bitch up on it
yung slick walking coma as i smoke the marijuana
its yung north 
make the bass shake
tell a bitch wait
diamonds shine as i flip it
ship it make the weight skate
i been wrist whipping
flocking chickens
when i slide pimping
glock gripping
pop a clip in
have your mind spinning
spine bending
bloody linens in your mom kitchen
crime ridden
hood i'm from ain’t got no prime lending
slicky flame sizzle
rolling with a tank missile 
tell a hoe to hit them knees and let me fuck her brain tissue
i'm popping 30s seeing blurry
still I can’t miss you
pop the stick and blow the clip
kill everyone that came with you
same issues
playing russian roulette with revolvers
i go gung ho with that drum roll like i'm travis barker
“last offer”
hear the devil talking to me often
fuck a coffin when I die just burn me in a foreign
wetto chris walken
haunted like the deer hunter
you a larp with no heart just tuck your dick under
you a fed you a cop you a real uncer
scarface wetto with that metal let that steel rumble

Every Dog Has His Day

EVERY DOG HAS HIS DAY

YIN YANG TAPES: Winter Season (1989-1990)

I Deleted Facebook a Long Time Ago

I DELETED FACEBOOK A LONG TIME AGO

Didn't They Give You Percoset?

DIDN'T THEY GIVE YOU PERCOCET?

Bossier City Kidnap Victims

BOSSIER CITY KIDNAP VICTIMS

you can sleep in my grave
i won't be needing it and you need some rest
it's the end of our days
i've tried melting the ice of your skin
i've done my best

not even the sun can fix this one
let me float down
let me float down
let me float down
can i at least keep your skull?
if i look at you now, i'll turn to stone and guard your tomb

i'll live as long as my little lungs last
haunting the depths of the flooded earth

and one day when it is my turn
i'll be too nervous to ask you to share and my spine might break
but i will get all that i yearned
my plan is to hug an anvil and sink to the bottom of a lake

i'll live as long as my little lungs last
haunting the depths of the flooded earth will be my skull
found in water bound grass
will you bring flowers to my grave?
will you let them float down to where i lay?

after further reasoning, i'm going to bed

i remember the way your lipstick
the way your lipstick bled that bloody red
and if i recall from when we last kissed
i spent the whole night throwing up your spit
and finding something to drink that was toxic enough to wash this bad taste out my mouth
because baby
you have had my heart, now you can have my stomach too
i don't know what to tell you
i don't know what to tell you

my love life needs a lobotomy

let me sleep for eternity
pull the blanket right over my head
come join me
i'm lonely
close your eyes real slowly
this won't be something to dread
i promise

i've been stabbed in the back
i smell blood on the track
i've been stabbed in the back, and i ain't crying over spilt milk but who's gonna clean this mess?

take me out

dig me up and out the ground and wipe off all of the fucking dirt
you still won't get the message
i'll include the wreckage
i'm just trying to make this work
i promise

i've been stabbed in the back
i smell blood on the track
i've been stabbed in the back

i got a gun in my mouth and all i can think about is how loud it would sound if i let off a round
but i'm dead on the ground and the ground's stained brown
oh wow
i've been dead for a while now
how?
i guess i'm a ghost now that i'm toast
but i wasn't burned alive and i ain't crying over spilt milk but who's gonna clean this mess?

i've been stabbed in the back
i smell blood on the track
i've been stabbed in the back, and i ain't crying over spilt milk but who's gonna clean this mess?
i guess a permanent stain of brains matches the drapes

XXL Hadron Collider

your pearl white eyes
they stain my moon red
let's pull back the tide and see if the moon is dead
it sinks in
it sinks in
this bullet's silver kills
i'm thinking i'm linked in to what gives you a thrill
lights out
i'll take my noose off and howl at the sight of your hand in my claw

fangs out
back hunched
i have all night to hunt
i have all night to hunt
i have all night to hunt
x2

my head pounds, and the moon looks full tonight
i'm hoping that the clouds stay out of fucking sight
one bullet left
heart beats in my chest
why are you frightened?

fangs out
back hunched
i have all night to hunt
i have all night to hunt
i have all night to hunt
x2

i promise to protect you 
to protect you with my curse

fangs out
back hunched
i have all night to hunt
i have all night to hunt
i have all night to hunt
x2

ROUGAROU (i've become the monster)

Not Even Ghosts Are This Empty

[VERSE I: Yung Revelations]
can i ever get a moment to myself?
each moment that passes is fleeting
i try and i try to escape my own life
at this point yall should call me houdini
it always ends up with me bleeding
or so overwhelmed im retreating
back into the hole that i tried to climb out of
it always ends up self defeating
i'm addicted to sex
addicted to drugs
really whatever will make me feel loved
i dont care what you think
yeah i dont give a fuck
im still out here shining as bright as the sun
and no matter how hard it gets no matter how tough
dont disobey when i say just gimme the gun
if i dont let me demons out to breathe
ill end up with some horns or a pair of fucking wings
come and visit me from time to time
to all the bitches that i was ever with
youre still on my mind

[VERSE II: Lil Psalm]
pushing that coupe in the rain
think i been going insane
popping and smoking and drinking is how i been coping and dealing with pain
snort up a line with my mom
yea i just be hoping to bond
another day working and wasting away the exact thing that i wanna buy
that’s time
i’m in that double R falling the fuck apart cooking up my frontal lobe
play it strong on the phone but i cry when alone cuz my daddy just hit a new low
fuck
every day bad news
every day cash rules
fuck what i did it’s what have you done lately
fuck that poetic shit got a chrome metal stick up to my brain just to know heaven for a bit
yea i just wanna run away
but all i ever do is run in place
the tears i cried it could have iced my chain
and on the best days i cant feel my face

Finding Shelter in My Larynx

[VERSE I: Indiana Slicky Fort Wayne]
i’m screaming fuck love cuz i guess i never got enough
shark attack an album every summer like i’m oddy nuff
grey gorilla i’m gripping my harambe nuts
how can i trust when my own blood be acting sus?
fuck
i got feelings i could never feel
keeping a blade up under my tongue just so i can guard my heel
constantly eating pills like i never skip a meal
them hoes they wanna chill i just give em vistiril

[VERSE II: DUCKBOY]
all these missed calls
texts left on read
when i do answer the phone
it’s usually “who is this again?”
i can see it in their eyes that they see me as a check
as a threat
fucking hating on me
waiting for me to miss a fucking step
they would love to catch me slipping
yeah thats why i learned to fly
always tryna touch the shun before i fall to my demise
broken skeleton scattered im only buzzin cuz of the flies
but i gained a million listeners on spotify overnight

A Little Trauma Can Be Illuminating, and I’m Shining Like the Sun

[VERSE I: Lil Remains]
lately i been feeling like i don’t know who the fuck i am
tryna figure out where the stage ends and i begin
‘til the bitter end i proceed with a hollow heart
cut my wounds and call it art
watch me as i come apart
pull up cullinan they wondering which sport i play
i say what i want and what you can’t afford to say
unless i’m hollering “grey” ain’t much else i gotta say
i made a gang and i made a way
and i made the wave and it’s here to stay
faking a smile while im flexing alarm going off for my anti depressant
my girl is up early and bitching and stressing about how im here but i’m lacking in presence
i tell her i love you but it’s lacking essence
and now i remember just who i am
but give me a pill this one for the win
i’m gone again

[VERSE II: Lord of Loneliness]
my type of vacation is isolation
i wanna be left alone
gonna see how long i hold until i end up fighting off temptations of self-annihilation
i’m holding myself hostage by all of this emotional blockage
i can’t fucking stop it now it’s all coming out
a verbal kind of vomit i wish i could gut it out
take away my stomach fucking rip it all apart
a hollow cage of calcium that used to hold my heart
i know i’m meant to be alone
i can feel it in my bones and in my soul

5 'N THE MORNIN'

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