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[VERSE I: Wetto]

it's the pimp player
money maker
body layer
say a prayer
hoe stacking
pistol packing
white boy with the permed hair
choppa sprizzay 
what the biz say
i just brought a cold front
to the sizzouth
gold mizzouth
ice out like a storefront
slick spit that mack shit
make the track hit
ain't no time for a whack bitch unless the mouth sick
face down in the mattress
make that back dip
make her feel like an actress in a porno flick
ride off in a Benz thang
took off with no trace
psychopathic with that 9 mane
i might catch a case
mask on or the mask off
it don’t make no difference cuz I slide with them killas, mane
they don’t leave a witness
heard you tipping to the feds, mane
must be off your meds, mane
pissing in his pants when i put that chrome to his head, mane
leave him dead, mane
saved his boys some head pain
one less snitch in the gang
that's a net gain
bet, mane
heard it was that anna you was checking for
ruger, choppa, semi
what the fuck i need a vest for?
have them hoes tweaking like a despo
smoking on a blizzunt while this jizzunt make that neck go
damn bro
wetto beat them boys like a guerilla pimp
never simp
bring your beef to god because i'm heavent sent
talk that playa shit
hoes they circumvent
shout out project pat
mista don't play and i been leaning since

[VERSE II: Blanco Leopardo]

bitch im angola bound
going down to the southside of the lake
riding round town
plotting on whos shit im bout to take
if it's fake ima sell it
if it's real ima sell it
outside of the lexus forest green 
i know you jealous
born a warlord out the ward of the seventh
all these deadly sins i think the fifth made me a felon
begging for armageddon 
i got eleven virgins waiting for me heaven
bitch i ain't stressing
pimp a bitch just because
blanco never need a reason, hoe
never tell these hoes a secret unless you wanna leak it, hoe
seen a ghost but i was puffin piff up in the mirror
you want smoke?
fit you in a coffin then ill say it clearer 
i got corners in gentilly where we slang that millie bobbie brown
never been on trial cuz the bodies wasn't ever found
thats how we do em down south
bayou style 
feed the gators when them rats start running wild
tryna bite my style
i got skulls floating in the swamp
i got bones covered up in moss
blanco burnin up a fuckin cross
all my demons know whos fucking boss
ooweeoo
who are you?
ruby rougarou
holla hootie hoo when you see them boys in baby blue
ooweeoo
who are you?
blanco in a coupe
uzi out the roof raining bullets

YIN YANG TAPES: Spring Season (1989-1990)

Chateau Gris

CHÂTEAU GRIS

[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

Realism Vs Idealism

REALISM VS IDEALISM

[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

YIN YANG TAPES: Fall Season (1989-1990)

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

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

EVERY DOG HAS HIS DAY

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