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They Call Me Padre Soltero

BITCOIN PLAYA - Single Daddy (feat. Gwhit and SNO Bunny)

One For The Mixtape

Pulling Your Bird Is Easy (2018) featuring Loco and Billy Martin

Ringtone version of Samantha's Ruler 'Steal the Night'

Steal the Night [FREE RINGTONE]

Yo, Rhonda!
Why don't you teach me 'bout the law?
And you can help me pass your bar
Yo, Rhonda!
And you can ride me in your car
And I will take on any charge

Don't shoot I put my hands up
And you can put me in some handcuffs
And you can serve me a subpeona
And summon me to your arena, oh

Redheaded lady so sexy, yes
Fantastic, yes
My girl the best
Exhibit A, no duress
My girl's so fine I confess

Intellectual lady, why you drivin me crazy?
Condescend me and hate me
While I'm loving my baby

Yo, Rhonda!
Why don't you teach me 'bout the law?
And you can help me pass your bar
Yo, Rhonda!
And you can ride me in your car
And I will take on any charge

Yo, Rhonda!
Why don't you teach me 'bout the law?
And you can help me pass your bar
Yo, Rhonda!
And you can ride me in your car
And I will take on any charge

Skin like milk, Thicc like porridge 
She droppin' legal knowledge
She teaching me to love and I ain't even been to college
No I ain't build like Cedric, but you can get down on this dick
Find a girl, save my soul
Put this devil way down in your hole

Yo Diedre, Love the Joy you bring to me
When I got you on my defence, you get me off quite easily

Intellectual lady, why you drivin me crazy?
Condescend me and hate me
While I'm loving my baby

Yo, Rhonda!
Why don't you teach me 'bout the law?
And you can help me pass your bar
Yo, Rhonda!
And you can ride me in your car
And I will take on any charge

Yo, Rhonda!
Why don't you teach me 'bout the law?
And you can help me pass your bar
Yo, Rhonda!
And you can ride me in your car
And I will take on any charge

Da Mixtape

Rhonda Pearlman x GWHIT X SINGLE DADDY X LIL CREAM$

Fuck The News!!!

Eggs, Sausage, Chips And Beans!

Sway (B-Side)

this song is about Christine Chubbuck. a newsreader who killed herself during a live broadcast. i suppose the song is sang from the perspective of someone who loved her (in a bf/gf way!)but dont worry yourself thinking about that

pretty interesting: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Christine_Chubbuck

Lyrics:

You need to reach out and hold 
But you're distant and cold
You'll be lonely when you're old and you D I E

Oh girl, you've got problems
But I can't help you to solve them
So I'm just gonna watch them on live TV

Oh Christine, don't miss me too much
Say you'll keep in touch
Stay tuned for blood and guts (in living colour)
Oh Christine, give yourself a break
Don't think it's too much
You can reach out and touch me

I don't know the advice, but I know I would try
You can't live your life on your tendencies 
I don't know the reasons why and I don't wanna pry
Don't wanna waste your time if it's meant to be

Oh Christine, don't miss me too much
Say you'll keep in touch
Stay tuned for blood and guts (in living colour)
Oh Christine, give yourself a break
Don't think it's too much
You can reach out and touch me

Oh Christine I missed the show
How did it go?
Please let me know

Oh Christine I missed the show
How did it go? How did it go?
Please let me know

Oh Christine (Don't Miss Me Too Much)

[Christopher Hitchens]

If someone tells that I've hurt their feelings, I say 'I'm still waiting to hear what your point is. I'm very depressed, however in this country you can be told 'That's offensive!' as if those two words constitute an argument. Or a comment. Not to me they don't, and I'm not running for anything so I don't have to pretend to like people when I don't

*Facebook messenger ping*
'Would you be interested in watching my band on Saturday night?'

[Gwhit]

I wrote a song in despair
I wanna play it with a special someone there, but
Nobody came
Nobody cared
I did the whole show singing to the chairs

Don't wanna watch your band perform
Nobody cared when my band reformed
Your new releases just bring me down
Oh there's plenty other things I can do in this town

I'm unprepared and I don't have the heart, for the
Conversation I know this will start
I was hoping, messages unopened
Would let you know that I didn't wanna go, and

Don't wanna watch your band perform, oh no
Nobody cared when my band reformed, so
Your new releases just bum me out
I do charity gigs for things I don't care about

(Oh no) I heard the band got a real good review in
(I won't go) Some magazine but I won't be pursuing
(Oh no) I heard the band got a real good review in
(I won't go) Some magazine but I won't be pursuing

Don't wanna watch your band perform, oh no
Nobody cared when my band reformed, so
My bitterness has just gotta get out
I got a solo drop on my own Soundcloud account

And then I close the tab, and I go back to the YouTube video I was watching, CLICK!

[Christopher Hitchens]

So I don't have to pretend to like people when I don't

Nobody Cared When My Band Reformed

2017

Freestyle [Weal Diss] #1

I voted for Labour to save the NHS
But if pressed I couldn't tell you what their policies actually are
I just know that voting
For Jeremy Corbyn
Is good for talking to girls in bars

But when we get to talking a serious conversation
You say something's dumb
And I say wait a second
You believe in ghosts
Keep your mouth closed
You read horoscopes and you think they're real

You believe in Ghosts
You believe in Ghosts

You wanna change the subject
But I can't ever drop it
When you try to change the topic I just can't let it go

You're humming and heaving
And as you're leaving you say I'm immature
But what would you know?
Cos

You believe in Ghosts
You believe in Ghosts
You believe in Ghosts

We really were in love, there was no doubt on my mind
A pretty girl like her was pretty hard to find

But you believe in Ghosts
[You believe in stones, you read horoscopes]
You believe in Ghosts
You believe in Ghosts
[You believe in stones, keep your mouth closed]
You believe in Ghosts

I sit on the rocks, I look at the rose in my hand and I just toss it into the sea

The girl believed in ghosts

You Believe In Ghosts

I never follow politics and my knowledge is basic
I see the odd meme on Facebook but I really don't give a shit
And I never click an external link, so on that basis
I've never seen for myself Donald Trump say something racist

Cos that just ain't 
(I'm much more likely to see Donald Trump in wrestling in the 1980's)
What I google

I'm a fairly decent person but beneath the surface
How can I word this? There are parts of me that are cursed
Like when I Google plastic surgeries the recommended search is
Always 'Plastic Surgery Gone Wrong'
And the headlines are merciless

And that's more the kind of thing
That I Google

And how can I really judge a man who took
A stone cold stunner even though he fucked up

And it's all very good for Eminem drawing a line in the sand
But taking a stand his fans have got to understand
This is a man that called Nick Cannon a faggot whilst dragging his wife in the mud
This is a man that calls his mother a cunt

Don't Pretend I Didn't Get You Into Beach Boys

Donald Trump, Eminem And What I Google

Band Aid 33: Do They Know It's Christmas?

Bolton specific

Ever since my parents had their second kid
I've been the best rapper
I'm the best that there is

I seen Alex James Brierley photo shoot in Bolton News
Wrapped around a homeless dude with no shoes
Bought Twisted Illusion's double LP
Well I didn't, but I listened to a bit of it for free
But I went to the show cos I really had to see
Beat Matt over the head with Caspermason's EP
Then I poured hot coffee all over Dog Coffee
George Berry on the boards pulling the plug couldn't stop me
Am Gwhit, I sit at the back of the class with a packet of grass
Laughing at your wack ass tracks
I think you need to go back to Doa Studios
Get a better set or better yet just...go away

Chorus x2

I told Toria Wooff meet me at the Soundhouse, quick
And when she got there I hit her with a roundhouse kick

I was stoned off a spliff and 3 cans of monster
Stole all the gear from a Stonehouse concert
Your flows broken, cracks are shown
Beat you to the tune of Roge's saxophone
I've low inhibitions but there's no pleasing
Have a go at other musicians for no reason
Threw blades and bars at Trading Arms
And got Weal's running in cars with no keys in
I never thought what Ideal Forgery mighta thought me
'Til Mikey Tee came over and talked to me
N I tried to bust a rap but I was too pissed to perform it
But I never thought once that he thought I was boring cos

Chorus x2

Bolton FM Unsigned show with Kieran Lee

I used to listen quite a bit to the Unsigned Show
Played a lotta shit but they dint play mine so fuck um
I laugh when I burn a bridge
Cos I'm never gonna make it, I still burn discs
And this aint a diss to Kieran Lee 
But even he, after hearing me, would agree
Am GWHIT how you gonna give me advice?
Get off the stage, leave the station and gimme the mic
EVER
Since I've been talking I've been rapping
And since that day it's been the best thing to happen to Bolton 
I took note of the awards snub
(But, Gwhit you haven't done a gig in 6 months) (So what)
Have you ever made tracks so repellent
You couldn't ever sell um, gotta grab people and tell um
Gotta break in to the radio station
Drag Ian Davidson out
Tell him 'play this one now or you're getting fucked up'
But Single Daddy warned me if my words were too violent
They'd haveta censor most of my verse into silence
But when I sent this track back and he played it through his wireless
He told me they'd be fine with it but I needed a psychiatrist
So I got one, and I told him:

since my parents
Split, I've not given a shit, I made this whole song and I've not written a bit (it's all off the dome)
I'm the best there is

Chorus

Hey Dawn Louise Price you got a phone
Pick it up
Call me
I'm going to Boltfestival either way

I am
Called Gwhit
I Don't
Give a shit
And I say what I want
I'm gonna mention diabetes in every song

Ever Since (I've Been) [Bad Boy For Life Remix]

My dick is the SmackDown! fist
Your dick couldn't get hard for Trish
My dick shoots on jobbers
And your dick sits next to Sam Roberts

My dick is The Undertaker
And your dick look like Jillian Hall's make up
My dick: Scott Steiner sexism
And your dick couldn't escape Punjabi Prison

My dick's got the rights to his music
Your dick's just a jobber he couldn't choose it
My dick is Mean Mark Callas
And your dick's putting Bo Dallas

My dick is like Bruce and Conrad
And your dick's like Ryback's Podcast
My dick's got 6 stars from Meltzer
Your dick got a thumbs down from Wade Keller

My dick over like John Cena
And your dick over like Droz' career
Your dick, fans are done with it
My dick Shane McMahon's scared to jump from it

It's time that we let the world know
Dude, Zack Ryder sucks, bro!
Gwhit is Best for Business
My dick's got a toy line in time for Christmas

My dick has got ruthless aggression
Your dick has got Ranallo's depression
My dick: Randy Orton
And your dicks pubes look like Ricky Morton

My dick safe as shit
Your dick is like Goldberg's kicks
My dick it go doot, doot, doot!
And you're getting ripped like Ric Flair's suit

My dick has never been fired
Your dick had to retire
My dick get's a Paul Heyman entrance
Your dick's like Benoit it's not mentioned

It's time that we let the world know
Dude, Zack Ryder sucks, bro!
Gwhit is Best for Business
My dick's got a toyline in time for Christmas

And I'm winning the rematch at Backlash
And I'm winning the rematch at Payback
Eliminate ya in the Chamber
And I ain't even using my finisher

This Is The Real Me [MIXTAPE #1]

My Dick (WWE Version)[My Dick by Mickey Avalon Remix]

How Bizarre (OMC Cover)

My Head Sounds Like A F***ing Circus (Sample based instrumental)

How Bizarre

My Head Sounds Like A F***ing Circus

How Bizarre (feat. Sean Blunt)

Love You, Miss You

Theme from Love You, Miss You

Written by George Whittle

Lyrics:

I hopped the fence when I got there
And opened every gate around the place
There were people that reminded me of you, everywhere
But it was only certain features of the face

I crossed a bridge to your heart n it came down
I climbed a rope to your lips n I fell
I rode a donkey like the cunts in the bible
You told me once you'd only meet me in hell

Escaped with the change from a Monster
You used to have a go at my priorities
But now you've got what you want, oh come on now
I've never known you before to want the life of ease

I crossed a bridge to your heart n it came down
I climbed a rope to your lips n I fell
I rode a donkey like the cunts in the bible
You told me once you'd only meet me in hell

Oh do you love him? Do you really love him?
Oh do you love him more than you love me?
Oh do you love him? Do you really love him?
Oh do you love him more than you love me?

I crossed a bridge to your heart n it came down
I climbed a rope to your lips n I fell
I rode a donkey like the cunts in the bible
You told me once you'd only meet me in hell

I crossed a bridge to your heart n it came down
I climbed a rope to your lips n I fell
I rode a donkey like the cunts in the bible
You told me once you'd only meet me in hell

I Rode A Donkey

Written by George Whittle

Lad, what you doing?
Are we going through this again?
You've dragged us outta bed
It's 25 past 10

You're calling every evening or you're leaving her voicemails
You're making a big scene of yourself, you need to take the L

I know for you it's a mystery
Why for us it means absolutely nothing
But to her you're history
You mean absolutely fuck all to me

Schmuck
You're outta luck, dude
Even if ya fancied it
She's not gonna come, she's gone, you're done
You blew you're only chance with it
The bird ain't so basic, this girl ain't a fool
She'll kick you to the curb, I know you think you're being cute

But cruel is what I'll have to be
'Cos she don't really wanna hurt your feelings
'Cos you and her've got history
But your feelings mean absolutely fuck all to me

So stay out her phone, pal
She's with me now
Leave her alone, pal
She's with me now

Leave her alone, pal

Mate
C'mon, what have I got to do?
You've pulled us outta bed again, it's 25 past 2
We're working in the morning, and when we come home
We'll spend the night together, and you'll be all alone

I know for you life's misery
But us we need for absolutely nothing
I know you and her've got history
But like I said you mean absolutely fuck all to me

So stay out her phone, pal
She's with me now
Leave her alone, pal
She's with me now

And what you have to offer her is nothing
So stay out her phone, pal
To me you mean absolutely nothing
She's with me now

Leave her alone, pal

I Answered The Phone To Your Ex

From the album: 'They Call Me Padre Soltero'

Make A Scene
Written by Michael Thomas, George Whittle and Joshua Mitcham

Calling all the playa's in the building
I wanna see you blaze some shit for this


VERSE 1:

GWHIT:
I'm getting that paper
While your wallet look as thin as a wafer
Woo a girl away for a date
Up on Winter Hill, with a lunch and a crate
I be a real G, so
I keep it P.V.O (positive vibes only)
On the low, yeah I spit a lil game
G from the toe to the head to the bed frame
Check out my head game
It's that 'mess up ya head' thang
Guess I'm just ahead of The Game, man
In the bed or the penhand
Probably better at better handstands too (that's real)
Baby, gimme a clue
All the women so fine say
"Gwhit my bae"
Monday to Sunday, 
Twice on Friday (yeah, that's right)

PRE-CHORUS:
If you're blazing on the green
Blazing on the green
If you're blazing on the green (blazing on the green)
Make a motherfucking scene

CHORUS:
Make a motherfucking scene (shake it baby)
Make a motherfuckin, make a motherfuckin scene
Make a motherfuckin scene
Shake it baby, that's how we roll (blazing on the green)
Every dog gone day



VERSE 2:

SINGLE DADDY:
They call me Padre Soltero
Voice like a Cello
Looks like de Niro
They say
Me be
Funky
Estas
Coqueteando conmigo
Coz I like you girl
So be straight with me
Where in the motherfuckin world-
-did you come from?
You see you, you ride shotgun
Hot some, wanna push it back some

Its on me kick it back, black hair, bring it back
Wanna give me that some and I'll lick you back
Wanna find the traction and dive in the sack
What about some action regardless of that, huh?

They call me Padre Soltero
Voice like a cello
Looks like de Niro
I say
You be
Funky
As me
Estoy ligando contigo

PRE-CHORUS:
If you're blazing on the green
Blazing on the green
If you're blazing on the green (blazing on the green)
Make a motherfucking scene

CHORUS:
Make a motherfucking scene (shake it baby)
Make a motherfuckin scene
Make a motherfuckin scene
Shake it baby, that's how we roll (blazing on the green)
Every dog gone day

BRIDGE:
That's how we roll (shake it baby)

That's how we roll
Smoking on the finest pine tree around
Until I'm dead in the ground
I'll be
Blazing on the green

CHORUS:
Make a motherfucking scene (shake it baby)
Make a motherfuckin, make a motherfuckin scene
Make a motherfuckin scene
Shake it baby, that's how we roll
Blazing on the green

Make A Scene (featuring. Gwhit) - Single Daddy

Written by Michael Thomas, George Whittle and Joshua Mitcham

Lyrics:

(Single Daddy)
Rolling down the side in my loc'd up ride
Passing all the homies that ain't got no pride, but I
Take a toke
Inhale all the smoke
Don't try to fix it if the shit ain't broke
Rolling up the windows
Smoking on the Indo
Rolling in the coins, I don't play Nintendo 
Rolling on the dubs
The homie got the slugs
Rolling in the club just to fuck a brother up
It's the S.I.N.G.L.E Daddy
All the women happy to get in my caddy
Always show a ho a good time
Single Papi in the cut
Kicking a hood rhyme

(Lil Cream$ and Katie Price)
It's how it be on Springfield Street x4

(Single Daddy)
Chromed out rims on the whip when I roll
Weed so icky that it sticks to your soul
But I just keep it on the low
You should never pop shit with the brothers that ya don't know
Duck shots, dodge blades
Run up to the bridge you can hop trains
Cock - aim
Blast the strap
Hash to ash
This is a masterclass on tapping ass, for real
It's how it be on the set
Ain't rained all day but I make a mothafucka wet
Smother a bitch like French Toast
I'm a goat, that's how it goes

(Lil Cream$ and Katie Price)
It's how it be on Springfield Street x4

(Single Daddy)
Smoking on the herb
Kick a ho to the curb
Straight up the road then I make a left turn
To the spot
Lucky not to get shot
I got my 9mm cocked, ready to pop
Ready or not
Here I come, Fu-Gee-La
I make the coochie hot
Ya never heard me lie, cuz I
Don't have the [PATIENCE] I had my in youth yo
My dad told the truth, get the jam son
Now I'm rich and I'm handsome
I got a bitch and a mansion (suck my dick)
I'm a stunna
Cos I keep it 100
Be a baller and that's all I'm gonna be, for real

(Lil Cream$ and Katie Price)
It's how it be on Springfield Street x4

Single Daddy - It's How It Be On Springfield Street (feat. Lil Cream$ & Katie Price)

I don't care for diamond rings
Fancy things like Fax Machines
I don't need for nothing, cuz I've got you

I don't follow the latest trends
Soda Stream, Mercedes Benz
Baby you've got and I've got you

I look up to the angels, who shine the light that guides the way
Here's to all the Asians, with open shops on Xmas day
And blessed be the zoo keepers, cos animals still need taking out
And especially the farmers, cuz pigshit still needs raking out
On Xmas Day

You can get an Uber Eats on Christmas Day

I don't care for flashy robes
Krispy Kremes, Camera Phones
All I need is one good loving kiss

I don't care for Gold, Frankincense or Myrrh
I don't even know what Myrrh is

Good tidings to Mary and Joseph, whose son was born the immaculate way
Here's to all the Orphans, opening socks on Xmas Day
And blessed be the bookmakers, still taking bets on Xmas Eve
And especially the atheists, who still believe in
In Xmas Day

A curse on Harod's Henchmen, who tried to kill the king of the Jews
A plague on selfish innkeepers, Pontius Pilot and  Judas too
But blessed be the makers, of all the gifts we may receive
And especially the Satanists, who nevertheless still believe
In Xmas Day

Gwhit

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