Hip Hop & Rap

bom bom

Had to get those internet weirdos off my chest. Holy shit. 

Lyrics:
Holy shit boys
Look at this guy...
Gigachads deformed twin
UK basement goblin
fucked up teeth and retard grin
Let's smoke some fags...

Ten tabs open, stalking IG's live
Inbred fingers flyin, sexually deprived
Fat black incel, belly hangin to the floor
Soft dick energy and attention whore
Doxxin' addresses, sendin' fake CPS
Mindgame amateur, your life's a fuckin' mess
14 year old jokes? Hope you catch a fade
PDF creep gettin bodied fetchin' nades
Kindergarden manipulator, cry when you get banned
Then make twenty alts with your greasy little hands
Ain't tough, you're a joke, a laughin' stock
Hope i catch you IRL, body you until you drop

Fuck em up!
Rats that rise, get put down!
Groomer kings done, losin' their crown!
Ski mask season, opps gettin' drilled!
Heads gonna pop, brain's gettin spilled!
No face no case, ya know what i'm sayin
But your fuckin' grave still gettin filled
Fuck em up!

Drills on drills that's the daily bread
One in the chest one in the head
Talkin tough? Now you fuckin' dead

Time for change - balaclava bars
Shank these freaks, brain damage permanent scars
Leak her family then cry "it was bait"
Fuck off mate, You fuckin dee-generate
You'll just parasites, attention beggars
Life long virgins, never seen some vadgers
Harass than ban evade, no care for the harm
Revenge's on it's way, steady 'n' calm
Mass flag heroes, but touchin' kids
You life's ending in a cage, quit
No grass touched, no pussy either
Just a bunch of bollocks
Die 'n' rot, all i see is tickin' clocks

Fuck em up!
Rats that rise, get put down!
Groomer kings done, losin' their crown!
Ski mask season, opps gettin' drilled!
Heads gonna pop, brain's gettin spilled!
No face no case, ya know what i'm sayin
But your fuckin' grave still gettin filled
Fuck em up!

Drills on drills that's the daily bread
One in the chest one in the head
Talkin tough? Now you fuckin' dead

You're enforcin' nothin you mute cunts
Get rekked...

Fuck em up!
Rats that rise, get put down!
Groomer kings done, losin' their crown!
Ski mask season, opps gettin' drilled!
Heads gonna pop, brain's gettin spilled!
No face no case, ya know what i'm sayin
But your fuckin' grave still gettin filled
Fuck em up!

Drills on drills that's the daily bread
One in the chest one in the head
Talkin tough? Now you fuckin' dead
Dead.

Fuck Em Up

[Intro]  
Look… I could let these frauds keep frontin’, pockets stay lined  
But the culture’s on life support, fuck it I’m pullin’ the plug this time  
Got one chance to bury these fakes before the whole game flatlines
Whole bunch of whack lines and dumb rhymes
If that means war with the majors, the plants, and the clowns
Consider this round one, motherfuckers… 

[Hook]  

[Verse]  
I've seen the folders full of contracts, red flags on every page  
Labels cookin’ books harder than dealers stretchin drugs backstage  
Third of the Hot hundred is a purchase with a smile  
Discovery Mode bribes, legal payola all the while  
Ghostwriters in the Hills, AI spittin’ your pain  
GPT tears while you fake cry in the rain!  
They rap about the trenches, but these trenches on a set  
Scammin grannies cards, fake chains, fake jets  
Ego taller than their debt they’re drownin’ in quietly  
Rehab for the timeline, gram story, then relapse privately
Time to stab em in the face, filter out my stress, 
And before you ask...
A couple punches to their face will also do the task!  

[Verse]  
Truth's dead, all that's left is a system built on corpo lies  
Plants sproutin' overnight, big budgets show their ties
Everybody cheers for the villain with the million dolla shine  
Hit the charts like a rocket, CEO's perfect planned design  
MC's get fed to the machine for the clicks and the views  
Watch me spit bars like a glock, watch me execute the news  
Wake up and listen, can't you smell the scam?
Me? I’m just a guy watchin’ the culture gettin' scammed  
Inspired to grow fangs, blow flames, and snitch on hoe's  
Every deal i reveal, every plant, every contract sealed and closed.
You think it’s all fun till the proof starts to drop  
Little nepo baby dying hard on the spot  
So high on your own fuckin' lies, you rap like you choke
Nothing memorable from the soul and that's a quote!

[Hook]  

[Verse]  
Uh, summa-dramma, doom-gloomin', you assumin’ any word is real?
What I gotta do to prove the whole industry's fucked, serving its last meal.
Innovate they said, but exterminate they did,
Brought to you with rubber-stamps and checks!
Anything you claim or earn, nothing of your own, nothing worth to flex
All i see is devestation, so i start dismantling  
How to let you know the truth and why you should be panicking  
Next you know we be droid shagging, fake feelings, forever begging  
So stop complaining start creating otherwise they’ll be celebrating  
I know the way to get ’em bleeding  
Expose the wirings of those greedy mannequins
“Oh, he’s too bitter”  
"Oh, he's just a hater not a spitter."
Fuck you, i just don't appreciate the tone young padawan i could be your fatha!
While you do shit and try to slaughter me with regurgated dada!
Grow the fuck up, get hungry, buid your mind, don't worry you'll manage
Test of time for all creators, artists, lyricists and all you damage!
Every playlist curator taking cash in their DMs  
Every bot farm owner cashing checks while callin' you my friend
Every AI vocal stem labeled “final secret mix”  
Every platinum plaque that was purchased with some tricks
But shit's out now, no one left to frame, left to blame
Receipts are here, Reapers too, watch you fall, lose all the shit you gained
Why you wanna have a kingdom build on lies? Why not a kingdom build blood and stains?
Born through all the struggle and the scars, the hunger fueled by pain
But you fucked up, just in case you didn't know, you little frauds
How does it feel being exposed, anything you left unsaid?
There was a time, remember, when the culture was clean  
No matter what, i still spit bout whatever's on my mind, you know what i mean?
Today i just wanted to swat some flies, crush their lies, two in one, my combine
Just another day of a soulful killa on a thrilla with that ice cold chilla

[Hook]

Frauds

For all the bots out there.... get rekked.

[Refrain]
Block! Block! Block! - ya bitch ass gettin' drop dropped
Block! Block! Block!- fake ass love get pop popped
Those real plays ain't it - keep em - eat shit
Suck my motherfuckin' dick i make it fuckin' fit fit
Block! Block! Block! - ya relentless parasites rot rot
Block! Block! Block! - i fuck you up with every shot shot
You greedy retarded cunts think ya clever clever!

Block Block - bitches burn in hell forever ever!

[Verse]
Fuck yeah, new follow, fire beat bro
Yeah, yeah, sure sure, kiss my ass!
Two lines later you beggin' for cash
Faster than the motherfuckin' flash!
Looks like a retard finger-painted with his cock
Nah bro you can't paint keep that dogshit slop!

[Verse]
Next retard "Lyric video just 20 bucks" - same ass template
Are all the morons here, talentless fuckin' brainless apes?
Then the king arrives, real listeners bro organic
Ten K bots from bangladesh, desperate mongoloid in panic!
Bitch yo got a hard time payin' rent, go watch cartoons
I swear this platform's full of leeches 'n' dead ass goons!

[Hook]
DELETE! DELETE! - you fuckin leeches!
DELETE! DELETE! - suck my meaty meat!
DELETE! DELETE! - scram scam bitch!
DELETE! DELETE! - eat shit! eat shit! eat shit!
DELETE! DELETE! - stop to fuckin breeth!
DELETE! DELETE! - overdose on speed!
DELETE! DELETE! - Bitch you ain't me!
DELETE! DELETE! - i drop you guaranteed!

[Post-Hook]
RAAAAAH! POW! POW! POW!
RAAAAH! POW! POW! POW!

[Verse]
Holt on... slow - lemme read this bullshit
Colab opportunity - translation: pay my rent real quick!
Fifty for a Verse soundin' like Ai gettin' strangled
Shit cracks me up, did you hate your puberty? 
Were you mangled?

[Verse]
Playlist plugs, couple thousand bots and 5 retarded cunts!
Curated by a special-ed kiddo that want's my fuckin funds!
Slop bots commenting fire fire, shit slaps, hits!
From sexygirl69_real with fo sure no tits!
You think you sharks, you think you smellin blood 
Fuck off, ok? 
Stop targeting the poor you bottom feedin' ghouls!

[Hook]
DELETE! DELETE! - you fuckin leeches!
DELETE! DELETE! - suck my meaty meat!
DELETE! DELETE! - scram scam bitch!
DELETE! DELETE! - eat shit! eat shit! eat shit!
DELETE! DELETE! - stop to fuckin breeth!
DELETE! DELETE! - overdose on speed!
DELETE! DELETE! - Bitch you ain't me!
DELETE! DELETE! - i drop you guaranteed!

[Post-Hook]
RAAAAAH! POW! POW! POW!
RAAAAH! POW! POW! POW!

[Bridge: Spoken Word]
"You fuckin' lucky this ain't the streets."
"I'd thunderdome your asses."
"Put you down like the dogs you are."
"Fuck all y'all."

[Post-Hook]
RAAAAAH! POW! POW! POW!
RAAAAH! POW! POW! POW!

[Outro]
Next message... 
DELETE!

Bots Bots Bots

Ta ta'ta try!
ta'ta try! Try!

[Verse]
So you think i'm rated ten,
A lil grip, squeeze and i'm unlocked
You pull the leash and i purr on command
Ride shotgun and call ya daddy
That i surrender, you slide right in(mhmm… bad idea)

[Verse]
You're an N-P-C, honey
Zero rizz, Zero pull, Zero overall
You're not a slice of heaven
Boy you're not a baddy
six seven in the clouds
five nine on the ground 
(short king activity)  

[Verse]
Scram, leave my orbit
I don't know you,
Got no mutuals or friends
I don't date peeps
That got zero receipts
But still...
You're lowkey ate (so damn bad)

[Pre-Chorus]
Eyes kinda empty (look at me)
Lips full of lies (kiss me anyway)
You're aura's bad
Lackin swagger
But there's something about you... (fuck)

[Chorus]
You fiend... (yeah you do)
for what you can't have...
Dragon... blood... in diamond... skin... (touch it)
It's all... 'bout the burn...
Don't care... for the scars...
You'd still double tap.... (tap that)
double tap (tap tap)
... you're lowkey... ate... (ate!)

[Post-Chorus]
Ate Ate
You're lowkey ... ate
You're lowkey

[Instrumental Interlude]
Ta ta'ta try!
ta'ta try! Try!  

[Verse]
Hold on a minute
Let's just say
Purely hypothetical
That let's say later
We split an uber
Head the same way
Let you get handsy in the back
location off, just us
Lemme know
You gonna crash or level up?
Damn boy (hands already on me)

[Chorus]
You fiend... 
for what you can't have...
Dragon... blood... in diamond... skin... (touch it)
It's all... 'bout the burn...
Don't care... for the scars...
You'd still double tap.... (tap that)
double tap (tap tap)
... you're lowkey... ate... (ate!)

[Post-Chorus]
Ate Ate
You're lowkey... ate
You're lowkey...

[Instrumental Interlude]
Ta ta'ta try!
Ta'ta try! Try!  

[Bridge]
You cracked me, (finally)
Got my attention
The way you moan my name (say it again)
Like my hidden cheat code
Your laserlike focus
The way you glaze me,
I'm almost...
Just almost... (don’t stop)
Ready to drop being toxic
Drop acting like it phased me.
Damn you’re so annoyingly hot.... (ugh, come here)  

[Chorus]
You fiend... 
for what you can't have...
Dragon... blood... in diamond... skin... (touch it)
It's all... 'bout the burn...
Don't care... for the scars...
You'd still double tap.... (tap that)
double tap (tap tap)
... you're lowkey... ate... (ate!)

[Post-Chorus]
Ate
Ate
You're lowkey... ate
You're lowkey ... ate

Ta ta'ta ta'ta'tap (mwah)  

[Outro]
Maybe next time... 
Or right now... (lies)

Lowkey Ate

[Intro]
Mmm, yeah… girls...listen.
Time to have a lil' fun tonight…  
Get them heels, get that bag...
We out!

[Verse]
Group chat live-lee, blowin up
"We in route, no catchin zeee's"
We rollin in, 5 cars deep
My girl army comin' with da fleet

[Verse]
Pullin’ up in my '68 chevy nova, 
Paint drippin' pink like candy
Teslas breakin' necks!
That stare, ooh that envy
Watch em pullin' ova tryna stand me. 
We gucci, all thick, 
All paid, all bad (we bad.. trust)
Trés chique, my clique
Nails long, Hair laid
Bitch you better swole, a'ight?

[Pre-Chorus]
What you lookin at?
Nah, boy, we a crew, tables we don't do
We V-I-P!

We only role in sections!

[Chorus]
Action! Action!
That's what we here for!
Got that vibe, got that Club on lock (non-stop!)
We here for the ride
That pop! pop! pop! (non-stop!)
We here for the 
Co'Co'Co'Co'Co
For that
Co'Co'Co'Co'Co
Shut up! Pull up!
Show me that...
Co'Co'Co'Co'Co
Come on boy
Keep up!

[Instrumental Hook]
Co'Co'Co'Co'Co
Co'Co'Co'Co'Co

[Verse]
There's my toy in the cut
Sippin' Jacky, playin' it cool
Can feel his gaze wander down my back
Yeah tyga, i'm fine,
Undeniably unresistable
Oooh i'm a snack!

[Verse]
So we dance (we do)
We dance a lil' dirty
Hips clash, rules drop
Clique's watchin, poppin' off

That snack's mine...

[Chorus]
Action! Action!
That's what we here for!
Got that vibe, got that Club on lock (non-stop!)
We here for the ride
That pop! pop! pop! (non-stop!)
We here for the 
Co'Co'Co'Co'Co
For that
Co'Co'Co'Co'Co
Shut up! Pull up!
Show me that...
Co'Co'Co'Co'Co
Come on boy
Keep up!

[Instrumental Hook]
Co'Co'Co'Co'Co
Co'Co'Co'Co'Co

[Bridge]
Turn it up! (Turn it up!)
A lil’ louder!
Make that booty bounce!
Booty bounce!
Booty bounce!
(Shake it - harder!)
We ballin’! (Yeah we are)
We on top! (Up! Up!)  

[Chorus]
Action! Action!
That's what we here for!
Got that vibe, got that Club on lock (non-stop!)
We here for the ride
That pop! pop! pop! (non-stop!)
We here for the 
Co'Co'Co'Co'Co
For that
Co'Co'Co'Co'Co
Shut up! Pull up!
Show me that...
Co'Co'Co'Co'Co
Come on boy
Keep up!

[Instrumental Hook]
Co'Co'Co'Co'Co
Co'Co'Co'Co'Co

[Outro]
Co'Co'Co'Co'Co...
We be bad bitches...
Yeah we be...

Action

Lets face it. We all been there. You listen to Hip Hop - you're a smooth operator, but the girl doesn't really listen to the same music or you're not sure she does. So you have no choice but to rizz her up and make clear what music is now gonna play from now on in your car and your house... 

[Verse]
Shorty, a second, come here, 
Lemme tell you real quick,
I'm half Shaq, half Keanu, 
Double the trouble, triple the dick!
My tongue's a tornado, 
My hands straight titty twista's
I like those hips of yours, 
My lil chocolate sista
Tryna rizz you up, 
Be a proper gentle thug, 
Make you wetter than my drip
Gas you up, slide in smooth, 
Then go ham, go stupid, 
Make you mine bit by bit!
You fine as hell girl, hundred, 
Lemme get your insta quick

[Pre-Hook]
But listen, 
Gonna make some shit real clear,
There's only one way the beat's gonna drop,
Only one way these bars gonna hit,
Only one way this whole thing gonna go,
Only one way the music gonna play,
And that's the right way...

[Hook]
THIS THE LIFE WE LIVE!
This the beat we bump!
Hip-Hop's da way!
We bump it every day!
THIS THE LIFE WE LIVE!
This the beat we bump!
Hip-Hop's da way!
We bump it every day!
THIS THE LIFE WE LIVE!
This the beat we bump!
Hip-Hop's da way!
We bump it every day!

[Post-Hook]
We lit! We lit! We lit! 
We a lil cray cray!
Yeah - we a lil cray cray! Yeah yeah!
Uh 
yeah yeah…
Cray cray! Yeah yeah!
Uh
Yeah yeah…
Cray cray! Yeah yeah!
Uh
Yeah yeah…
Cray cray! Yeah yeah!
We a lil cray cray...

[Verse]
Baby Girl, let's hang tonight, alright?
Got a present you desire, 
That candy cane you crave.
Beautiful packed in red and white.
Let you unpack it, grip it.

Just lick me slow from the base... 

Watch me melt under your lips.
Sweet rush comin', no rush, 
You go girl take them deep sips.
I let you find my easter eggs, 
Nice and thick, filled with cream,
Use me like a straw, 
Suck it hard and raw,
Until you hit that warm filling stream!

[Pre-Hook]
But listen, 
Gonna make some shit real clear,
There's only one way the beat's gonna drop,
Only one way these bars gonna hit,
Only one way this whole thing gonna go,
Only one way the music gonna play,
And that's the right way...

[Hook]
THIS THE LIFE WE LIVE!
This the beat we bump!
Hip-Hop's da way!
We bump it every day!
THIS THE LIFE WE LIVE!
This the beat we bump!
Hip-Hop's da way!
We bump it every day!
THIS THE LIFE WE LIVE!
This the beat we bump!
Hip-Hop's da way!
We bump it every day!

[Post-Hook]
We lit! We lit! We lit! 
We a lil cray cray!
Yeah - we a lil cray cray! Yeah yeah!
Uh 
yeah yeah…
Cray cray! Yeah yeah!
Uh
Yeah yeah…
Cray cray! Yeah yeah!
Uh
Yeah yeah…
Cray cray! Yeah yeah!

[Extended Hook]
THIS THE LIFE WE LIVE!
This the beat we bump!
Hip-Hop's da way!
We bump it every day!
THIS THE LIFE WE LIVE!
This the beat we bump!
Hip-Hop's da way!
We bump it every day!
THIS THE LIFE WE LIVE!
This the beat we bump!
Hip-Hop's da way!
We bump it every day!
THIS THE LIFE WE LIVE!
This the beat we bump!
Hip-Hop's da way!
We bump it every day!

[Outro]
"We a lil..." [Fix]
"K(ray) girl..." [Fix]
"If you down..."
"Ya feel me?"
"Ya feel me?"

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"Coco Jamboo" is a eurodance song by German band Mr. President from their second studio album We See the Same Sun.

Writer(s)	Kai Matthiesen, Delroy Rennalls, Rainer Gaffrey


004 coco jambo  - mr president

I found writing lyrics a new outlet for my creativity. As such, you all will have to suffer through the thoughts that go through my brain. Travel safe.

While i'm responsible for the lyrics and the general end result, i should emphasize that the actual sound is created with generative AI. I chose the sound, the voice, the genre and delivery and the general guidance of song structure and instrumentation. Build Ups, Instrumental breaks, Drops etc. are all placed by me and given input as best as the AI can handle it. With more granular tools and a better control over the generated audio my personal input will grow as well.

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