A re-envisioning of my first ever track, that I wrote back in 2017, and attempted to record a pretty bad version of it back in 2021. 
 beat by Misim beats 

((lyrics))

"Green Glow about to blow nuclear snow when I go atomic even if you surpass me I'll just go hyperbolic there will be no chamber in which you evade my clear and present danger So better gangway before I go bang bang like I was the Lone Ranger when the bullets ricochet passing right through you like Wild Gunman, I'm only one man but by the time you realize I'm The One, man oh man you're going to be looking at me like I'm the Goddamn Oogie Boogie Man

Damn thats crazy man you still want to stand against me with my itchy trigger finger on the delete key? Then let me discreetly double-check how many lifes on the screen left to set the hi-score between me and this prehistoric herbivore with some homicidal lyrical conflict that will rival the the first World War, You don't stand a chance son I'm number one like fucking Bulbasaur! Four score and seven bars ago, I told you this 1V1 was unwise, so don’t be surprised when it ends in your untimely demise

Cant out run this speed run (no glitch i cant be hacked) spitting till the game's done (so brace for mortal combat) the undisputed player one (you look like Big the Cat) turn the console on, drop this bomb going 1v1
Cant out run this speed run (no glitch i cant be hacked) spitting till the game's done (so brace for mortal combat) the undisputed player one (you look like Big the Cat) turn the console on, drop this bomb going 1v1

You're spitting bars that leave a lot to be desired, I'm spitting bars that make people go Goddamn that motherfucker's PK fire, Acting like your Majesty when you're just a Squire careful you might end up just a casualty to the centrifuge that is the fire that I spit constantly, translation? I don't think you have an ounce of skill, to pull off this 360 no scope kill, got this beat ablaze as you gaze into my eyes and feel this Pendant Stare so can I unleash my Spirit of Vengeance on this endless dimension of sentience as you witness a true legend of transcendence that will engulf you and everyone in attendance, now I'm running circles around you like Sonic pressing up down left right B A select start flying down these rhymes like it was fucking Mario Kart so don't be gooking when you looking behind you at this blue Koopa Shell that's about to decimate and obliterate your ass, you done fucked up A-A ron I just special summoned The Forbidden One 

Cant out run this speed run (no glitch i cant be hacked) spitting till the game's done ( so brace for mortal combat) the undisputed player one (you look like Big the Cat) turn the console on, drop this bomb going 1v1
Cant out run this speed run (no glitch i cant be hacked) spitting till the game's done (so brace for mortal combat) the undisputed player one (you look like Big the Cat) turn the console on, drop this bomb going 1v1

Finger guns on the quick draw better not choke we ain't shooting BB's with Papa this is the real smoke blues about to have people thinking you croaked years ago like Steve, believe me, the Blue's ain't going to find no clues as to you whereabouts after I'm done with you, oops looks like I just revoked your diplomatic immunity in the Guinness world record high score community got the hot flow trinity of the all mighty righteous hip hop divinity,

you're going to need to use some interplanetary telemetry if you want to find my verbal weaponry of mass destruction take your time connecting these dots I ain't Russian, to go back to pissing in pots with you back alley hobos when I'm spitting pain like I was the King of Games just call me Yugi Moto, got this beat constricted with my right to bear arms like I was Doc Ock lyrical harm but don't get it tangled up with your mumble rap flow I leave the beat mangled we can't go fucking toe-toe 

(chorus repeats four times)

Game over, motherfucker."

A diss track to one of the most neglectfully dangerous and incompetent managers that I have ever encountered in the workforce. 

(Beat by RiddickXBeats)

(Lyrics by GG)

Ooh wee Rick gotta wake up go to work, and deal with some bitch named E-ric, why you looking like Dr Robotnik, I'ma vacate back to the tropics, but not before I lose this stain, a residue so microscopic, a royal pain in my ass, I'd call you a prick, but I'd need a fucking magnifying glass just to see past everyone going for the gold and you forcing us to come in dead last, 

so scoot over you pseudotumor sitting there conversating for 2 hours like Boomhauer, got everyone pretending you ain't slithering through all of the slivers of broken glass, well they should call you Smithers cuz all you do is quiver in the corner like a can of worms you and Walker can take turns sucking my dick just call me Mr Burns, you should have stayed in school now you're going to learn why they call me GG, stop, U-turn Mark your grave with some graffiti maybe take a piss in your urn,

 there will be no peace treaty your death will be swift and speedy, you say we're bias? but sorry sweetie, we've been about as nice as we can possibly be to someone with an IQ of about maybe 23, 

oh and E, every time you punch out for lunch, you just the shark, leaving the boys hanging like it was the trailer park, "hey dood", you might regret it if you raise your voice to me, even an octave slightly more than 3, if all you gonna do is sit there and bark, I'ma swing, you don't want this smoke I've fucking decked a shark,

 better call your airline there's going to be some unexpected groundings, have your face looking like a Boeing 737 Max crash landing, it's too late to cop a plea, this will be the last fucking time you've hindered me! 

so picture this artistic scene it's just you and me out back by receiving G, it's 29° outside it's freezing see? There won't be a thing you can do to stop me from secretly stealing your manager key and locking every door in the fucking building E, 

I'm not locked in here with you, you're locked in here with me, your odds of survival are ever decreasing B, I don't see anyone grieving for you just an old tired mother who should have just swallowed you,

 this beef will be forever ongoing to the ones in the not knowing, my hate for you will never ever ever stop flowing,

 see I think this place needs a little spring cleaning from all the grime you leave behind, like we was stuck in Nam, fuck it Sam! I'll be the one to magically erase you from the very fabric of time, 

just like Don McLean saying this will be the day that I die when I slickly pull this pistol and stick it in your eye, so go on and say bye-bye Miss American pie, fan the hammer like it was a submachine, widescreen, until you die, just in time to realize gee E, don't you see? It was me the whole time, you're the germ in the lean, I'm the fucking vaccine, leave the counter with a gleam, fuck it man I'm Mr. Clean

E-Ric

((Lyrics))


"So, i've got a question for ya. Do you think even the worst person can change? That everybody can be a good person, if they just try? Heh heh. . . All right. Well here's a better question. Do you wanna have a bad time? Ya know...It's a beautiful day outside. Birds are singing, flowers are blooming. . . On days like these, rappers like you. . . Should be burning in hell.

Looks like you've been quite busy got the whole block on lock looking a bit grizzly so many bodies I got a cock block your genocidal tizzy how many tries is it now stuck in this cycle big bad boss battle back and forth in the halls with Alfred's would be Psycho so go ahead and scream did you bang your head on the walls when I sent you back to the continue screen it would seem you didn't have it in you stuck in this incarnation cycle like we was Hindu that's it hood up I forbid you to take another step looks like an evil spirit within you Frisk, tisk tisk how many tries is that now five or six? breaking my heart to pieces each time the number of times I gotta take your life increases

Jesus Christ I'm a funny guy but you're kinda like the Antichrist saying everything has to die careful kid starting to get that glow in my eye, each try just slicing that knife, ight, well your aim ain't quite right tho, what? you thought I was just going to sit there and take it hoe? hell no, this ain't Dark Souls work on them barrel rolls I've popped off on worse punks than you son, so come and get some, right back to the title when you succumb to this battle, get dunked on, you mad dummy? Well the next 30 runs will probably leave a bad taste in your mouth and an upset tummy, you're going to need to be a no-hit master to get past this Gaster Blaster buddy, keep trying I'm only getting faster as I extract the big bloody gangster 

when I remaster this beat laying down attack patterns with feats that would bring the very best down to one knee, you're in for a real treat, what you didn't know there was a second battle scene? I don't wanna be mean but you aren't really human are ya, I see a monster in that mind worse than Harry Truman, ya can't hide behind your cranium lies an element more violent than uranium, but I know a nihilist from undiagnosed Megalovania!

 So make no mistake I'm about to pin ya down and stake ya like a Belmont, back alley Transylvania, 
R U done yet? guess not, so just let me reset my mania, bars too hot to not get shell shocked, as I'm bouncing around ya like a gymnasium, you're beyond a therapist, come on kid, get creative, I'm starting to get a little pissed, each swing from you has been just a miss, I thought you were the homicidal specialist, maybe I'm just too evasive, keep going and I'll erase your save son, fucking A, you're a slave to this battle, eternally like a Ghost Rider in the saddle, you're in the Hall of my Judgment, or is it a funeral chapel? either way killing you is getting a bit redundant, so why don't you take the hint, and dismantle yourself from this save file, maybe I was in denial but if we were ever friends you won't come back again.

Gettttt dunked onnnnnn mother fucker"

A Bad Time

A re-envisioning of my Jojo's bizarre rap battle track. It's a bit of a word vomit track, at 700 words in 3 minutes.

(lyrics)

"Good grief you must really want this beef then you better think fast best you catch this can of whoop-ass that's game set and match going to need a triple bypass

((good grief))

the names John quick like a flash in the pan I got the strength of Jonathan to break both your hands so you can never hold a fucking mic again, my bars have an Undisputed Harmony so Excuse me while I take a deep breath revive my Harmon and unleash this catastrophe, did you just reject your humanity? 

Someone call the barman these body shots are on me, trust me bub we have nothing in common, next to me you're like a metapod using harden, everything you've done is just blasphemy mixed with verbal atrocities

I'm about to deal you some real blows like Jotaro, when I'm done you're going to be seeing Stars when I go platinum I'm too fast son rapping faster than you can flip between the pages of a maxim, I'm a crazier Diamond than Josuke so there's no way you're ever going to best me in a fillet of words no way Jose even if you survive today I'll just be sure to repay every verbal AK spray with the same gusto as a Capo you'll be pinned between my golden winds when I come to your house to make this delivery but it's not delivery it's Giorno!

Sitting in the corner while I'm front and center Spitting Fire like magicians Red feel this Inferno from your big toe to your elbow from the get-go this battle should have been a no-go, While you been sitting on the phone playing Pogo, I've pursued you across the globe like you're my sworn foe, just in time to put my fist through this vampiric hobo, guess on the down low you didn't know my last name was Kujo

it's futile to try and fight me with those infantile bars this Beatdown is going to be brutal so go ahead and say toodles to the world of the living beg me to stop but sorry bub I'm not that forgiving got 25 bi guys and a simeon doing your bidding across the world quit disappearing I'm itching to give you an ass kicking

I don't give a fuck how many times your wounds heal I refuse to yield the second I see your face the fighting Spirit is unfurled, time is Frozen like I just activated the world

((one, two, three, four, five seconds have passed))

You've had me out here playing Dora the explorer for too long to not hit you with every Ora Ora i can but unlike you the Jostar mojo don't come from no damn arrow, my Platinum glow comes from the soul yo, but you keep on spinning your wheels like a yo-yo

You know I don't know if the yellow jump suit works for you bro, are you sure tho, that the fit you want to meet god in yo? then let's go blow for blow, with bars like hydrogen bombs to throw you back across the pond, and leave you 6 ft below, in the great beyond standing there slack jawed like a dumb blonde in the by and by, nice try bub, but kiss your ass goodbye, or maybe I should just wait for the Dawn and watch your Edward Cullen ass fry,

Your end is nigh got all eight cylinders firing at 250 PSI, the best thing you could ever do is die, so I can scatter your ashes to the fucking sky, I've come too far to burn out like a star, 50 days filled with yare yare daze and like 20 bizarre dudes who I swear are gay, but hold your Hol Horses, I just froze time for your corpse at the nine second mark I should have known you were all bark and no bite even with the physique of All Might, I didn't want to take the low road but I'm about to do to you what Godzilla did to Tokyo everything you do is just So-So playing second fiddle to me must feel like Toto, so excuse me while flex on you like my name was Jojo

 yare yare daze motherfucker"

Enemy Stand User

      Beat (Prod. DamienBeatz)   

                lyrics (written by G.G.)

"~Run, you better run, (you better run) there's a man who fears no one, (no one) Run, you better run, (you better run) and if he finds you, you'll be, done, (done, done)~

feeling a bit manic, take cover from this somatic relapse in the attic of my synapse, 

(don't you just hate when that fucking happens)

 out of nothing when I get erratic, spastic with this slapstick on and off problematic attacking people off the street through the peephole of theses beats,

 yo you should see the B-roll behind my eyeballs that makes a K-hole look like Christmas time on my South Pole,

 Interpol wants to come to my house to talk gun control, for all the times I tried to reenact rock and roll suicide, 

man everything was great till you guys arrived, no need to confiscate I'm already lucid to the sin

of all 8 games of Russian roulette Looks like I win again, grab a seat, take a bet, cuz even if I lose It's a win-win,

 Here, you give it a spin, but I don't need a Vulcan to tell me that my psychological states more than biological past the states of matter well into theological, 

You see B. these are the chronicles of a false prophet, (least that's how the locals see it)

The Cript Keeper just gave me 30 days to clean out my motherfucking closet.

~Run, you better run, (you better run) there's a man who fears no one, (no one) Run, you better run, (you better run) and if he finds you, you'll be, done, (done, done)~

I'm a slick spit-o-sophical prophet yo, well that is once I make my great escape from my psychiatric hospital

 With as many padded cells as I've seen it seems to me the mission is more than impossible, well to be honest maybe just implausible,

 That I would remain topical long enough to intervene in between what is not so secretly killing me, 

You see I'm a bigger danger than you know because on the down low key

 the only thing that could kill me 

other than a kilo

 is me! see, it seems to me; that you underestimate just how crazy i can be

Low-key Dawg that's the danger that I pose to you, because you look at me and see just a poser demigod,

 until you have no more tries left on the screen, to test the patience within the seams of my noggin, that holdd'en back a demogorgon

Yeah of course I'm joking, or am I secretly plotting on smoking y'all for dissing me, like you and your whole family died of dysentery

 on the way to Oregon who knows what I'll do one of these days, 

so best be on your tippy toes, all we know is that you think I'm psycho!

~Run, you better run, (you better run) there's a man who fears no one, (no one) Run, you better run, (you better run) and if he finds you, you'll be, done, (done, done)~

Fuck it lets go, since y'all got me pegged for the next American psycho by natural selection why so serious we all know I'll be back for the 2024 election,

 (already got the majority vote in Ohio,)

About to flip the poles on the Texan frontier (yesssss sir) 
 
Came in and fucked with my dough and my home, (that's a big fucking no no) and if I had a hoe for you to fuck with too, you should know

That'd would be it for you boo, (get it, Boo) because after I'm through with you it's a one way travel price to the afterlife for you!

Yo, yo hol' up, I'ma get Old Testament up in here....

"Run unto you, him your first son said John, to far gone, is he to pass through the needle of kingdom come the 2nd spawn hath come and gone, back turned to the path, of all commandant, hate hath replaced all but abandonment, A father taught to only to pass judgement, a  mother wrought with false enlightenment, a son lost by 21, and the one who could see it undone hath chosen eternal banishment...

"ay yo GG...chill the fuck out Dawg..."

The Chronicles of a False Prophet

((lyrics by GG))

((beat PROD. JohnGRecords))

"Yoohoo, hey dood, guess who nerd, I done heard you tried to check yourself out at the Express checkout line of life...nice, give it a little more effort next time you always did half-ass everything damn that bites man had to keep my ass from smiling how's your head feeling? Cuz mine's still reeling from the time you dropped a fucking shelf on me, yeah the club can be a deadly thing, but it seems to me, a team lead should know not to stack things in threes, 

ooh wee Rick, that's quite the party trick, never seen someone take half a ton of dirt to the back quite like that man, like damn you good fam? Tell you what man, take a few months off, to get back on your feet, and I'll keep your seat warm till then, got folk back in Miami asking me if I employed a death Note to smite thee, naw E, whatever happened that day is between you and the powers that be, but between you and me and the rest of the store, I've never seen God karmically strike down my enemy quite like that before, 

and this is just me, but it seems to be, there might be a bit more to your history to have earned a pallet of dirt, Mmmm taste just like just deserts, I bet that one hurt kind of like when you get a dent in your car for free, Ayy E? How's the o'll 370Z? Cuz I want to see you go from zero to 60 right into a tree, but honestly man you were lucky to see 53, 

yet you only seem to find girls who are 19, kind of a creepy blunder when you were trying to put the moves on Amber, acting like you were going to be her sugar daddy and bang her, or when the preteen AT&T rep began her sales pitch, and you thinking she finna touch your dick, come on now E-rick,

 do I have to spell it out? easy now E, R you sure?  I, C, you for what you really are, E, R, I, C, what dat spell? BITCH!! I don't miss when I go John wick on a motherfucker, cuz if it was me that fell on to ya from three stories, best believe they would need to do more than just restore his Achilles heel,

 I done told you before, bring in the committees file all the ethics reports galore, it's really a pity cuz I don't give a fuck no more, I'm the G.O.A.T. that they'll choose to promote to captain of this leaking boat, by the time you return to action, you'll be sweeping behind the totes, and you won't even be fit to finish a TEO note,

But I look forward to that afternoon when I can look down on you from the Moon, don't bother checking the scoreboard it already reads "GG", like I was playing tycoon for free, actually my bad it's Warlord, naww wait it's high noon, or would you prefer longswords? Honestly let's not mince words, but all I ever needed to drop you was just four chords, and a few choice words to hum in tune, and honestly this day can't come too soon, but don't believe me when I say "I hope you get well soon"

Get Well Soon

the third and final installment in The saga against the retail war criminal known as E-ric.

(lyrics)




(Son of a bitch, looks like this might be it, got the ol bait and switch, Ive become the son of E-ric)
 Let me set the scene, it's only been, 2 years in the making,
coming off the heels of moving to the hills of St. Florien,  
only plan get a job at Sam's, just to feed the machine, 
 (bitch please)
 Why he looking like Mr clean
that's when I met some prick, a real bitch, named E-ric
it set off a chain reaction of conflict, 
just a bad man, no plan,  dealing out backhands,
Fuck it man I've done had it, I'll be in the back man,
all good, we all know, you've become the Son of the one son of a bitch known as E-ric, 
Was he fired or did he quit? heh, no comment, actually he's retarded, 
sorry brain misfired, I meant retired, Oh no shit?, Yep crushed flat by a falling pallet, well shit, that's it? GG's I guess... (Son of a bitch, looks like this might be it, got the ol bait and switch, Ive become the son of E-ric)
Well shit without you here I fear you killed the dream,
of robbing you of title of team lead, can't see a reason to go on, can't even wear fucking green,
cookie cutter blues because, authority should be distinguishable only to you,
from anarchy to gatekeeping corporate greed, We'll see who's worse, me or you,
Got these kids going boo hoo Everytime I pull through with a new Zone review, between you and me, careful now don't spill the tea, on Mr clean,Cody, Codie and Zachary, y'all can suck my dick in turn inbetween all three,
 In case you didn't see I'm in the running for the most toxic manager seat,
and when I get it I'm gonna make being competent obsolete, 
 (Son of a bitch, looks like this might be it, got the ol bait and switch, Ive become the son of E-ric)
Ah shit hold up, 


 Ok that's it, gonna kick a jit, like goddamn,
can you not fuck up for like 6 seconds Sam, 
you know I had a plan for the drop man, gonna pop off, like the plug flying with the drugs to the drop zone in Japan 
man you better bet your ass I can, When I double drop the whole damn store on fucken the sales floor,
I'd dive out the way, I ain't playing anymore, I shifted into overdrive, a year ago, when I set the score, against the ethically poor, 
nice try, if your butt is hurt just try throwing another ethics report,
 I promise I'll be a good sport and not unalive you and your cohorts 
(Hey man you said you wouldn't power dive me,) psych bitch I lied!
Get caught in a powerlifting sandwich, If you live, 
I'll see your ass in court, Or just come meet me on my front porch, For some mutually assured scorched Earth, Motherfucka, 
Guess I'll just stock the store too man, like goddamn can you go any slower at this rate will be here till fucking late October, ay yo full disclosure,
these kids are more than just mediocre, I would describe them more as, gazelle in a lion enclosure, 
or maybe a two week old fermented gas station floater,
Damn E, I guess you and me really do have something in common B.
 Can't you see, the great GG and Mr Clean are secretly the same fucking thing, a hard working team lead? Ha 
Sorry no such thing
  Honestly E. I see way too much of you in of me,
(Well maybe just temperamentally)

Son of E-ric

A collab between me and a good friend that I came up with. this collab has been in limbo for almost the last 3 years, so it is my pleasure to finally present it, He don't have a channel or anything but goes under the name PLP Cosmic.

lyrics by GG & PLP Cosmic 

beat by Soulker

Hey man, good luck, GG's, have that one on me, time to test y'all for the greatest of all, time your rhymes worth a dime of my time is worth a quarter more than you could hope to barter it off for, Check the score, 2-0 oh no but wait there's more, Got your boy Billy amazed as we take center stage, before we go atomic when my boi PLP Cosmic casts his flow like a mage and goes super sonic, Oops that makes you Dr robotnik, with an army of Badniks, bunch of yes men, mmmm bad tactics

Mad rappers 
when we rapping shit
never slack
Diamond pick axe 
from Minecraft 
Majora's mask task 
I cut Kratos in half
might'a stole the sword from Dante in fact
This is rap so you know what I'm doing 
crazy combinations how I hit em with hadouken's
fucking 
consuming like I'm Kirby 
barz getting nerdy speed running in a hurry
vocal cord 
funna roar
when I walk in the booth and hit record 
Yea they really want more
me and GG yea we killing shit on top of the 
leader board 
we bout to get kicked out the lobby
spitting shit like a potty 
broken septic 
I can see a fucking tower and I wreck it
shit I never fucking step I fucking wreck
look at my dialect 
I'm bout to come in like hella correct

Damn, Game set, new hi score, what a bore, about to take a browser on your skill, when I toss you around like "so long gay Bowser" as I canonically erode your skills with the Konami code, up down left right B A select start, we've been doing tricks on it from the start menu can you not see Buu we Majin, up in here fuck around and we'll eat you, Stay on your guard you're in the realm of the Game God, GG is all you'll see on the screen, When I take these bars and ramrod send it barreling down the track at the nearest nimrod nice shot A rod not even within pissing distance coming at you with the flintlock pistols like we was playing cod solo in squad, hell naw you just say YOLO that's cute bro I just respawned while I'm playing AFK, pop two shots to the dome like JFK, Boom, no brainer if that joke went over your head I'll just explain later, Your a Canary in the mine of my craft  So step off nerd I cast magic missile, about to burn you worse than Pixels did Billy Mitchell then try and sue you, coms to helm, Max warp Mr sulu

I Got a bad bitch 
call her Laura croft 
all up in ya mind 
like a psychonaut 
bad cough like I'm funna die
till the day I hit the sky 
Arthur Morgan with the rhyme
Bioshock 
Attom in my vein
already know I be just fucking up my brain
I just be riding the wave 
playing games like everyday
Deadrising killing zombies on an escalator 
pirating games I put roms up on my emulator 
first player to go and solo a team
Master chief how I be attached to the green 
everything's a dream 
Super mario 2 
might just be the first in the room 
like Atari my dude 
sorry but this shit going up like a rocket 
Bully on the beat like my name Jimmy Hopkins 
Yea I might go take over Vice City
Liberty City cause no ain't nobody fucking with me
they be mad cause me and GG Killin shit 
like we got infinite ammo in this bitch

2V2 Feat. (PLP Cosmic)

lyrics by GG
beat by Soulker
                               ((lyrics))

Whoa there tombstone there's a lone wolf in the snow,  ain't no place to go
When this wind starts to blow, 
Cat and mouse flows
 bones more than unlawful, law unto myself boi, I'm the Waffle House cowboy

Howdy there slick let's get down ruff and rowdy there you prick, I'm quick to spit a fit of wit like you just got pistol whipped by a six iron, why you crying A A ron, about to buy the farm and you still missed the barn, darn, tooting we shooting something at first Dawn, 
2 bit spitter, winged sinner, gun spinner, damn miss this coffee bitter, two sugar, fuck just missed her, must have pissed her off, you even tip her hoss? There's two guys named John in here only ones the boss,

Whoa there tombstone there's a lone wolf in the snow,  ain't no place to go
When this wind starts to blow, 
Cat and mouse flows
 bones more than unlawful, law unto myself boi, I'm the Waffle House cowboy

Don't be coy with me, less you wanna see how fast I pull this piece any last speech as I blast your ass to everlasting rest, no test, I'm the very best, Ace High, hey bud nice try, me I hit em dead on with the bullseye, Float in like driftwood, drop y'all like Eastwood pack of trees, hit the green in these backwoods, no ones gonna mourn you, well I guess the preacher would...I don't give a fuck, dumb buck, redneck in a pickup truck, tell me are you feeling lucky punk?

Whoa there tombstone there's a lone wolf in the snow,  ain't no place to go
When this wind starts to blow, 
Cat and mouse flows
 bones more than unlawful, law unto myself boi, I'm the Waffle House cowboy

only one place left to fool around in town now, adays you got to be cool, you ain't no daisy, can't you see  you're going to take these shots back to back like one two three, no miss, deadly accuracy

call that boy tombstone, Arizona, sipping on Corona, with my boots shone, this smoke gonna give you mensothelioma, on your way to see Paul the apostle, should have tried to rob the brothel boi not the waffle House cowboy

Whoa there tombstone there's a lone wolf in the snow,  ain't no place to go
When this wind starts to blow, 
Cat and mouse flows
 bones more than unlawful, law unto myself boi, I'm the Waffle House cowboy

GG's partner 

Waffle House Cowboy

A diss track to "ThorParkour" someone I used to call my best friend for 4 years. At over 6,000 words in 6 minutes, the lyrics exceed the word count limit for SoundCloud descriptions. 

You don't Got the Guts

a sneak diss cleverly disguised as an anime rap battle. 

(lyrics)

"Something's off I can tell from a whole continent away, you wanna play a game of what's in a name, but if we play, well I'll make good on my name, you're gonna hold this L, The God complex of this nutshell insisting that only he can save the world from the infidel,

 So grab a seat, and regale me with this tale of why you can't go to heaven or hell, And if you're feeling brave go ahead and ring the bell and start your attempts to dispatch me from this endless chess match, Even in death I'll have my whole class hunt you to your last breath, my skills on spotting snakes in the grass are undoubtedly world class, About to dedicate my life to the goal of seeing you exposed as phony now nearly eye to eye, tell me, from the day you were born was there ever a moment you didn't tell a lie? How silly of me, 

Theoretically if you were to appear to be emphatically attached to me, the probability of you being Kira goes to 50/50 How quickly I tear into you, when I mathematically display your true self clearly for all to see, Now hypothetically if you were me what would you say to pitifully convince me that you truly mean when you say that you care for me So I can critically dismantle it's validity, here's a good example, remember when you subjected me to your depravity?

Should have quit when your lethality was that of max capacity, cuz the possibility of your escape is narrowing, tell me how hard is it to maintain that mask of humanity? It's clear to me that your true feelings for her are worse than uncaring, but I'm perplexed to say which one you hide further away your morality or repressed sexuality, now I've suspected you for a while, but I think you've miscalculated the hypergravity of the situation, you'll never be anything more than a killer to me 

philosophically I believe you've chosen a coven of those who show unwavering devotion, technically it's a fair match then, for if your motion where to remain unbroken best believe the legacy of me will pursue you alphabetically and relentlessly into the night, but sit tight cuz you'll never see the sight of my demise with only the efforts of your lies perhaps maybe the shinigami eyes? when you realize that your companions have all but abandoned your doctrine of the supernatural assassin, if you knew what I've observed you would be concerned, but don't worry just try to imagine that this story isn't Canon, it's a bit untold but this is a story of how an L changed the world

Hold this L

a diss track to my ex-fiance of 7 years.

                                      (lyrics)

"Hey little cat, never did write you back, your letter still sits on my shelf, all black paper steady cursive tracer in White lines but not the kind that you and me used to do from time to time.  every now and then those times sit in the storage of my mind, orange skies, your hand gripping mine before I left for Florence when our lives were intertwined got most days stuck in replays and my brain starts to unwind the fabric of serenity, my OCD sending me to disparity when I see I don't have you there this time, but then half of evey other line? Oh how I thank God everyday knowing that I got away, granted the clarity to see past the insincerity and redefine every single time, I know you loved me, but was it the whole time? Or was I just second place sometimes on and off between 5 other guys? I really can't say, if you did, I'd just write it off as lies

7 years is a long time to be in denial cold sweat drenched in fear coming off the heals of Daniel dying, every single second after that just trying to die another day, back in my prime would've been child's play but I lost my brother so my mind went with him, into another abyss of all the moments I missed with you and him, a whole slew of things grew so fucking distant it's no wonder you were gonna exit, fuck it man Stevie Wonder couldn't have missed it. I pissed it all away, my choice! but don't you ever say to me the man meant fucking nothing to me next to my bois. more like more like a wooden horse in 1187 Troy, just your boy toys, getting passed around like the office slut cubicle to cubicle, cue ball in the corner pocket in the polycule, it's pitiful how long I played the part, just to take part in every moment I could, watching The click slowly tick to a bomb every smoke sesh with the boys getting pissy, Blake in the night saying "deuces, bitch; miss me", the really hard part for me, the stuff that gets tricky, is that it was all for you to end up with just Ricky? Fuck me.

The guy who never wanted you? For anything other than just your ass and tits boo? Well Fuck you and fuck him too. Treats you like his pet, just a guest in his house no space to hang a blouse talking so much shit about you to that loud mouth T and honestly half of it is true, and the other half makes me want to pull through pop him in the mouth, who knows maybe Blake too.

Been about 2 years now, somehow still have nightmares  you stabbing me in bed bleeding out and dying there, ended over a kiss but never forget, that it was i who dismissed you fucking the guy with the receding hairline as a myth, for him to diss me with a typed up asinine letter detailing all the different times he spread her 
I ain't getting better, the more I loosen on the tether the more i really start to remember all the words in your little blue journal, do i forgive? Or make this hate eternal? What's the fucking difference, anymore must have missed it,

So many things I still want to say but fuck it, who knows I'll probably be okay, guess I did write you back in a way, maybe I'll see again someday maybe then I might be able to pretend to be okay with you once or twice like the haydays before I had a car to take off so damn far, before we left each other so goddamn scarred. 

I'm scared to face the rest of my life, all my time, my hate, my strife my best friend, you and me till the end, you were going to be my wife, but now all my dreams of you involve getting knifed, so I don't know if I could get involved with your life twice, after everything I know better than to ever do anything other than promise you a letter that you know I will never deliver, but I'll never forget the days of you and me at Little River"

Little River Drive

Just a hip hop enthusiast from the magic city. I mostly make pop culture centered raps and the occasional diss track.

GG

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