Fukkit

lyrics:

STEP IN MY VICINITY FUCK AWAY YOUR VIRGINITY OFF THE TOP LIKE A KENNEDY DEADLY IF IM YOUR ENEMY PUSH ME/ 

I GUESS YALL NIGGAS REALLY WANNA SEE WHAT IT COULD BE, AND THE GLOCK GOT A DICK WATCH HOW IT MAKE YOU A PUSSY/ 

LOOKING OUT FOR THE TARGET I GOTTA SPOTTER YOU CAUGHT UP WITHOUT A DOLLAR INSIDE YO WALLET IM ON IT I GOT IT/

WHY THE FUCK IS YOU RUSHING ME WHILE YOUR PEOPLE ARE STALLING LOOKING RETARDED BUT THEY IN COLLEGE MY GOD ITS IRONIC/



GOT THE SPEED LIKE SONIC/

ITS WHATEVER YO GOTTI I KEEP THE PIECE LIKE GHANDI/ 

WHILE THEY TRYNNA COME FIND ME IS WHEN I CREEP UP BEHIND’EM AND WHERE MY PAIN IS CONFINED IN MY PEACE OF MIND CANT FIND IT/ 

SMOKING GAS HIGH MILEAGE/ 

NIGGAS SOFT IM SOLID/ 

DOING PRESS UPS AT THE GYM BUT YOU CANT FLEX HARD BODY/ 

THANK ME LATER MOTHERFUCKER CAUSE I AINT DONE SORRY/ 

AND I NEED IT ASAP NO BARI OR CARTI/ 

GUARANTEED I WANT THE SMOKE R.I.P BOB MARLEY/ 

CAMERAMAN GON HAVE TO FOLLOW ME IT LOOK LIKE MAURY WHEN I ENTER YOUR RESIDENTIAL IN THE HOUSE LIKE COREY/ 

ITS ALL THE SAME OLD STORY AND MATTER FACT YALL BORING ME IMMA KILL IT:

EVERY TIME I DO IT THATS ANOTHER WAVE THAT I INFLUENCE THEY GO AND PURSUE IT NOW YOUR FAVORITE RAPPER IS MY STUDENT SMART ENOUGH TO RUIN EVERYTHING YOU DO IS LOOKING FOOLISH WHEN COMPARED TO ME WHICH WHY WOULD THEY I THINK ITS SO AMUSING/ 



BITCH BACK BACK WIT A ROUNDHOUSE SMOKING ON SOME SHIT THAT MAKE YOU THINK YOU WIT A LOUDMOUTH/ 

WHY I GOT THE SAUCE LIKE SAURKRAUT,

YOU NIGGAS AINT BALLIN LESS YA SNEAKERS JUST LIKE BOW WOWS/ 

ALL APART THE SYSTEM OF A DAMNED DOWN YOU GON FEEL THE BULLET FOR YOU RECOGNIZE THE DAMN SOUND/

AND I SHOOT IT LONG RANGE BROAD DAY SO IM MAKING SURE WE SEE IT PAN OUT MAN DOWN/ 



I GOT A HOBBY, 

COLLECTING BODIES,

IM SENDING THEM SHOTS AT YO SHAWTY WIT KAMI MY TOMMY GOT TIMING MY DICK LONG AS RAMEN/

SHE DO WHAT I SAY SO LIKE SIMON/ X2



Vicinity of Obscenity hook

Fukkit - Vicinity (Prod. Y$57)

lyrics:

Kill you where you standing, I don't think you understand it I cant stand you not gonna take that sitting down okay I'll slam ’em
Body drop like drowning pool he 17 boy stay in school
Aint' gonna make me lose my cool that fan gonna blow right out the blue

I see you, when I see you like a movie trailer preview
But he ain't coming back so don't be waiting for that sequel
Your bones is getting broken like that ex that made you single I reverse your hype entirely and see you in my rear view
I dont care bout if this feed you watch me blade the key like Riku
I'm soaring past you goofies while you Donald Duck for cover call your people get your brother
I'm aiming at yo mother if he think he slick as butter cant believe it grabbed your cousin while they dreaming under covers
Annihilate your lover
I shoot a jumper out the courthouse still gonna beat the buzzer
They never should of let me out
The cage I been in lying down
Exposing all you liars now
For what you really are deep down
Could've been this way before but chose to be this way right now
Could've been on top before but too lazy to go and take trash out
Yea 1k
Keep that shit 1k
Ball hard like 2k
Get yo face
Out my space, erase
Everything you make
Real quick, uh
Black hole yo shit
Attract yo bitch she pull close get sucked in
Damn that twit pic
She follow dick
Slip in slide her DM slip inside her she get wet
Fukkit so tech
Give me lines like he sell tech
Or shoot back like tech-9 divide by 3 right at ya neck
There's words left unsaid
Need a censor like its triple x
I triple up yo debt
Now he doubting if he better dead
I put his ass to bed
Like lil' baby while he wah wah
Cause clearly you upset
Like you verified I send a check that's pointed at yo chest
Whatchu' want wit me
Nigga whatchu' want wit me
This a Kodak moment cause we in here smoking broccoli


Flash bang
White screen
No field of vision
Cant see what you cant hear in the distance
Concussed, your head bust
I scope you like its 1v1 on rust I keep that thang tucked its Fukkit cannot let you up
Flash bang
White screen
No field of vision
Cant see what you cant hear in the distance
Concussed, your head bust
I scope you like its 1v1 on rust I keep that thang tucked its Fukkit cannot let you up

Spotify

6. Flashbang

Produced by Stimachine

Background:

Setting takes place in a somewhat distant cyberpunkesque dystopian-future, specifically the nightclub area of a high class space ship strolling through a previously unknown galaxy, (near Andromeda) when suddenly the ship is attacked by rugged and unidentifiable Space Pirates. 

lyrics:

Fukkit:

I'M IN THE VIP SECTION THE CABIN DROP PRESSURE WE 300 MILES UP IN A BRAND NEW TESLA/

THE CLUB WAS IMPRESSIVE TIL SHIT GOT HECTIC/

SHIPS IN A WRECKAGE/

CAPTAIN IN DISTRESS AS HE LEFT US THE MESSAGE/

REMAIN CALM/

PARTYGOERS STRIPPIN TO THE SOUND OF THE ALARM SNIFFING BLOW LIKE A BOMB COCAINE IN HER BRA GETTING HIGHER THAN THE SKY IRONIC IN A FREE FALL/ 

MIND RACE AGAINST TIME, PACING GUESS WHY/

I DONT KNOW BOUT ANYBODY ELSE BUT IM IN LINE/

ESCAPE PODS VACANT/ 

PEEK OVER MY SHOULDER AND THE CROWD STILL PATIENT/

I DONT GOTTA SAY SHIT/



WE DYING IN A SPACE SHIP,

FLAME IN THE MAIN DECK,

UPLOADING MY CONSCIENCE BRAIN BODY GETS WASTED RIGHT CLICK, REPLACE, AND SAVE THEN REARRANGE IT WHERE EVERYBODY NAMELESS, AIMLESS, MADE BASIC/ 



STILL KEEP A GLOCK BY THE BED,

BUT NOW IT COME EQUIPPED WIT A LASER INSTEAD WHICH IS WHAT I LIKE BEST/ 

IT BURN THROUGH YOUR CHEST TIL THE SHAPE GETS PRESSED TO YOUR SKIN LIKE A SKETCH/ 

GET VEXED, 

CONFUSED, THEN DEPRESSED LIKE YA EX AFTER SEX FUCK AWAY LIKE A PEST IM THE BEST NO QUEST/

IN LIKE THE OPPOSITE OF OUT, JUST BOUGHT THESE NEW ANTIGRAVITY BOOTS FOR THE CLOUT/ 

YOU A SUIT SO GET OUT/

DEDUCE YOUR AMOUNT, 

THROUGH A CHIP, THATS IMPLANTED IN MY SCALP, WHAT ABOUT/

I BREATHE UNDERWATER LIKE A TROUT/

THAT BIG BLUE BALL WIT NO LEAVES AND NO SEEDS IN THE DROUGHT/ 

THATS RIGHT,

EARTH GOT A NEW NICKNAME SINCE WE TREATED GLOBAL WARMING LIKE A DAMN KIDS GAME:

PLANET 3-2-J-6-4-9-A

YES, EVERYBODY THERE IS EITHER POOR OR NOT THE SAME/ 



SABINO:

Transportation to our Destination now is out of question/ as the thrusters shut down now they feeling full dissension/ keep it cool pointless running toward an exit/ accept it/ calculate your state of panic through my specs augmented/ Not to mention the Co2 rising/ fucker keep it silent didn’t wanna show the violence/ but this holo-knife keep whining/ and I’m clearly fucking tired of it/ back of his head didn’t wanna show this side of him/ yet he knows the time is close he moves out the cabin just to go/ laser lights keep passing him/ still he knows the time is close remember the goal yeah he’s ready to go/ 



BRANDO:

YEAH IM READY TO GO I GOT BOMBS ON MY BODY BITCH IM READY TO BLOW/



(Sabino)

Keep it under control itd be best they don’t know just let the plans unfold/ 



BRANDO:

I GOT CANNONS ON MY NECK JUST LIKE IM PREDATOR BRO, IMMA HIT THE FUCKING LOBBY IMMA LET THIS SHIT GO 



(Sabino)

 Bro, I heard first time make sure it goes right   

But now In hindsight I think we left the plasma grenades/ 



BRANDO:

ZERO G ENERGY LEAKS INTO THE LOBBY.

BODIES BENDING BACK LIKE PILATES.

ITS OBVI THAT ALL YA OPTIONS AINT POPPIN.

RAISING THE PRESSURE VESSELS GET POPPING.

NOW I POP A BEAN LIKE JANEMBA.

DEAD SPACE FEEL COLD JUST LIKE DECEMBA.

REMOTE CONTROL ABORTION CODE’S A NO-GO

LET IT BLOW, THEN POSE FOR THE PHOTOS.

I GOT BROS, WE ALL BEARING LOGOS

HOPPED OUT THE FOUR DOOR, LIKE CODE LYOKO.

BITCH I AM LOCO. HOWLING LIKE LOBO.

I DONT GIVE NO FUCKS, I WONT FOLD BRO.

32-J (ft. Sabino & Brando) [Prod. Stimachine]

lyrics: 

CRITIQUE FROM THE SIDELINE,
LIVING THROUGH YOUR TIMELINE, 
SPENT 6 RACKS ON A CHAIN FOR SOME LIMELIGHT/
I AINT CO-PILOT, NIGGA YOU DONT FLY RIGHT, SNAKES ON THE PLANE CAUSE IM CLOSE TO THE SKYLINE/ 
KNOW ITS ME WHEN I WALK IN THE BAD GUY/
SCAR MY FACE UP AND SWEAR ITS A SATIRE/ 
MOM AT HOME YOU STILL CALL FROM THE LANDLINE, 
BITCH I JUST BLEW UP LIKE LANDMINE SAND FLYIN/

PUT 2 K’s IN THE FUKK YOU GET BLOODSHED, YOU AND THE TWIN AT THE TOP OF YOUR BUNKBED/
GOT ENGAGED TO MY SAWED OFF WITH CUT LEGS, 
STAND UP GUY WHEN I BLOW BACK YOUR TOUGH ACT/ 
IF ITS ISSUES THEN MEDIATE CONTACT IMMEDIATELY MAKE YOU MEET YO DRAW BACK/ 
GOT THAT SEMI ITS MAKIN FULL CONTACT CRACK UPON IMPACT NOGGIN NOT IN TACT 

WIG TURN TO SPLIT CAP BULLETS HIT ZIG ZAGS QUICK ON HIS BITCH ASS DRIP HIM THEN ZIP PAST
I DRIVE MY FIST FAST, YOU ON MY TAIL MAKE ME LAUGH CAUSE YOU DEAD LAST, MUST BE EMBARRASSED/ 
NIGGA DONT START WIT THAT,
YOU WONT BE GETTING TOO FAR WIT THAT,
FLOW NICE AND WET LIKE A WATER BED,
MAKE YOU TRIP OVER LIKE LAVA LAMP/ 
NIGGA WANT SMOKE THEN IM ALL WIT THAT/
GLOCK 17 GO TO WAR WIT THAT/
AR-15 IN MY STARTER BAG/ 
GTA 5 IM A STAR WIT THAT/ 
I PUT MY GUARD UP THEN SPAR WIT THAT BOY DO MY WORK ON MY JOB LIKE I BEEN UNEMPLOYED IF YOU THINK YOU SOME DIFFERENT THEN ODDS ARE YOU’D BORE SABOTAGE YOUR POSITION WHILE PLANTIN DECOY/ 
SCREWS ARE LOOSE SO I BOLT IN A SCURRY WHEN I SHOW MY FURY REMAINDERS MUST HURRY OUT/
CARRY OUT YOUR DESCENT LIKE ITS PARAMOUNT/
CLIMB A MOUNTAIN IN SEARCH OF MY WHEREABOUTS/ IF YOU WANT IT THEN I MIGHT JUST GIVE IT OUT/ YOU WIT 12 WANT MY INFO TO SHIP IT OUT/ SEAL YOUR LIPS WHEN I BUTT IN MY STAPLE GUN/ AVERAGE JOE HOW YOU DODGING THEM STATEMENTS HUH? ADAM 22 BY MY LAP ITS NO JUMPING CUZ/ BRING THE RUCKUS SAY UNCLE I FUCK YOU UP/ BASH HIS BRAINS WIT MY STOMP LIKE IM EDWARD NORT/ IF YOU DOUBTIN MY RULE THEN I WILL RETORT/ PUSH YOU DOWN WHEN I PULL UP AT BAT FOR SPORT/ THROW SOME B’s AT YOU END UP ON BAD REPORTS/ CALL ME DEXTER WHEN IM IN THE LABORATORY/

Decoy (Prod. Disvstxr)

Lyrics:

take this bedrock off my back/

y’all on my waist I ain’t rockin satchels

whole scene just flipped flopped like sandals/

back up,

I don’t wanna catch your cancer 

question

I already gave out answers, lessons 

I could not resist what my universe grants me/ 

You against me good odds ends badly/

Tragic, not really sarcastic as can be/

me against me is audacious as can be/ 

you not with me not my friends not my family/

i bust at you if I fail then it’s plan B/

get your homies to watch on your back like you planting y’all pussies is pink like salmon

I’m on ya tail like Raditz, I’m upping the ratchet and hitting that green like a racket/

I got a stick in my varsity jacket/

 I’m in the league while you still play for varsity nigga what happened I leave you abandoned critique and do damage I hurt you lil faggots go cry in your panic/ 

I get depressed for some time then I’m manic/

I got these bars but I used to do Xanax I’m up in the crib while you lie in your hammock I’ll tie that shit up while you sleeping and stab you/ 

like what happened,

what happened,

what happened,

and it’s inefficient if ya bitch in the vip and she not sucking dick on command like/ 

like what happened,

what happened,

what happened,

what happened

and you know it’s on sight if you don’t get me right dropping hits on demand nigga damn like/ 

like what happened/ 



thinking bout letting you breathe, while all on your knees, im diving like capital steeze, she spit out my nut like seeds, hoe blow like the breeze and I’m dropping til Fall when I leave/ 

I keep it up you just keep underneath/

Air it out in this bitch til she queef/ 

Y’all niggas ain’t with it y’all niggas is creeps/

You look like you just seen a ghost, 

I’m in a phantom go so fast you cant see it smoke but I bet you can smell when it go/ 

Y’all niggas not what you claim in your songs/ sing along like a birdie cmon/

cmon/

cmon/

that shit gon get you clipped like salon/

pass the stick then I dip like baton/

blowing gas it’s so loud like alarm/

FR[A]NCH (PROD. GHOST)

Fukkit - Cerebrum (Prod. 6ghost)

how to rap generic, a tutorial freestyle 2 (prod. disvstxr)

Mixed by TheWildDutchman

Lyrics:

MY SOUND AGE LIKE WINE TO ME 

STOP WASTING MY TIME MAN HONESTLY

SHOW YOU HOW TO DO THIS SHIT PROPERLY 

ITS CLEAR TO EVERYBODY IM THE GUY TO BEAT 

EARNED STRIPES BUT THEY HURT LIKE SCARS TO ME

NIGGAS STARTIN TO SOUND LIKE BRAUDS TO ME 

TRYNNA TALK LIKE A BITCH GO HEAD FOLLOW ME

ITS CLEAR YOU A FAN SO YOU STALKING ME



NIGGAS WANNA FIGHT TRY BLOCKING ME OR YA BODY END UP LYING CROSS THE STREET GET CAUGHT YOU AINT GETTING UP COMFORTABLY 

NO YOU NOT WHAT YOU CLAIM IN YOUR SONGS TO ME/

BITCH WANT SEE ME GOT GET YOUR GUY RIDDEN,

GOT JUICE LIKE SYNAGOGUE NOT KIDDING,

CREEPING UP MY SPINE CROSS ME LIKE FINISH,

BLOWING ON GREEN POP EYE LIKE SPINACH/ 

NOT GONNA LIE STYLE SO AUTHENTIC,

THATS WHY MY LIFESTYLE UNCUT AND UNRENDERED/ 

I GOT HOT LINES AND THEY BURN LIKE EMBER I SMOKE TWO G’S JUST TO MATCH MY SWEATER MY FACE MASK TIGHT BUT ITS NOT ALL LEATHER YOU SMELL DEAD SKIN THATS MY ENEMIES FEATHERS I DONT FEEL BAD KINDA BROUGHT ME PLEASURE/

SPITTING SICK LIKE IM UNDER THE WEATHER/ 

IM SO SELF CENTERED/

GET OFFENDED/

I JUST DESCENDED/

FROM THE HEAVENS/

I BROUGHT MY MESSAGE/

MIGHT AS WELL SEND IT/

TO ALL MY CRITICS/

STAY BEHEADED/ 

AND WHO YALL KIDDING/

LICK THE STAMP CAUSE YOU MUST BE TRIPPING/

SHE WANT FUCK BUT SHE DONT WANT MENTION/

CAUSE SHE DONT WANNA TALK BOUT BUSINESS ALL OVER HER TWITTER/ 

THIS AINT FOR BEGINNERS MY PENIS HER DINNER RAIN WHITE LIKE A WINTER SNOW STORM OUT IN DENVER/ 

I COME TO DELIVER YALL COME AND DISMISSAL/

RIDING HIGH LIKE A MISSILE I HIT YOU/ 

LOSING FRIENDS BY THE END OF MY PISTOL/ 

SAY GOODBYE BUT I KNOW THEY WONT MISS YOU/

LEAST THIS 38 SPECIAL GON KISS YOU/

SNUB NOSE CUTE HOW IT SNEEZE WHEN IT BLESS YOU/

Fukkit - To Me (Prod. Fluss Vlone)

1 Min. Freestyle (PROD. MKULTRA)

Wanna Go? (To a Rave) [Prod. MKULTRA]

lyrics:

BABY GIRL BLOW LIKE WHISTLE MY FLOW SO SICK THAT YOU MIGHT NEED TISSUE YOUR EX MAN LEFT YOU THATS NOT MY ISSUE/ 

MY FLOWS ON TIME ON SCHEDULE YOUR NIGGAS WANT TALK LIKE BITCHES I FEEL YOU IM BLOWING ON LOUD MAN I CANNOT HEAR YOU/ 

YOU POSE NO THREAT I CANT FEAR YOU I FIELD THAT SHIT LIKE A FIELD GOAL KICKER YOUR MAIN BITCH LEFT MAN IM SORRY JUST MISSED HER/ 

IM THROWING UP HARD BROWN LIQUOR IM BREAKING UP BLUE CHEESE IN TWO SWISHERS YOU FEEL THAT BREEZE WHEN THEM THINGS JUST MISS YOU/ 

BETTER YET FEEL THE PAIN WHEN IT HIT YOU/ 
NICE COFFIN I KNOW THAT IT FITS YOU/
DEATH LIKE YOUR BEST FRIEND IT JUST GETS YOU/
AND ITS ROUGH TO THE TOUCH LIKE A BRISTLE/ 
I CANT PRETEND I FUCK WITCHU/
AND I LAUGH AT THE FACT THAT YOU THINK SO/
STUNT LIKE WEE MAN 1 MIN GETS YOU/
AND IM EVERYWHERE LIKE BLACK ZETSU/

IM IN THE PAINT LIKE WAKA FLAME/
FLOW IS SO WET IT COULD START THE RAIN/
IM IN THE WALLS WHERE THE BLOCKS DECAY/
IM IN THE PICTURE YOU CUT OUT THE FRAME/ 
GO SAY HIS NAME BET THAT BOY LOOK ASHAMED/
HOW I DO BETTER THAN HIM IN HIS STATE/
LEAVING THAT BITCH AND SHE WANT ME TO STAY/
NIGHT AFTER NIGHT I KEEP MAKING MY DAY/ 
GIVE IT IN CASH, IM TALKIN MY PAY/
BLOWING ON GRASS, IT SMELL LIKE HAZE/ 
THE WAY THAT WE BALLED, ITS NO TOUPE/
THE FLOW IS LIKE WATER BOY, BOBBY BUSHAY/  
IM CHARGING THIS SHIT TO THE GAME, 
I DIDNT DO RAPPING FOR FORTUNE AND FAME,
I DID IT BECAUSE IF I DIDNT I WOULD BE INSANE, I KNOW I WOULD DO IT AGAIN, IM SO UP AHEAD CAUSE THIS BITCH STEADY GIVING ME BRAIN, I LOVE HOW SHE PULL ON MY MANE, IM LYING IF I SAID THAT I WOULDNT DO IT AGAIN, ITS WORTH EVERYTHING THAT I GAIN/ 

IM IN MY OWN DAMN LANE/ 
YALL NIGGAS INSANE IF YOU THINK THAT SHIT CHANGED/ 
I JUST BOUGHT A QUARTER YOU JUST CARRY CHANGE, WE WETTING YOU UP LIKE STAINS/ 
WHY COVER MY FACE WIT A MASK LIKE BANE, I WANT THEM TO KNOW IT WAS ME/ 
IM PRESSING THAT SHIT TO HIS HEAD IT GO BANG IM LEAVING HIS TORSO AND FRAME/
I DONT GIVE A FUCK BOUT YOUR CLAIMS OR A FADE, IM KNOCKING YOU OUT STOP PLAYING/ 
AND BOY WANNA TALK LIKE A BITCH WHAT HE SAYING, THEN GET ON YOUR KNEES START PRAYING/

Fukkit - Snake, Are You Okay?! (Prod. BLKSMIITH)

American Dream (PROD. MKULTRA)

lyrics:

HOLD THAT BAKER NO ANTWON DIXON IM SMOKING ON COOKIE INSIDE OF MY KITCHEN THAT BOY GETTING CROSSED CAUSE A GOD HAS ARISEN/
I TOOK TWO FOURS TO THE FACE AND I PISSED IT/
NUMBER ONE STUNNA IM STONED WHILE I FLIP SHIT/ 
YOU WASHED UP AND THATS WHY YOU DO DISHES/ 
I HOLD THE BEAM LIKE A SATELLITE DISH IS/
WISH ME GOOD LUCK AS I FIST ON YOUR BITCH YES IM IN THE CUT/
ALCOHOL DRIP YES/
DO IT FOR SPORT/
RAPPING AND SHIT, YEA/
SAY WHAT I WANT, AND WHAT I DID HEH/ 
YOU COULDNT DO IT, AND YOU CANT SPIT YEA/
I GOT THE FLUID, ALL IN YO BITCH HAIR/
WHO I INFLUENCED, ALL OF MY KIDS THERE/
YOU LOOKING STUPID, IM LOOKING QUICK YEA/
FLOW IS SO CHANGED UP SAID THAT I CHANGED UP WHAT IF I CHANGE UP PUSSY AINT KNOW ME SO HOW IN THE FUCK COULD YOU SAY I DONE CHANGED UP? 
NIGGAS WANT SMOKE WELL IM THROWING MY GANG UP/ 
AND IM DONE PLAYING ROUND WIT THIS BACK N FORTH/
IM BOUT TO PULL UP AND SPRAY AT THE PORCH/
BROAD DAY, YOU GET TURNED TO A CORPSE/
BROADWAY, WHEN IM UP IN THE COURT/
THE AUTO START SINGING A TUNE LIKE T PAIN/ 
LASER GO LIGHT UP THE ROOM LIKE HEAT WAVES/
CLIP HOLD 30 HE COLD LIKE FREEZE FRAME/ 
BACK ON MY WAIST LIKE KEYCHAINS/ 
I GOTTA DO WHAT I DO WITHOUT DE-LAY/
BALL SO HARD MIGHT NEED A REPLAY/ 
EATING THESE RAPPERS IT FEEL LIKE A CHEAT DAY/
KNOWING THEY SWEETER THAN CHEESE CAKE/
MUST I SAY ANYTHING ELSE THAT IMPRESS YOU? 
LINES TOO CLOSE AND YOU SCARED THEY’LL MOLEST YOU/ 
FLOW IS SO SICK IT COULD COME AND INFECT YOU/
DR. OF RAP WHEN I COME TO DISSECT YOU/
WHY DID IT I DO IT AGAIN/
CAUSE YOU STILL DOING PRETEND/
THIS IS THE START OF YOUR END/
AND IM JUST ONLY BEGINNING/ 
BUT I BEEN KNOWN FOR JUST WINNING AND NO BULLSHITTIN BUT BALL LIKE PIPPIN MY LINES ARE THE TYPE THAT ARE NOT WORTH SKIPPING YOU MIGHT LEARN SOMETHING IF YOU PAY ATTENTION/ 
WHY DID I WANNA PROTECT YOU/
I SHOULDVE BEEN MORE NEGLECTFUL/
YALL ARE JUST SO DISRESPECTFUL/
OFFER A HAND TAKING HANDFULLS/ 
WHILE IM NO PERFECT EXAMPLE/
IM STILL THE BEST IF YOU HAD ONE/
AND I GOT BARS YOU CANT HANDLE THATS WHY YOU WANT READ ALL THEM SHITS LIKE A MANUAL/ 
MAN IM JUST CHANGING THE CHANNEL/
IM FOR MY SIDE LIKE A FLANNEL/
BUT I GOT BARS TO DISMANTLE AINT NO TIME FOR PANELING SHIT LIKE AN ANALYST/

Fukkit - Baker Has A Deathwish (Prod. BLKSMIITH)

lyrics:

IM WIT MY DOG LIKE A DOBERMAN SIC’EM
ADIDAS STRIPE ON ME I LOOK TOO OFFICIAL
THE FACT WE MADE IT HERE NOT INCIDENTAL
ASKING ME QUESTIONS, I DONT LIKE RIDDLES
THINKING ILL PLAY, WHILE THEY SING LIKE A FIDDLE
SLEEPING ON ME THEN YOU SOFT AS A PILLOW/
I DONT GOT TIME FOR THAT BULLSHIT KIDDO/
WHAT IS MY NICHE? RIGHT HERE I GUESS
30 ON ME WHEN I SHOOT ITS A SWISH
IN THE NET, AND I DONT REALLY STOP OR MISS/
NUMBER ONE ALWAYS THATS WHY THEY LOOK PISSED/ AND THE SECOND I DROP THEN THEY NOT FOR SHIT/
CAUSE I GOT HIT AFTER HIT ON THE LIST/ 
ENVIOUS OF MY FORMER ACCOMPLISHMENTS/
PUSSY ASS NIGGAS STILL SOUNDING JEALOUS/ 
AND I GOT ALL THE TIME,
IN THE WORLD TO GAIN CREDIT FOR KILLING YOU/ 
AND THE BLOOD THAT I SPILL HOWS IT FEEL TO YOU?/
AND THE DAMAGE I DO IS SO REAL TO YOU/
AND THE PUDDLES I USE AS A SWIMMING POOL DIVE IN THAT BITCH TAKE A BATH IN THE MINERALS/
ASK THE QUESTIONS I KNOW THAT WOULD RIDDLE YOU/
THROW MY BOY IN THE MIDDLE TO PICK ON YOU/ 
AND YOUR GIRL GOT A PROBLEM MY PICKLE/
WATCH GOLD BUT THE HANDS IN IT NICKLE/
RUSHING HARDER THAN HAMMER AND SICKLE/
WHILE I DRAW OUT THE LINE LIKE A STENCIL/ 
AND MY BARS JUST HIT LIKE MISSLE,
PICK A COFFIN MAKE SURE THAT IT FIT YOU/
AINT NO STOPPING THE RAP GAME SKITZO/
AND THE .38 SPECIAL DONT TICKLE/

Fukkit - Sic ft. Sabino (Prod. Fluss Vlone)

lyrics:

LIKE A TIGHT PUSSY MAD THAT I CAME QUICK AND IT  WAS A SQUEEZE CAUSE MY FAT DICK DONT FIT/
I LET THE WALLS BUST THROUGH WHILE IT SOAK DRIP BY DRIP AND KEEP A 38 UP ON THE HIP, PIMPS AND THUGS I SEND LOVE CLIQUES WITH GUNS/
PISTOLS, SLUGS, AND SELL DRUGS, SIT WITH NONE/ 
WE GOT, LOTS OF TIME, AND SHIT WE COULD/
WE MIGHT AS WELL SO LETS BE GONE/

POVERTY RAMPANT/
SLUMS NOT ABANDONED/
WAGE WAR/
POLITICIANS COME AND DEMAND IT/ 
FEEL SOIL/
EYES DIRTY FROM SLEEPING IN MUD/ 
I SPEAK CRUD MAN I LIVE IN IT DONT BUDGE/
BREAK AND CRUMBLE I DONT/
WE LIVE HARD/ 
I FEEL NOTHING BUT HARD TIMES THATS JUST LIFE/
STICK IT AND MOVE/
I GOTTA GET WIT THE GROOVE/

ONLY ONE RULE IN THE JUNGLE THATS NO RULES/ 
YOU RUNNING OUT OF BREATH IN THE RUN OF A COLD JUNE/
SLEEPING WITH PARANOIA/
FUCKING YOU SO GOOD IT KEEP COMING BACK FOR A SECOND/
ONE TIME/
I HAD TO DUCK FROM SHOTS DURING BREAKFAST/
THIS ONE TIME/
A GROUP OF NIGGAS SNATCHED ON MY NECKLACE/ 
I HAD TO JUMP OUT THE WHIP WIT A TOOL LIKE MECHANICS/
ALMOST MADE THE DAILY NEWS JUST MADE IT HOME BEFORE 7/ 
HEARD THAT THEY BEEN ROBBING ON THE LOCAL SEVEN ELEVEN/ 
PRAY THEY NEVER HIT THE CORNER BLOCK WHERE MY COUSIN LIVING/
DRIVING DOWN THE BLOCK THERES MORE DANGER THAN SPEED LIMITS AND CROSS WALKS WHEN YOU CROSS THE ROCKS MEN WILL TURN INTO ARMED GUARDS/
PROTECTIN THE TURF, 
BERETTAS ALERT,
THEY POP A PUSSY JUST FOR PRESSING HIS SHIRT/ 
IF YOU WANNA TALK TO ME/
YOU NEED FULL PERMISSION DISCLOSURE NO CLOSURE, THEY DYING LIKE SOME DOGS ON THE SOFA/ 
I NEEDA SAY IT ONCE,
LOVE TO TELL YOU I TOLD YA/
YOU PUSSY NIGGAS NEVER MAKE IT OUT WHEN ITS OVER/
I FEEL CLOSED BUT CLOSER LOOKED LIFE OVER/
YOU FEEL CHOSEN HOPE SO BE MY SOLDIER/
GIVE LIFE WATCH OVER SLEEP THAT COMA/
AND THEN DIE RECEIPTS FOR ME, MY COMMA/
I LOVE THAT TO SPEND I CLAIM MY CHECKS/
YOU LOVE DEATH I GUESS AND PAY MY RENT/
WE RAISE TAXES SHIT WELL SUCK MY DICK/
I FUCK POOR FOR BREAKFAST THATS MY SITCH/
I LOVE FRANKLIN, GRANT, AND WASHINGTON/ 
YOU DONT KNOW MY THING I DONT KNOW THEM/

I FUCK YOU FUCK THEM FUCK ALL THIS HERE/
I REALLY WANNA KNOW HOW SHIT GON’ END THIS YEAR/ 
I SPEND MORE IN DEBT I TAKE YOURS QUICK/
WHO WOULDA THOUGHT AMERICA WOULD END LIKE THIS?/

Fukkit - Cold June (Prod. Disvstxr)

lyrics:

NEW FANBASE REALLY LIKE HOW I FLOW SHIT 
OLD FANBASE WANT ME BACK ON THAT OLD SHIT 
SAY WHAT YOU WANT BUT YOU DONT REALLY KNOW SHIT
GIVE HER THAT MAGIC STICK SIPPIN MY POTION
IM ON HER SKIN LIKE A MOFUCKIN LOTION
BITCH PUSSY WET SO I SWIM IN THE OCEAN

YOU KNOW WHERE IM AT,
YOU KNOW WHERE I BE,
IM GETTIN THE JACK,
THE POT LIKE CHEESE,
WE ROCK ALL BLACK,
THEM SB SNEAKS,
THE LIMITED PACK,
 OFF-WHITE FLEECE,
AND LIMIT ALL CHAT,
WE NOT NO GEEKS,
IM BLOWIN ON PACK, 
AND NOT NOW PLEASE,
YOU KNOW YALL FLAT,
AND DONT GOT KEYS,
THE BOY GOT DRIVE,
THIS BITCH ON E/

WHERE YOU AT LAST WEEK,
TRYNNA BE LIKE ME, 
WHY YOU ACT LIKE ME,
BUT YOU NOT LIKE ME,
AND MY CHAIN ON PEE, 
TRYNNA BE LOWKEY,
RUN A TRAIN ON YO BITCH,
MAKE HER ASSHOLE BLEED/
THEY AINT HIGH LIKE ME,
CANT FLY LIKE ME,
AND IM IN MIA BLOWING L.A WEED/
BLEW A CHECK LAST WEEK ON SOME DEATHWORLD TEES/
KNOW YO ASS GO BROKE LIVIN LIFE LIKE ME/ 

TRIPLE X WITH THE BITCH SO SHE COULD LOOK AT ME LOVE HOW YOUR FOLLOWING THINK THEY COULD BULLY ME DONT WANNA KILL THEM BUT SOMETHING KEEP PUSHING ME/
ALL YOU CRITICS JUST KEEP ON SUCKIN ME/ 
REAL LONG DICK TIL SHE CANT EVEN STOMACH ME/
FUCKIN HER ONCE OR THE BITCH IS IN LOVE WITH ME/ UBER BEEN COMING BUT SHE WANNA CUDDLE ME/ AFTER I CUM DONT YOU DARE TRY TO HUG ON ME/


FLOW HAS CHANGED,
SO ENRAGED,
DONT ENGAGE,
OR YOU,
DIE ESTRANGED
BY MY RANGE
STILL THE SAME OLD YOU/
WHILE I,
CHANGED THE GAME,
HIGHER PLANE,
HIT A STAIN ON YOU,
TOOK YA LANE,
FUCK YA NAME,
ALL THEM LAMES ON YOU/ 
IS IT SURPRISE HOW I BEEN HERE FOR SO LONG/
YA BITCH RECEIVING I TOLD HER TO GO LONG/
SHE CALLING MY DICK LIKE A CELL PHONE
VEGAN BITCH EAT ME WITH JUST MY FUR COAT ON/ 

WHY YOU STILL TRYNNA FLEX ON ME/
MADE A LIST OF THE THREATS ON ME/
AINT A THING YOU CAN CHECK ON ME/
MIGHT AS WELL BLEED TO DEATH ON ME/ 
I DONT FUCK WITCHU S O Bs
BOUT MY BIDNESS LIKE LLCs,
ALL MY NUMBERS IS JUST OP,
ALL YA NUMBERS IS RNG,
ON MY DICK THEN COME FOLLOW ME,
YOU WOULD THINK THERES A LOT ON ME,
AND YOU RIGHT IMMA BALL ON ME/ 
A&R’s TRYNNA CALL ON ME/

Fukkit - Darts (Prod. Fluss Vlone)

lyrics:

TREAT THIS SHIT LIKE A GAME GET ON MY LEVEL/
HIGH AS FUCK WHILE YOU DOWN WE DO NOT SETTLE/ 
WATCH ME COOK UP THE BARS LIKE ITS HOT METAL/
AND IM COLD YOU COULD TELL IM A COOL FELLOW/ 
DONT FORGET WHO GO UP LIKE A PULL LEVER/ 
MAKE YA BITCH GIMME BRAIN AND SHE SO CLEVER/
AND I KNOCK WIT THE BASS WHILE YOU SO TREBLE/
EAT MY DICK YOU DISGRACE HOPE ITS ALL SETTLED/ 
IN THE CHAIN OF COMMAND AND I STILL PETTLE/ 
IM A STONE AND YOU MORE LIKE A SMALL PEBBLE/ 
AND I LOVE HOW YOU MAD LIKE A SMALL FELLOW/
AND YOU GOING OUT BAD THATS ON ALL LEVELS/ 
AND I KEEP IT 100 I COULD KEEP IT GOING AND GET IN BETWEEN LIKE A MARSHMALLOW/ 
WHEN I LEAVE ITS A DROP LIKE FALL SCHEDULE/ 
WHILE I STILL MAKE IT POP LIKE A HOT KETTLE/

WHERE THEY AT,
I COME TO ATTACK,
I GET’EM ON WAX,
ITS MURDER ON TRACKS,
KNOW-IT-ALL FACTS,
NEVER NO PASS,
SMOKING ON PACKS,
AND WE ON FAST/
GIMME THAT,
UNOPENED UP PACK,
WE FILL IT WITH RACKS,
I GET IN MY BAG,
KEEP GETTING YOU BACK,
THAT QUARTERBACK SACK,
I FEEL EM OUT STAT,
IM PEELING OUT PAST/ 


AND IM STILL WIT THAT MALLET TO BASH/
IM SO FLY I JUST MIGHT HAVE TO CRASH/
IM THE SHIT LIKE YOU WIPING YA ASS/
AND IM SMOKING ON WEED LIKE GRASS/
WE DONT TOKE ON THE WEED OUT GLASS/
STOP SIPPING THE LEAN SO FAST/ 
I DONT NEED WHAT YOU NEED SO BAD/
PED’s FOR THE RAP GAME TRASH/ 

AND IM BACK WIT A MOFUCKIN ANTHEM/
BLACK BAGGING THIS SHIT LIKE RANSOM/
AND THESE RAPPERS POP UP AT RANDOM/
THEN YOU TURN TO THE FULL BLOWN FANDOM/ 
AND YOU EAT UP THAT SHIT LIKE CANDY/
AND I PROMISE YOU NIGGAS IS CANCER/ 
WITH A GRIP ON THE COLD OF MY HANDGUN/ 
WHILE I KEEP IT ON LOCK LIKE A PASSWORD/


THOUGHT I STOPPED BUT IM NOT EVEN CLOSE,
SO YOU MIGHT AS WELL JOT DOWN NOTES,
CAUSE IM TEACHING YOU NIGGAS THE ROPES,
WHILE IM TUNING TECHNIQUE LIKE A COACH,
I WONT DIE LIKE A GOD DAMN ROACH,
IM SO DIRTY BUT SLICK LIKE SOAP,
I JUST KEEP ON MY GRIP TIGHT THROAT,
THEN YOU DIE WHEN I CLINCH MY CHOKE/ 


UH UH UH UH 
YA YA YA YA

FULL BLOWN MENACE, 
MY FLOW CHANGE UP/ 
YOURS DONT, I DONT CARE HOW YOU STAY GANGED UP/
CUT THROAT, THATS THE WAY I WAS RAISED THANK GOD,
FULL CULT, THATS THE FANBASE I GAINED ON THE GO/
IM THE GOAT/ 
YOU CANNOT UNDERSTAND WHAT I WROTE, ON GOD/ 
I DONT WANNA TALK LIKE YALL SIT FAR/
I CAME ALONE WHILE YOU STILL IN THE CAR/
SPENT TWO RACKS ON A NEW COMPUTER/
JUST TO MAKE SURE YOUR NOT ON PAR/
I SPENT THE DAY SHITFACED AT THE BAR/ 
YOU CANNOT FACE ME OR FACE GOD/
EITHER WAY, FACE ME, YOU’LL FACE ONE/
OPEN UP PHASE TWO, DONE PHASE ONE/ 
OPEN UP ONCE MORE AND JUST BE DONE/ 
I COULD JUST RIP YOU IT’D BE REAL FUN/

Fukkit - Really (Prod. BLKSMIITH)

lyrics:

THEY PLAYING SNAKE WET THE TURF LIKE PAINTBALLS/
YALL COULD REALLY GET CUT, CAUSE THE FLOW LIKE CHAINSAWS/
DROPPING HOT LIKE NAPALM/
AND THESE INDUSTRY PLANTS GET IN QUICK BUT DONT STAY LONG/
MEANWHILE, 
GOT THE UNDERGROUND LIKE WHERE HE CAME FROM?
WHY AINT NOBODY SAY SOME?

RAP POLITICS AND ITS ALL JUST BUSINESS,
COULD SUCK MY DICK IF YOU THINK SOMETHING DIFFERENT,
I FUCKED YO BITCH BUT AINT SAY THAT I HID IT,
IM GETTING TOO HIGH TO BRING YOU ON THIS MISSION/
BODY SHIELD FIT CAUSE THE SOUNDS BY SMITHY,
KEPT IT A 100 WHILE MAKING TWOFIFTY,
ITS DJ FUCK COCK YALL JUST ENVY,
TOO MANY DEATHS TO SHOW ALL YALL PITY/
BEAT GONE SOFT TIL THE BLUE PILL HITTING/
MOMENT I RAP THEN ITS HAND-OUT RIBBONS
GAVE SO MANY HAND-OUTS THAT YALL BITTEN/
STUCK WITH LEFTOVERS IT MUST BE DELICIOUS/ 
I GOT ME A HOE, SHE CAME WIT A THROAT,
IM GETTING THIS BREAD THEY AINT GOT THEM A LOAF,
KEEP RIPPING OFF HEADS IF ITS FRIENDS OR A FOE/
I DONT KNOW WHO TO TRUST SO MY HAND ON MY POLE/
SHE STRIP ON THE LOW?
KEEP TELLING ME SECRETS YOU WANT ME TO KNOW/
I THINK THERES A LOT OF YOU ACTING FOR SHOW/
THESE RAP NIGGAS LOVE TO TELL TALES BOUT THE STORIES THEY MAKE UP AT HOME/
MY WHOLE LIFE ON THE GO,
THEY AINT KNOW WHAT I KNOW,
GOT THE KEYS IN THE BAG I JUST NEED ME THE DOOR,
GOT MY FOOT IN THE GAME,
AND MY DICK IN HER SLOW,
KEEP ON CHECKING ON ME LIKE THE MICROWAVE THOUGH/

2014 I WAS WORKIN ON LYRICS/
5 YEARS LATER IM PUSHING OUT MILLIONS/
NO PRO SKATER JUST GRINDING KEPT KICKING A TIME BOMB WAITING TO BLOW KEEPS TICKING/
I DID THE ART NOW ITS TIME FOR THE RICHES/
I DONT FEEL BAD THAT I BURNED DOWN BRIDGES/
HEAR ME JUST FINE THIS IS ALL MY CONNECTION/
END OF THIS YEAR I MIGHT COP ME A NECKLACE/ 

RAP POLITICS AND ITS ALL JUST BUSINESS,
COULD SUCK MY DICK IF YOU THINK SOMETHING DIFFERENT,
I FUCKED YO BITCH BUT AINT SAY THAT I HID IT,
IM GETTING TOO HIGH TO BRING YOU ON THIS MISSION/
BODY SHIELD FIT CAUSE THE SOUNDS BY SMITHY,
KEPT IT A 100 WHILE MAKING TWOFIFTY,
ITS DJ FUCK COCK YALL JUST ENVY,
TOO MANY DEATHS TO SHOW ALL YALL PITY/

Fukkit - Smithy (Prod. BLKSMIITH)

Deadpool (Prod. Jashin)

Fukkit & Brando - Buffalo (Prod. Banrisk)

Am just a guy who games for fun 



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