[EPISODE XI] - THE CHE$TERVER$E

IN THE EVENT$ PROCEEDING YUNG CHEETO’$ ATTEMPT TO $AVE THE WORLD ($UPER CHEETO WORLD), CHE$TER FIND$ HIM$ELF WITHIN A DILEMA.

RED PILL.

BLUE PILL.

U CHOO$E.

🔥 FLAMIN' HOT DEMO 🔥

[Prod. JJ]

"I'm afraid the strain was more than he could bear..."

- Doc Holliday, 1884.

FULL LYRICS:
https://genius.com/Junior-the-jenius-mesaba-lyrics

MOONDOGG

MESABA

INTO DA FYE

[Prod. JJ BINKS]

LYRICS ✍🏻:

[INTRO]

*The Lighter Ignites*
*Sizzling and Crackling*

[Hook]

2 Lungs thru the throat, Cad Bane
Noose Hung from the ghost, mad flame
Rust colored colongue in the ashtray
Motherfucker want smoke? Wax Payne.

Flood puddles the floor, flashbang
Dutch doubled, bespoke with a fat chain
Blood covers the door, backspace
Motherfucker want smoke? Wax Payne.


[VERSE I] - CLIFFHANGER

Ran in, Buchanan
This Tommy gun salmon
Panoramic shotty she killing it
Standing tsunami - the villain mist,
Vanish, no body, outlandish
Cold copy see pyramids
Mirroring image, embodiment
 Prolly the eye of aetherius
Try me I find me a molotov spirited
Alcohol Sirius
Stygian, siamese, mazel tov
Steering 2 analog
Hearing dude catching the fire department
Near Panama furious
He ain't fearing it, veering in darkend delirious
heard he don't finish his sentences period.

No Capulet, black & red peridot
Flow Basilisk, "draggin" equivalent to the unmasking the madness in paradox,
Closed caption: [white rabbits unlimited].




[Verse II] - MILKMAN 

The Legendary misadventures of Ledge 'n' Dairy
5th dimension is secondary weapon wit extension
Message carried- very necessary, pistol whipping
superstitial secretaries
Incepting the crescent Jerry been projected in February

Split decision, progression parried 
disposition varies 
Sip florescent resin, method scary as 
Salience

Fetid carrions
Dairy &
Ledge we buried him
6 ft deep next to various
Aryan vegetarians
Cemetery full, cherried pits
Venice, beef grease, dysentery shit

Gravedigger grip, you deceased in the sediment 
Chase diligence, Mr. Freeze in my necklace
Stay vigilant, felonies leave no evidence 
Face imminence, Red/read he plummet off da precipice


/Greece
[Hook] x2

2 Lungs thru the throat, Cad Bane
Noose Hung from the ghost, mad flame
Rust colored colongue in the ashtray
Motherfucker want smoke? Wax Payne.

Flood puddles the floor, flashbang
Dutch doubled, bespoke with a fat chain
Blood covers the door, backspace
Motherfucker want smoke? Wax Payne.


[OUTRO] - MILKMAN

They were all dead,
The final gunshot was an exclamation mark to everything that had lead to this point.
I released my finger from the trigger, and then it was over...

Ledge & Dairy I: BLUNT FORCE TRAUMA

WAX PAYNE

[Prod. JJ BINKS]

LYRICS ✍🏻:

[INTRO]

"BONG & BLATNIK"

DETECTIVE 2:
Well, there's no sight of the houseman.
Or the place has been rifled.

DETECTIVE APPRENTICE:
Well, the lock on the front door was broken.

DETECTIVE:
I know that, what else?

DETECTIVE APPRENTICE:
Just an open window in the dining room.

DETECTIVE 2:
And we're searching for footprints.

DETECTIVE:
You won't find any, there's been a long dry spell.
Grass is closely trimmed.


MILKMAN:
Life was good. 
The sun setting on a sweet summer's day.
The smell of freshly mowed lawns.
The sounds of children playing.
A house across the river on the Jersey side.
The American dream come true...
But dreams gave a nasty way of going bad when you're not looking.



[BRIDGE] - CLIFFHANGER & MILKMAN

- [CLIFFHANGER]

Get the fuck out my way
Miss this pistol holding sideways
Close your eyestrain
Take a look alive, then mind the gap 
This brook will dilate

- [MILKMAN]

... Bridesmaid kissed death, mistletoe
5 rings fist up, figaro
Highway twist, go rigmarole
Crime rate shift flow, listen close


[CHORUS] - CLIFF

Still standing in twin slander
Slither thru the hedges scary 

Bitch it's Milkman & Cliffhanger
We so fucking Ledge & Dairy


[POSTCHORUS] - MILKMAN

Co-operative
Locking the wrist with no pop in it
Ops hit the cliffs, ceiling hawk vision
Drop the abyss, finish ominous


[VERSE I] - MILKMAN & CLIFFHANGER

- [CLIFFHANGER]

Hissing dissidence, backward malefactor
BlackBerry gin, stalemate, get your ass kicked
Switch a bigger whip, lash, swerve alabaster
tasmanian grain straight from the bastard...
Then I- *crash*

Cliff hanging on the summit like Kennedy
11/22 catch jefferson, ducky blue, dead to me 
'Reddy or knot', these bloody shoes devil string
Said he called the cops, screaming "money rule everything"


- [MILKMAN]

Feta with the cheddar cheese 
Get the Gouda, light the lettuce, smoking evergreen
Yellowstoning, special folding in my sweater seams
Metal fetish, shoot the medic for surrending
Leaded bezel, Ebony


- [CLIFFHANGER]

Stooges stoned Medusa, massive pupils growing, hella trees
Looming, load bazooka, executive order 7 seas


- [MILKMAN]

Swisher swollen, elmer scrolling
Super Glued the chemistry
River choking, pressure flowing
Guess I got a friend in me

Weapon mass pollution
Bitch my booster lay in bed with me
Present Passed the Fuchsia
Give it 2 her like L&D


- [CLIFFHANGER]

Back to the starship 
Mission in dept, ignition been lethargic 
Driven cigarette, I'm sipping on a sergeant 
Getting car sick, pissing on a carcass

Leave her skin wet, dripping from the faucet
Fish netted cockpit
We'll get to that bridge when we cross it


[CHORUS] - MILKMAN

Still standing in twin slander
Slither thru the hedges scary 

Bitch it's Milkman & Cliffhanger
We so fucking Ledge & Dairy

TWIN SNAKES

[Prod. JJ BINKS]

LYRICS ✍🏻:

[INTRO] - MILKMAN

Grab my goon & we raiding the cemetery

Uh, Ledge & Dairy
So fucking legendary 

Bad guys Mooning, mistake us for Ben & Jerry

Uh, Ledge & Dairy
So fucking legendary 


[HOOK]

CLIFF:

Bitch I'm just leveling 
Blowing gas on no pedal stick
Shifting past the blue hella slick
Throw the mask off we rebelling

MILKMAN:

Mūni-güns in the residence
Lit the room up, who Edison?
Crew Medusa, you skeleton
Juju, Buddha, intelligence



[VERSE I] - MILKMAN

Rocket Boots hit the gelatin
Hot Pursuiting the Benjamin's
Opposition 2 cocky, my pockets Ruger & Pegasus
Super Trooper adrenaline ...

Cougars in jungles, no Monroe
'2 birds' with one stone, go cutthroat
'Duck' first when knuckles blow blood smoke

Bruising the Venison
Mooney Goonies with nothing to do but looting the gentleman 
Doctor Suess send me medicine
1 sheep, blue sheep, 3 reddlings
Absolutely hold locks and loose keys
Too boujee for skeletons shot in movies
With heads missing 2 teeth
 


[HOOK]

CLIFF:

Bitch I'm just leveling 
Blowing gas on no pedal stick
Just flew past the blue hella slick
Throw the mask off we rebelling

MILKMAN:

Mūni-güns in the residence
Lit the room up, who Edison?
Crew Medusa, you skeleton
Juju, Buddha, intelligence


[VERSE II] - CLIFFHANGER

Off the hook like I'm jabbing it
Walking book white lines passed the fist
Smoking Woods Back 2 back then blitz
I mistook dude on accident

(4) 2 Crooks, we Frank Castlin'
Throw the Rook into battle then
Blow chinooks hit the gravel pits
Snow don't trust pseudo savages

Bitch I'm whipping the maverick
Madagascar zip fast as shit
Pass the spliff & I'm ashing it
Flip the bag, phoenix, Lazarus

Freedom fighters, clique avarice
Speed is vital, quick famine fish
Bleeding iris, with salmon tint
Trees meet lighter, flick cannabis 
Told your


[HOOK]

CLIFF:

Bitch I'm just leveling 
Blowing gas on no pedal stick
Just flew past the blue hella slick
Throw the mask off we rebelling

MILKMAN:

Mūni-güns in the residence
Lit the room up, who Edison?
Crew Medusa, you skeleton
Juju, Buddha, intelligence


[OUTRO] - TUCO & BLONDIE

TUCO:
There are 2 kinds of people in the world, my friend.
Those with a rope around their neck, and people who have the job of doing the cutting.
Well listen, the neck at the end of the rope is mine...
I run the risks, so next time, I want more than half.

BLONDIE:
You may run the risks, my friend, but I do the cutting...
And you cut down my percentage.


*THE HUSKY ENERGY PLANT EXPLODES*
[THE DEATH OF RUSTY RED]


TUCO:
But if you miss, you better miss very well...
Anyone who double crosses me and leaves me alive, knows nothing about Tuco... *chuckles* nothing.

HOT PURSUIT II

[Prod. JJ BINKS]

LYRICS ✍🏻:

[VERSE] - RUSTY RED (MR. FREEZE)

One in the chamber
2 feet running to the bank for repayment
Wassup danger?
Move 3 keys out the basin
4 locked doors in the east for containment

Freeze in the cadence
Fronto with the trees in rotation
Leave, then I'm blazing
Breathe in the matrix

Say cheese to the FN
Spray grease on reflection, leave him gravy

Break free, evanescence
Pray deep to the crescents
I'm possessed man, you in hades

KD to the Stephen 
Baby, I'm your Wesson get to sexing

Pull your lace front back now she wavy like Ike or Mcgrady
Mismatching my Nikes on the daily
Whiplashing my right in Mercedes
Benz in my bag, and dispatchers can't catch him
I'm riding 180, her feet up on the dashboard
Meet us at the crash course, hear sirens, we raiding up the cash, Jay-Z with the math
Make it hella fast, swiping the Navy
We fleeting from da Task Force, bleeding from my past wounds, we spiralling crazy
Jesus take the RAV4, fetus in her glass womb, and dats my lil baby I'm cradling

The bastard be rapidly straightening paths
Flipped the fork, hit the avenue salient
Whooping dude ass like a patty-cake, catering fast
New ribeye patch, my jacket blue, tailoring

Switch it up, Alize, Paint It in Black, no Mick Jagger
I’m moving the Pete, Rock a caliber, solemn survivors
We Clifford & Darius bitch
Ledge & Dairy shit

DARK CLOUD

[Prod. JJ BINKS]

LYRICS ✍🏻:

[HOOK] - MILKMAN

I could recognize thru the red smoke
Smothered in disguise, fit the fresco
Brother on my side, whipping egg yolk
Fuck a 9 to 5 till it's 10/4


[VERSE I] - MILKMAN

Fuck a 9 to 5, bitch I'm 10 toes running
Brother on my side, he the Ledge, I'm jumping
Mustard on his fries, better ketchup, onion
Paul, wedge cut, keep your head tucked cousin
Fall not where the rest stuck
Mugging tall from the vest up, leave your chest cold
Gutting walls, drain the threshold

Brainfroze on the rainbows,
Gullet crawls thru the faint smoke
Rummage all, blue & tango
Thaw from the angels, muddy gauze claw for the
Scapegoat, bunny hops where to aim slow

Run it off to the banknote,
Bloody brawl to the face, ghost, Monkey Paw
Where the Payne go? fuck it all

[HOOK] - MILKMAN 

I could recognize thru the red smoke
Smothered in disguise, fit the fresco
Brother on my side, whipping egg yolk
Fuck a 9 to 5 till it's 10/4


[VERSE II] - MILKMAN 

Dichromacy
See, his eyes only red
In between the lines 
Cyan, folding wings
Reaching from Beyond

Matches overhead
Heating on the Gods
Fire sobering
Sleeping, no response
I'm below the bed

Pleading to a Conch
Please pray for me Mama
Cause im bleeding from the heart
In the fray, forced trauma to the brain
Receding from the start,
Morse commas in the paint mold
Quicksand spacebar, necking the Franco
Sauna rest, silver flame
Swords lava, they remain gold
On the chest sits a BIG A$$ CHAIN, parched, "Legerdemango"


[VERSE III] - CLIFFHANGER

Blow smoke in the face of the said ghost
Whole cloak finna raise up from my dead folks
Feds stroll, spinning razors gunning rentals
Tread low, Brendan Fraser, Mummy; Reynolds

RapTured, tension major, puppet master Stature, Hens in labor, stomach fracture
Plastered, pen & paper summon vapors
Baptist sending neighbors, met the maker

Two times the charm
Tire loose, Hardened womb, who sign the armor?
New life in honor
Guidance through darkened youth
2 high to harbour
True light upon you,
3 eyed nirvana

4 Pete's sake,
He "token" Gs like "We Base Belong To"
Eighth in the jar loose
Breaks in my chartreuse
Slate for the streets, Don't retrace scars
Wait where they meet, fate long forgone thru

Space in between jade lawns lay raw fruit
Gates to the keys stay strong, like God Zues

KINGDOM HEARTS II

BLUNT FORCE TRAUMA

ONE IN THE CHAMBER

LYRICS:

[VERSE I]

Bitch ima eat if it’s medium rare
Her pussy pink like my jacket
Im sorry Ms. Jackson
I beat derrière
Billie Jeans, she rock Rick Flares
Woo! Woo!

Vince McMahon as her teeth hit the floor
Chester a Cheetah
But Cheeto The G.O.A.T.
She counting them sheep 123, 74
All of my Gs are deceased, seeing ghosts

Breaking an eighth, GameInformer my ashes
What up doe? Shit, lil shorty what’s happening?
Do that lil dance you do, throw it back, Madden
I get the gouda, blue cheese, colby-jackson

Gone fuck around and find out I just happen to be
Sir YUNG CHEETO, 3D folds, cap Miami Heat
Ace of Spade keycard, she digging the sheets
Shorty offer/off of her head, Queen of Hearts, guillotine

This shit going crazy, this shit going stupid
Sudiddy my lady, she bad and she boujee
You switch in my lane, and you dancing with dangerous
Full Metal Jacket, turn dude Stanley Kubrick

Clockwise round the block, Orange on the Rubik’s cube 
Popeye winking, just watch, wrist flooded 
Cause I’m up to my neck with offers
“Watcha Gon’ Do?” Remy Ma
Timbs (Màrtin) on 1000 islands, but my hands Milly Rocking
I don’t hit the stage, left, right, bitch I’m boxing
*SF2 Ryu punch*

I’m on a whole ‘nother level, say less
While I pull my hoe threads like Geppetto
“Im a real boy”, 13 choppers, Dan Marino
Ain’t talking helicopter, Huey rock his shit
Redenbacher, cause I pop my shit
In the Orville lobby, whipping Doctor Pibb
with the pillboy

No cap, they be saying I’m fronting, cause I put my new stick on layaway (Save it for later)
I work harder than your bitch having my kids on Labor Day (Whatchu say?)
No cap, they be saying I’m fronting, cause I put my new stick on layaway (Save it for later)
I work harder than your bitch having my kids on Labor Day 


[HOOK]

Bitch let’s get it
NY Strippin’ down Frito Lay Ave
Mignon, she gone ‘filet’/feel lit
Pink, bubblegum filling

Get up in her rib, eye/I eat the cake
Bad bitch blowing my chimney
Shit getting explicit

Riding En Vogue, 5% tint doors
Shorty smoking twin glizzies
Matte black, lips sticky

Foes tryna fold too late
Clean they whole dinner plate 
Matter ‘fact, leave nothing but the roach


[VERSE II]

Flashback, pack the opp ash, let it roll
007, hoes shaking ass don’t stir(stare)
Want a medle /metal? Lick the pole, go first
I triple ‘dog’ dare ya
I’m raising the ‘roof’ of this hoe, cold Turk

‘Bout What Ever’
Bitch I’m higher than the ozone, Earth
Spoiler 46 long
‘5-0’ hitting curbs
Olympic swimming thru her walls
Like I’m Don Schollander
Pothole, hit the dirt

Shorty digging my aura
Mr. Big Stunt on Shit, did I st-stutter?
Muhammad knocked 56 out, you’re the martyr
Pack of the Runtz lit, miss me with that fuck shit
Sodom and Gammorah

Huh, keep going like dat, dude gotta lie down
Sheath on my ice staff drops, your son orphaned

Cheat code, no life hack, 3am pipe down
she give me night cap, ‘Top’ of the Morning


[BRIDGE]

Bitch I’m a Flamingo
Sleep with one eye open, what she wink for?
Rabbit hole, work 10 to 6, she late we freak from 3 to close

Red pill, Blue pill placed in both hands
Fork in the road, I Rochambeau
Long live VILLAIN, you gone die a hero
MF, mother fucking Juvenile Cheeto


[HOOK]

Bitch let’s get it
NY Strippin’ down Frito Lay Ave
Mignon, she gone ‘filet’/feel lit
Pink, bubblegum filling

Get up in her rib, eye/I eat the cake
Bad bitch blowing my chimney
Shit getting explicit

Riding En Vogue, 5% tint doors
Shorty smoking twin glizzies
Matte black, lips sticky

Foes tryna fold too late
Clean they whole dinner plate 
Matter ‘fact, leave nothing but the roach

THE RETURN OF YUNG CHEETO

MEDIUM RARE

MEDIUM RARE (Prod. Ethereal)

(Prod. STVNK x EDDIESTACKIN)


LYRICS:

[HOOK]

Bad bitch, bought her new pair of nails
Watch her middle finger flare
Out the window as I flew thru the light
Big pack rolled up in a Benjamin Frank
I’ma keep it 100, I’m high as a kite

My pupils see 3D, it’s Eye for an Eye
Flamingo pink Luigi, supplying the pipe
Her pussy juice Fiji, turn water to wine
Thank God for these heathens, I’m signing to Christ


[VERSE]

She biting my ear while she screamin’ it’s mine
Beating her walls, pussy purr like Mike Tys-
By the 3rd round she be tapping out, crying
I break the 4th wall and that thang just ignites 

Couple screws in my head loose, Frankenstein
Locomotive, hit it from caboose, number 9
Minnesota ‘clubbing’, double ‘suits’ with no tie
Scotty shoot, Po ‘Pippen’, deuce deuce, Do or ‘Die’

You can’t say that the tables have turned
Bitch I flipped it that’s word to my Daughter
Anakin ghost, out of body, dude rode his Ferrari
Then showed up to Maury like, “Luke I’m yo father”

Daddy Don Dada
Your fucking with the fresh popped collar
Dog eat dog, but that cat empanadas

Euro-stepping laughing to the bank
Loud ass weed, dawg you know this shit

*STVNK, STVNK*


[HOOK]

Bad bitch, bought her new pair of nails
Watch her middle finger flare
Out the window as I flew thru the light
Pack rolled up in a Benjamin Frank
I’ma keep it 100, I’m high as a kite

My pupils see 3D, it’s Eye for an Eye
Flamingo pink Luigi, supplying the pipe
Her pussy juice Fiji, turn water to wine
Thank God for these heathens, I’m signing to Christ

FLAMIN' HOT

A PAIR OF NAIL$

(Prod. FLYBWOY)

LYRICS:

[HOOK]

I slide my demons on the back burner
Light the gas then burn that shit
When the smoke clears
I dunk my hand in then emerge a spliff

Lay a royal flush on the carpet
Shorty buss it down for a moment while I spark it
Shit, I got burn holes in my pockets like I’m Harvey Dent
Keep the change 
If Louis Lane my shorty, call me Clark Kent
Cold as Minnesota, Yung Cheeto, 808 Heartless
Amazing how I raise my palms, erupt a blazing arson

[VERSE I]

Bitch, my whole range in flames in my apartment
As I stand hazed, I gaze the vivid darkness
Open oven, clutching heat, sprinklers get to sparking
Droplet’s ricochet off the blade of my inner conscious

If you play with fye
Baby you gone burn
Baby you gone burn
That that 6th Proberb
flip the bird
What the fuck you heard?

This that court adjourned
All rise for the soldiers
Burn every bridge, big rocks on my shoulders

And ima carry them
Battery in my back, bitch I’m activated
On top of of the Sheraton,
Mask nefarious, pink jacket, lady
Slip my index on the trigger and I blast it baby
God


[BRIDGE]

If you play with the fye
Baby you gone burn
Baby you gone burn

You decide 
It’s your turn
Baby it’s your turn

If you play with fye
Baby you gone burn
Baby you gone burn

You decide 
It’s your turn
Baby it’s your turn


[HOOK]

I slide my demons on the back burner
Light the gas then burn that shit
When the smoke clears
I dunk my hand and then emerge a spliff

Lay a royal flush on the carpet
Shorty buss it down for a moment while I spark it
Shit, I got burn holes in my pockets like I’m Harvey Dent
Keep the change 
If Louis Lane my shorty, call me Clark Kent
Cold as Minnesota, Yung Cheeto, 808 Heartless
Amazing how I raise my palms, erupt a blazing arson



[OUTRO]

I place my hands on the motherfucking stove
Don’t do this shit at home
Don’t do this shit at home
No, no, no

I place my hands on the motherfucking stove
Don’t do this shit at home
Don’t do this shit at home
No, no, no

I place my hands on the motherfucking stove
Don’t do this shit at home
Don’t do this shit at home
No, no, no

FLAMIN’ HOT DEMO

A$BE$TO$ HAND$ (RED PILL)

A$BE$TO$ HAND$

(Prod. vape80.)

LYRICS:

[CHORUS]

I’m off that supa fye and alcohol
Yeah
I told bro “Watch your step, you off the wall”
Yeah
He said sumn “Mane, I don’t give 2 fucks at all”
Yeah 
I’m like “What the fuck is you talkin’ dawg?”
Yeah

I’m on that “Bitch let’s play some basketball”
Yeah
I shoot 33’s, shorty keep that D lockjaw
Yeah 
She off that supa fye and alcohol
Yeah
She like “What the fuck is you talkin’ dawg?”
Yeah


[VERSE I]

It’s dark as hell and hell is hot 
Dark Man X set flames to the block
Lil Wayne ‘99, ‘Fuck Tha World’, ‘Bedrock’
Jimi Hendrix, stand next to the fye

6 rings on, left pinky finger ‘Shining’
Chef Hallorann get to flicking his eyelids
Danny ain’t here no more, auto-pilot
Mr. Torrence thru the door, “Here’s Johnny!”

CHEETO 5’11, but 3rd leg ‘Walken’
Aiming for my head? Undead, ima zombie
I need brain, guts, Frank’s hot Top Ramen
Put them thangs up, I came to see a mosh pit

This some 87, prison rooftop, Bronson
Throw a peace sign ‘fore I lose my mind 
60 seconds on the clock, blacktop Buck, Wisconsin
Fuck the game up 7ft deep, Giannis

Hop in the cockpit, whip Kamikaze
Dolphin with the Wok, Cheetah sipping hot coffee
Shake it, don’t stir, finna take a concoction
Shit just don't work, new shirt on the roster

Heinz 57, bitch I’m ‘FN’g up your Whopper
‘Have It Your Way’, You rule, I just off ‘em
Henry, roll an ‘8th, ballin’, paying ‘outta pocket’
Lucky Damocles, blade levitate, ‘Hawking’


[BRIDGE]

Back up now it’s time to wreck
This right here, straight life-or-death
What’s left, no trace, one final breath
I cut the check, then aim the stretch
 
Shoot first dawg, stay lit, Phillips
Shout “Bobby Saget”, fake Tourette’s
Tryna get in with me, ‘Bangladesh’/Bang lé dash
‘Six Foot Sev’, JG Buckets

Back up now it’s time to wreck
This right here, straight life-or-death
What’s left, no trace, one final breath
I cut the check, then aim the stretch
 
Shoot first dawg, stay lit, Phillips
Shout “Bobby Saget”, fake Tourette’s
Tryna get in with me, ‘Bangladesh’/Bang lé dash
‘Six Foot Sev’, JG Buckets


[CHORUS]

I’m off that supa fye and alcohol
Yeah
I told bro “Watch your step, you off the wall”
Yeah
He said sumn “Mane, I don’t give 2 fucks at all”
Yeah 
I’m like “What the fuck is you talkin’ dawg?”
Yeah

I’m on that “Bitch let’s play some basketball”
Yeah
I shoot 33’s, shorty keep that D lockjaw
Yeah 
She off that supa fye and alcohol
Yeah
She like “What the fuck is you talkin’ dawg?”
Yeah

I’m off that supa fye and alcohol
Yeah
I told bro “Watch your step, you off the wall”
Yeah
He said sumn “Mane, I don’t give 2 fucks at all”
Yeah 
I’m like “What the fuck is you talkin’ dawg?”
Yeah

I’m on that “Bitch let’s play some basketball”
Yeah
I shoot 33’s, shorty keep that D lockjaw
Yeah 
She off that supa fye and alcohol
Yeah
She like “What the fuck is you talkin’ dawg?”
Yeah


[POST CHORUS]

Beam me up
Beam me up
Beam me up, Scotty
Beam me up

Beam me up
Beam me up
Beam me up, Scotty
Beam me up

Beam me up
Beam me up
Beam me up, Scotty
Beam me up

Beam me up
Beam me up
Beam me up, Scotty
Beam me up

FLAMIN' HOT DEMO

$COTTY PIMPIN'

$COTTY PIMPIN’

(Prod. Nash Percy)

LYRICS:

[BRIDGE]

I go hard in the paint, Flocka Flame
3D shades, big Cuban chain

In the bank, they know my name
No need to aim, I shoot like ‘Shane’

Flipping thru ‘Franks’, like ‘C’est La Vie’,
Carpe Diem, I told her


[CHORUS]

“Call me by my name”
I’m “FLAMIN’ HOT SHIT”

Pour Bacardi, La Flambé 
That’s some “FLAMIN’ HOT SHIT”

This here costs an arm & leg
These joints “FLAMIN’ HOT SHIT”

Mr. Richard Montañez
Selling “FLAMIN’ HOT SHIT”

Yeah!



[VERSE]

She like the way that I flip like a skillet
I make it pop, Redenbacher, let’s get it 
Cake on my taste buds, Anne Mae, i ain’t ‘kidding’
Bust on her face, thanks for watching my ‘children’

E&J bae, ‘Put It Down’ in her liver
Break out TAY-K, do ‘The Race’, chicken dinner
Cheeto don’t Lay, I’m just plating my Pringles
Fuck out my face, ‘98 Jerry Springer

Incinerating the dank with some liquor
Red Cabernet, blue/blew her lace as I grip it
Pink cabaret, NY strip, Mignon Filet 
She want a taste, well, I’m begging to differ

Dawg ima vet, make her spray in an instant
Cook up a mess, I fuck up her whole kitchen
Referee, hesitate blowing the whistle
She look at me while I tell her


[CHORUS]

“Call me by my name”
I’m “FLAMIN’ HOT SHIT”

Pour Bacardi, La Flambé 
That’s some “FLAMIN’ HOT SHIT”

This here costs an arm & leg
These joints “FLAMIN’ HOT SHIT”

Mr. Richard Montañez
Selling “FLAMIN’ HOT SHIT”

Yeah!


[POST HOOK]

Bitch I’m $UPA HOT FYE
Blow me off before you try
In the paint, don’t let dry
I go hard until I die

Bitch I’m $UPA HOT FYE
Blow me off before you try
In the paint, don’t let dry
I go hard until I die

LA FLAMBÉ

(Prod. FLYBWOY)

LYRICS:

[HOOK]

Bitch I’m getting it
25/8 standing on straight business
Vericose veins, Bobby Flay, way I’m skinning shit
Leave the cold case closed
Brodie put a ‘PIN’ in it
505A, 505

Bitch I’m getting it
25/8 standing on straight business
Vericose veins, Bobby Flay, way I’m skinning shit
Leave the cold case closed
Brodie put a ‘PIN’ in it
505A, 505A


[CHORUS]

All night and all day
I’ve been getting it in
All night and all day
I’ve been checking my six

By any means
Dawg I’m finna make shit happen 
My enemies
Pray on my downfall, I go get my backends

By any means
Dawg I’m finna make shit happen 
My enemies
Pray on my downfall, I go get my backends


[VERSE]

I’m smoking on that XX chromosome
Pussy motherfuckers ain’t got shit on me
I hustle thru my sleep, full comatose
On the chopping block, on the phone
Laughing with the hyenas
Working my fingers to the bone
 
Frying all cylinders,
I ain’t fucking ‘round’, bitch I’m really ‘nuts’
Get the ‘cashews’, then I ‘bolt’,
Shorty got them new ‘nails’, ‘hammer’ toes
I be ‘drilling’ her, ‘drilling’ her
She a vacuum with that throat and I’m filling her

Miss the ball, ‘strike’, adios, fuck Chiquita 
Go bananas, Black ‘Lagoon’, man I’m ghillied up
‘Same Damn Channel’ Moondogs, you a silly duck
Pink bandana on my jaw, John Dillinger

Ima give my all, dawg, I don’t even give a fuck
Keep it 100 ‘till I fall, Henry Kissinger
Young ‘Niro, Godfather Molotov extinguisher
Sub-Zero, down, right, spinal tap, finish her


[CHORUS]

All night and all day
I’ve been getting it in
All night and all day
I’ve been checking my six

By any means
Dawg I’m finna make shit happen 
My enemies
Pray on my downfall, I go get my backends

By any means
Dawg I’m finna make shit happen 
My enemies
Pray on my downfall, I go get my backends


[HOOK]

Bitch I’m getting it
25/8 standing on straight business
Vericose veins, Bobby Flay, way I’m skinning shit
Leave the cold case closed
Brodie put a ‘PIN’ in it
505A, 505

Bitch I’m getting it
25/8 standing on straight business
Vericose veins, Bobby Flay, way I’m skinning shit
Leave the cold case closed
Brodie put a ‘PIN’ in it
505A, 505A

[OUTRO]

All night and all day
I’ve been getting it in
All night and all day
I’ve been checking my six

By any means
Dawg I’m finna make shit happen 
My enemies
Pray on my downfall, I go get my backends

BY ANY MEAN$

LYRICS:

[HOOK]

I had a dream Seven Maidens came to me
Just to tell me fuck the game up
Keep that chain tucked
You will change your name to Baby Cheese Puff
CHE$TER CHEETAH 
Eliminate the opposition, go and free her, Black Athena

Bitch I’m on a mission, solo stack my Gs up
To the ceiling, fuck your couch and all your feelings
My position on the line, I get my point across
I’m parallel to heaters
I’m only 22, like them rims, they look at me bruh


[VERSE I]

My rising Scorpio but crescent lunar Moon in Libra
JJ Gemini, half cheetah, half Toshiba
Sipping Yerba Mate bicarbonate, while huffing ether
Hater finna hate, but face to face, they caught amnesia

I ain’t fucking ‘round when it come to my girls
I fuck the game up
CHE$TER V.S. THE WORLD

9 lives on this Earth
If I die, ima make sure my people ate/8
Seven whole dinner plates

I got 5 on a 4th, but I ain’t bought it yet
I took a right on 3rd, with 60 dollars left

That very second had me breathless had to watch my step
Corner of my eye, I look behind, the one in my refection


[BRIDGE]

It’s me
Motherfucker I’m Him!
I’m him, motherfucker I’m Him!

I’m him, motherfucker I’m Him!
I’m him, motherfucker I’m Him!
I’m him, motherfucker I’m Him!
From the mask of anaglyph, to my bad ass bitch, baby


[VERSE II]

It ain’t the mountain I fear, it’s the rock in my boot
When I count up Rainier, I unbuckle my shoe
Tripping off red Kool-Aid, James Jones drank the blue
Out here digging 2 graves, if you shoot, then I shoot

I been starving for a minute, I’ve been in a Hot Pursuit
Speed is needed, fuck a ticket, rob a copper in a coupe/coop
Wild goose chase, rooster with no head, cockado
Got them Megan Knees/Manganese, shorty ain’t 25 she 22

Meditating on the beat
Triple beam ain’t got the same balance
Yin/Yang like my green
Pockets ate, cake bakery

Medicating faithfully
Eulogy will read my name absent
QWERTY, throw some cheese on that bitch


[HOOK]

I had a dream Seven Maidens came to me
Just to tell me fuck the game up
Keep that chain tucked
You will change your name to Baby Cheese Puff
CHE$TER CHEETAH 
Eliminate the opposition, go and free her, Black Athena

Bitch I’m on a mission, solo stack my Gs up
To the ceiling, fuck your couch and all your feelings
My position on the line, I get my point across
I’m parallel to heaters
I’m only 22, like them rims, they look at me bruh


[OUTRO]

Let the ethyl erupt the flame, flux
He been ready to fuck the game up

$EVEN MAIDEN$ (BLUE PILL)

$EVEN MAIDEN$ / BLUE PILL (Prod. FLYBWOY)

(Prod. LVCIEN)

LYRICS:

[INTRO]

THE KURGAN (MR. KRABS):
I am in disguise…
*maniacal laughter*

[HOOK]

1234
Who that beating at my door?
Andy Jack, Benny Frank
Richard Nix, Gerald Ford

5678
Who did they assasinate? 
James, Abe, McKinley
John F. Kennedy

9, 10, 11, I ain’t fucking ‘round, I’m celibate
I like to crack jokes, 2 hoes, Jefferson

Whipping thru the section
Bumpin’ Too Short, Getting It
Ante up, top down
Counting dead presidents 


[POST HOOK]

1, 2, 3, 4, guap like butter
Keep a 57 tucked right up under your seat

Uh, like what up?
Finna pop off, dawg
YUNG CHEETO ain’t searing this beef

1, 2, 3, 4, guap like butter
Keep a 57 tucked right up under your seat

Uh, like what up?
Finna pop off, dawg
YUNG CHEETO ain’t searing this beef

[VERSE]

Cold as I stand on your doorstep, Capone with me
Bro make your hand and your chest ‘connect 4’ really

Man I ain’t even get the chance to impress hoes
Analog sticking, shorty ain’t playing Nintendo
From the Genesis, folk I been slaying from the get-go
Kennedy bullet enter & exit thru his neck bone

Zipping out the occipital lobe, shit missing
This that Yayo & 50, religious pockets Ulysses

I’m on some other shit bitch
Lil baby we back
This shit ain’t a cat call, YUNG CHE$TER just catch
Dr. Getcha Rocks Off, lay that ass on the slab
I ain’t taking naps dawg, ain’t got time to relax

Think I’m getting lock-jaw, ima lick till it’s chapped
Flip her stomach over, raw dog fashion we slash
Mr. Gorbachev, tearing down her walls, hoe prolapsed
Like hold up, someone pounding on the door from the back


[HOOK]

1234
Who that beating at my door?
Andy Jack, Benny Frank
Richard Nix, Gerald Ford

5678
Who did they assasinate? 
James, Abe, McKinley
John F. Kennedy

9, 10, 11, I ain’t fucking ‘round, I’m celibate
I like to crack jokes, 2 hoes, Jefferson

Whipping thru the section
Bumpin’ Too Short - Getting It
Ante up, top down
Counting dead presidents

DEAD PRE$IDENT$

(Prod. Nash Percy)

[HOOK]

Motherfuckers think it’s sweet
This ain’t Minnesota Nice
(Fuck that)
Hit a lick like this shit Minnesota Vice
Ice cold, 3 stacks
Pay the Minnesota price 
Rico, charging Sonny back
Like the Minnesota Vikes


[Verse I]

Shorty throw it back to back like Sidney Rice
She a dime, snatch my quarterback, 
Bender take a hike
Run the line like the Saucier
Whipping up the stew
Dio left Black Sabbath ‘82
Leave you Misen like my knife

Don Cannon, O’Bannons
Bitch I’m lifting up the hoop
5’11, foot leaded
Leave you pissing out your shoes

Chester run the lights
Like he holding up Home Depot
⬆️⬆️⬇️⬇️⬅️➡️⬅️➡️🅱️🅰️
I enter beast mode


[BRIDGE]

Chester Cheetah, I’m known as, way I knead/need the dough
All my opposites attract, neck magneto, gold
Fuck with me, I’ll clap that ass like mosquito, hoe
“Get over here”, pull my mask off, finito, toast


[HOOK]

Motherfuckers think it’s sweet
This ain’t Minnesota Nice
(Fuck that)
Hit a lick like this shit Minnesota Vice
Ice cold, 3 stacks
Pay the Minnesota price 
Rico, charging Sonny back
Like the Minnesota Vikes

Motherfuckers think it’s sweet
This ain’t Minnesota Nice
(Fuck that)
Hit a lick like this shit Minnesota Vice
Ice cold, 3 stacks
Pay the Minnesota price 
Rico, charging Sonny back
Like the Minnesota Vikes


[BRIDGE]

Chester Cheetah, I’m known as, way I knead/need the dough
They say opposites attract, neck magneto, gold
Fuck with me, I’ll clap that ass like mosquito, hoe
“Get over here”, pull my mask off, finito, toast


[HOOK]

Motherfuckers think it’s sweet
This ain’t Minnesota Nice
(Fuck that)
Hit a lick like this shit Minnesota Vice
Ice cold, 3 stacks
Pay the Minnesota price 
Rico, charging Sonny back
Like the Minnesota Vikes

MINNE$OTA VICE

(Prod. FLYBWOY)

LYRICS:

[HOOK]

I had a dream Seven Maidens came to me
Just to tell me fuck the game up
Keep that chain tucked
You will change your name to Baby Cheese Puff
CHE$TER CHEETAH 
Eliminate the opposition, go and free her, Black Athena

Bitch I’m on a mission, solo stack my Gs up
To the ceiling, fuck your couch and all your feelings
My position on the line, I get my point across
I’m parallel to heaters
I’m only 22, like them rims, they look at me bruh


[VERSE I]

My rising Scorpio but crescent lunar Moon in Libra
JJ Gemini, half cheetah, half Toshiba
Sipping Yerba Mate bicarbonate, while huffing ether
Hater finna hate, but face to face, they caught amnesia

I ain’t fucking ‘round when it come to my girls
I fuck the game up
CHE$TER V.S. THE WORLD

9 lives on this Earth
If I die, ima make sure my people ate/8
Seven whole dinner plates

I got 5 on a 4th, but I ain’t bought it yet
I took a right on 3rd, with 60 dollars left

That very second had me breathless had to watch my step
Corner of my eye, I look behind, the one in my refection


[BRIDGE]

It’s me
Motherfucker I’m Him!
I’m him, motherfucker I’m Him!
From the cap of my brim, to the color gold trim, baby

I’m him, motherfucker I’m Him!
I’m him, motherfucker I’m Him!
I’m him, motherfucker I’m Him!
From the mask of anaglyph, to my bad ass bitch, baby


[VERSE II]

It ain’t the mountain I fear, it’s the rock in my boot
When I count up Rainier, I ain’t buckle my shoe
Tripping off red Kool-Aid, James Jones drank the blue
Out here digging 2 graves, if you shoot, then I shoot

I been starving for a minute, I’ve been in a Hot Pursuit
Speed is needed, fuck a ticket, rob a copper in a coupe/coop
Wild goose chase, rooster with no head, cockado
Got them Megan Knees/Manganese, shorty ain’t 25 she 22

Meditating on the beat
Triple beam ain’t got the same balance
Yin/Yang like my green
Pockets ate, cake bakery

Medicating faithfully
Eulogy will read my name absent
QWERTY, Throw Some Cheese on that bitch


[HOOK]

I had a dream Seven Maidens came to me
Just to tell me fuck the game up
Keep that chain tucked
You will change your name to Baby Cheese Puff
CHE$TER CHEETAH 
Eliminate the opposition, go and free her, Black Athena

Bitch I’m on a mission, solo stack my Gs up
To the ceiling, fuck your couch and all your feelings
My position on the line, I get my point across
I’m parallel to heaters
I’m only 22, like them rims, they look at me bruh


[OUTRO]

Let the ethyl erupt the flame, flux
He been ready to fuck the game up

$EVEN MAIDEN$

THE BLUE PILL / 3.13.24

THE RED PILL / 11.8.18

Yung Cheeto Calls the Pentagon

[Prod. Junior] Young Cheeto is the most OG of them all.

Yung Cheeto Brutally Murders 56,288,984,624,825,275,628 Robloxians

[Prod. Junior] Fight for your rights against communism!

El Product

[Prod. Junior] You always remember your first time.

First Time Smoking With the Tusken Raiders

{Prod. TREETIME, Junior}

The adolescent cheese puff makes a memorable entrance.

$UPERFLEX (Prod. TREETIME)

[Prod. Oddwin]

Yung Cheeto travels through Fatal Fields in search for his lost friend.

FATAL FIELD$ (Prod. Oddwin)

THE LEGEND OF CHE$TER

BIG A$$ CHAIN

BIG A$$ CHAIN (Ft. Trip.e)

[Prod. m.o.m (mind of mobius)]

an ancient energy awakens...

[lochness]*

ghillie.

tower.

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