PEG! (prod. fony wallace)

IN DA JET! (prod. 9lives)

>:3

I AM APPALLED
LOOK LIKE WHATEVER I SCREAM LIKE A MAN AND I 
FEEL LIKE A WOMAN BUT FUCK IT I'M HUMAN
YEAH I LEARNED TO RAP CAUSE I CAN, I'M A BEAUTY 
I FEEL LIKE A CUTIE WHEN I'M WRITING SONGS

I AM THE BOMB
YOU CANNOT SHOOT ME DON'T KNOW MY LOCATION
I GOT A VOCATION AS SPITTER DON'T DICK WITH ME
FUCK WITH ME, PATIENCE IS WANING, I'M HATIN IT COMING OFF STRONG

KARMA MY MOB
KARMA MY PEOPLE, LIKE ALL OF MY HOMIES 
PAINT PICTURES ON EASELS WITH WORDS THEY SO DEVIOUS
SMOKING DOWN DIESEL WE GETTING MISCHIEVIOUS
SAY YOU AIN'T HEARIN US 

BITCH U IS WRONG WE BEEN ON TOP AND YOU BOTTOMS ARE UNDER US
BLUNDERBUSS HIT WITH PRECISION IT COME TO US
FUCK WITH US? FUCK WITH US U IN THE WRONG
WE PUT U IN THE SONG 

AS THE BUTT OF THE JOKE AND I'M TOKIN
LIKE TOLKIEN I'M MISUNDERSTOOD DOING GOOD ON THE LOW END 
NOT HOING I GO IN I'M GOING IN
HARD FOR THE TRACK LIKE MY DICK WHEN SHE BLOWIN IT UH

UH UH FLOWING I'M KILLING IT 
U JUST SOME KRILL AND I'M KRILLIN YOU IDIOT
PITCHIN THIS SHIT AT ME GEORGE WITH NO CURIOUS
SERIOUSNESS ISN'T IT WHEN I'M SPITTING SICK

BITCH I'M INFECTED WHILE YOU INEFFECTIVE
AT EVERYTHING REVILLING INSIDE MY PETULANCE
CAN THIS KID KEEP UP WITH REEFER AND SEDATIVES 
SAME WAY I CAN STAYING VEGETIVE

ONE WAY TO SETTLE IT MEDDLE WITH ME 1V1 
YOU'LL BE DONE IN A MINUTE I'LL KILL IT LIKE USUAL 
GUN IN MY MITS AND ITS RATHER UNUSUAL
IT'S GOT A BARREL THAT ISN'T REFUSABLE

YOU AIN'T REUSABLE 
BITCH U SHOULD KNOW THIS BY NOW
U AIN'T NOTICE THE HOLE IN YOUR BROW
AIN'T CONFUSED CAUSE YOUR HEAD WENT KAPOW
IF YOU COULD YOU'D SAY HOW. BUT U CAN'T AND THAT'S SAD. SIKE! 

I DON'T GIVE FUCK BOUT U MAN
YOU CAN TALK TO THE HAND
YOU COULD TALK TO THE RAT UNTIL SHE SHOT U DEAD
HEH! GET UP MY GIRL GIVE ME HEAD. AND WE AIN'T EVEN GET OUT OF BED YET

END ALL OF YOU EDGY FAKE LEFTISTS YOU'RE POSERS WHO SLEEPING WITH KIDS 
END ALL OF THE PEOPLE WHO STARTING SHIT JUST TO START SHIT YEAH IT'S MAKING ME WANNA BE 
DEAD

G YOU IS WORSE THAN A FED
B REAL THIS HOLE IN THE HEAD IS A PUNISHMENT MEANT
FOR FUCKERS LIKE YOU GO TO BED
FOREVER LIKE I'M MR. X AND YOU LEON S. KENNEDY

U EVEN HEARD WHAT HE SAID TO ME?
NEED A PRESCRIPTION FOR ECSTASY 
THIS AIN'T ALLEGEDLY
HE GOT A TENDENCY FOR VOCAL WEAPONRY
TRAPPED INSIDE THIS HOLE AND AIN'T NO ONE HELPING ME

CEPT FOR MYSELF I'M A PRODIGY
PEOPLE BEEN ONTO ME. TWO YEARS AND GOIN.
I'M IN THE MYTHOLOGY. TWO QUEERS START BLOWING 
I'M BLOWING MY LOAD IN THESE HOTTIES

SHIT IS APPALLING 
I WAS GOING UP I FEEL LIKE I'M FALLING
PARADOXICALLY I'M FINDING MY CALLING
FEEL LIKE I'M A BALLER I'M BALLING UH UH UH

STEP ONE TAKE A RIP FROM THE BONG
STEP TWO MAKE A VERSE FOR THE SONG
STEP THREE VOCALIZE AND GO OFF
STEP FOUR SCRAP IT ALL

I AM APPALLED

appalled ( dotflow )

FRICKIN FRICK KARMAMOB THEY ALL SUCK AND THEY'RE GAY AND FAT AND THEY SUCK!!!!! (prod. finngotit)

ISSBROKIE - KOSHER! (prod. buckx2)

ISSBROKIE - WHO R U TALKING TO?! (prod. buckx2)

ISSBROKIE - EYESORE! (prod. buckx2)

ISSBROKIE - TOXIN! (prod. buckx2)

ISSBROKIE - FUCK YO ENTIRE BLOODLINE! (prod. buckx2)

(hook:)
4X, 4X, 4X!
4X, 4X, 4X!
4X, 4X, 4X!
4X, 4X, 4X!
4X, 4X, 4X!
4X, 4X, 4X!
4X, 4X, 4X!
4X, 4X, 4X!

(verse:)
give a fuck bout no deal i don’t need any help
last year 100 bands made by myself
n this year i’mma add like 4 times to my wealth
a bitch walkin in rockin that felt u aint felt
4XL shirt on my body 
my belt cost a hunnid times more than u got fo yoself
good self esteem, good ideas, n good health
i got gucci on me by the scent you could tell
big ass shirt lil shorts
lil ass skirt, no skorts
broke shawdy fuckin yo whore
yo house dirt, you poor
rap game i’mma high score
fuck around take a shit on yo goat for the sport
karma to crazy 
we tweaked off the xotic
i’m geekin i look like a dork
get back
pussy boi, come n get back
i don’t do the net
stupid bitch imma miss that
pockets big fat
2 switches so the sticks match
you gon hear that click clack
finna push yo wig back
hit tracks
all a bitch drop cuz ya chick cracked
smokin zig zags of dat shit make a bitch laugh
big big big big pack imma flip dat
sayin any shit back, might jus make a bitch snap
any beat i hit i make the shit fire
haters hear the shit i make, get inspired
judgin by yo lack of a fit, yo shits dire
make a rapper run outta feul like a bic lighter
9er 9er up in the sky like tye fighters
rapper peep the shit i spit n get tired
boi u is a bitch, a snitch, u wear wires
stick get him ripped from limb to limb-
(ugh, you get it)

(hook:)
4X, 4X, 4X!
4X, 4X, 4X!
4X, 4X, 4X!
4X, 4X, 4X!
4X, 4X, 4X!
4X, 4X, 4X!
4X, 4X, 4X!
4X, 4X, 4X!
boi, i’ll drop these hoes 
and i’ll drop ya ass too!
boi, i’ll drop these hoes 
and i’ll drop ya ass too!
boi, i’ll drop these hoes 
and i’ll drop ya ass too!
boi, i’ll drop these hoes 
and i’ll drop ya ass!

ISSBROKIE - 4XL! (prod. david arcade)

prod. (@NOVAFLED)
mix. (@rivrpersn)

Lyrics:

I’m really sorry for my fuck shit, I know I’m a prollem’
I’ve been through shit that won’t leave me no more, It’s down to follow
I really dealt with my seething and left a shell of hollow
But I got pride enough to fill some enemies with hollows
With every pill I swallow
I down another, another ‘til I see empty bottles
Then I think mother and brother would hate to see me wallow
But I’ve been runnin’ from somethin’ so I just hit the throttle
And get to gunnin’ and gunnin’ ‘til everything can fossil
Into my mind as it hits me and leaves me horizontal
My heart is screaming at me begging me to be a peace to ‘em
But they pullin’ up mischievous, I put a piece to ‘em
And shoot until I can see through ‘em
I’m not the type of person harping to be mean to ‘em
Product of environment, look up for some inspiring 
A tyrant was filling up my eyelids
Now i’m Billie goated but don’t talk about an Eilish
Bitch I rip it stylish 
More than my t-shirt, bitch I’m skirting Irish
Only thing that’s faster than the rev is burning mileage 
I’ma’ beat it mean ‘cuz I’m tired of the kindness
Then take ‘em to the singing while I question what my life is and cry, shit

Oh, where do I go
I ain’t built to deal with this shit no more
Packing my shit and bitch I’m out the door
Fuck, bitch

(ISSBROKIE)

Illest yet
Droppin’ out the internet 
I don’t mean no disrespect, but y’all cant ‘een begin to step up to me 
It’s a disconnect 
Y’all get rarely shown respect, that’s ‘cuz you barely flow at best
I’m the goat, they re-elect me every time I’m on the decks
Man I been so hungry for this shit you’d think I’m anorexic 
Way I spit
Think I was born to flex it through these vocal reps
Other rappers born to pee they bed as soon they peep the specs
Eat a beat like breakfast, soon as I’m awake I beat my chest
Rappers can’t compete to how I speak 
They barely comprehend 
I’m frequently OD like meth or opioids…
Flows I got is copious
And most MCs is copin’ with the fact a hoe as dope as this ain’t already the goat
Opinion told me I’m the coldest bitch my city
bro its obvious
All these cats is floppin’ when they drop, they sound like Morbius
Diamonds look the soapiest, I’m tellin hoes It’s over bitch
I’m blockin’ cats from gettin on the net like It’s a goalie kick
ISSBROKIE BITCH! >:3

ISSBROKIE - KOSHER! (prod. buckx2)

KARMAMØB