LYRICS:
Gimme your soul
aint no love coming up 
feelings of a step child growing up
soloing the world cuz
fuck maple street
local nigga blowing leaves
goons running down the street
hit and run, someones grandma (must be)
dudes had beef
taking it out back the library
smoking cigs behind the YMCA
and fuck that cop across the street 
(no skateboarding)
cant you kids do drugs and smoke weed
(fucking bully)
one day this towns gonna rise to its feet
and protest in the streets
removing courthouse niggas from seats
(violently)
bradfords corrupt as fuck now what cuz
the bandit's leveling up
these nigga's gonna get merk'ed up
and shut up... tie em up (tie em up chuck x5)

gimme your soul ill take a life
im from bridge street top of the hill
looking down on all of yall forreal
closer to god leaving this world
look up, see a star
they tell me slow down chuck
im too far gone, dont give a fuck
no offense this town is prepland, no apocalypse
read them lips, hear these words i spit
always live crippin'
ball till i die scotty pippen
i got one more mission
and that's to get mine
bought 50 mowers
50 blowers
no larabee
paid 50 get goers
stood at every corner 
and sold p's to everyone you knower for sure
made my money packed it up nice- real tight
left it in the cruiser
stepped out headed back to town
give you my soul (lol give you my soul? lmao ya right)

i needed one thing, one thing only
to give me cushion make me feel all kinds of cozy
made randy williams build me a dozy
he's playing in cash
hands me the keys
i turn around dude OD'd
i get the last laugh
fuck the dandy's
and fuck sheetz
i climb up high, 70 stories
rev her up 100 cyli's
start moving real slow
scraping the earth like perc
from the cash whooping
i handed Dandy's nose
im creeping and crawling
smiling shirt tucked in
pull out a hat from a frack
must have been from way back (thats that)
put it on and pave the way
show up to the bridge
cruiser sittin like a fridge
drive my big skidder- right in the river
and bounced
fuck this town (fuck this town)

#1 Bradfords Corrupt

LYRICS:
Nobody's distorting me
im going crazy now tho
all my niggas rob yeah all my niggas rob
what you think is what I let you
mask nigga what? 3 face
without a nose you can't smell my pace
this a stank race
money reeking, you in last place, 1st base
i just touched down
listen to me now, talking in clown, that jock speak
what nigga? multi lingual

you got killer's im a shoota
fuck the valley 
fuck towanda 
black knight pride 
more like 5-guys eating at a beef factory, 
sucking and fucking and jacking and jerking each other off
*(so cool)*
but that's what they call politics
it's all-star weekend 
somebody gotta bat
which ass crack 
will coach pick
big libtard rich
steps out from the back
waving an american flag
he stands so firm
so much pride 
*(what a fag)*
coach i volunteer let me get my asshole ragged
nigga steps out from the fold
marching goofy long socks & red coat
blowing on a trumpet feeling gucci
warming up his lips
for societies dick
coach i volunteer
alright richard we get it-
nigga i had to leave that shit
these jocks man- 
*(fucking gay faggots)*
you might be confused
i thought these dudes played football and chewed
not necessarily they can be dope smokers and jews
they can be blonde skanks or queerbaits
anything inbetween

*(Charles Manson Sample)*

*(Tear It all down)*
nigga fuck the queerbaits
fuck the free race
fuck the maker on your heart that keeps your pace
tear it all down thats what the young loc say
build it back up in the image of our state
black power and black pride
notice that I just threw all you guys
into a jumble with the worst like a shephard pie
*(sheep baa)*
you're like Mcdonald frys
nothing but filler
killer in vaniller
piller in my nose
sniff sniff sneeze
derp out please
*(achieved)*
and fuck the weebs
im running around high on sheetz
living a dream
join the great frack just to hurt my back
what'd that get me? percys
my emo girlfriends love me
we play a game of perc tease
every article of clothing
gets em high- on my- supply-
yeah- im- that guy-

#2 Sheep Massacre

LYRICS:
one time for the real mother fuckers
one time for the mother fuckers that don't fuck ya
even though you a bitch i'd always still smash it
aint talking bout my ex
never touch that broad again
not with a mile long stick or a planet
that's a fact you can plan it unlike my kid
thats okay i get to talk to a future president
and shit the kid can barely drive a plastic whip
but he's got big ass fists (uhh)
clear the path when a real mothafucka walkin
point those eyes to the side when a crip talkin
get nervous when im swinging my big balls
they aint made of steel but they sure weigh a ton
and the bitches sure think they're fun
saggy nuts and you laughing?
okay- just wait till this peter pecker get up in ya
i aint a yacht but i got 20 motors on a speedboat
thats fo sho (uhh) and im about to stay afloat

big booty hoes and they bouncing off my boat
pull up to the dock yeah im whipped
check my phone just got another plane ticket
dont ever tell my bitch
never tell her extra shit
and this crown makes me feel a little funky
makes these bitches swing on my dong like a couple of monkeys

(can we back it up cuh?
no? one take cuh? welp, alright cuh)

wait back it up a moment
im gettin ahead of myself
i dont want to slip and trip
even though if i fell- forward
ive got a big ass dick
they called me tripod-asaurus
wonder why- i never understood it
i never even fucked with camera equipment
what the fuck man?
these kids are really weird really whack
its almost like they've got a small undeveloped back

(this is a diss to all the un-deadlifters, to the bitchers...)

#3 Mothafuckas

LYRICS:
feel that shit-
set it up- never quit
stay focused
stay in god's hand
kinda like Moses
always feel like i been chosen
damn girl get the fuck up off my neck
what makes you so special
i got 10 girls in the back with the same ass
same clothes- same act-
i aint even test you yet


dick so thick
my pee hole
the size of a garden hose
thats what hoes like right bro
don't talk about it (weirdo)
the fuck you know
driving lambo's like my chevy
big ass donk- ya it rides real heavy
pump it up with 24's
playing j stone and roadie rose
3 bad bitches and they all stone cold
pass her to my mans
he's got Mulan and a Jap just bouncing on his lap in the back


yeah girl- yeah you like it like that
yellow fever got this turkey feeling like a cat
my struck is on point- crip limp get the bitches wet
her cat is my pet
now back to my bag. shit wasn't fat
remember what I said i'd do with the back of your head
(who me?)
nah not you bitch, save you for later
talking to this alligator
he be forgetting im the croc
general of the pit- big respect.

im that t town vet with that big respect
nigga hush up 
i done checked bigga' nigga's for less
and that's a fact- get that shit off your chest
you got something to say? yeah i doubt it- bet.
im coming back in a corvette
muddy mud not for me
breaking in the bed
busting nut on her chest
no cock fight no placing bets
im in the ring bustin heads
taking titles taking names-.......ya'll lames


bouncing on my lap is 2 asians they phat
big ass bootys ya they know i can rap
mumble all the time aint chill
cookie cutter get whacked
like a weed eater
stick it in yo bitch
i know when im stacked
im marrying asian 
master race just name it
her name will be Q-long
give me 50 babys name one Jay Chong
name another Amy- you know it
crip showing
as i always do 
freaking on the thicc with my uzi-oo
give her that gooy goo
call me zac special weapon
coming back with a combo attack
blitz on your ass 
then i piss on your dope sack
that bag was not fat
i told you before i only like it like that
split you down the middle
rip you in half- blood eagle
there is your freedom
body so lost they be calling in the beagles
(to find yo ass, to find yo ass...)


went mock-10 just to meet her at the regal
you know what man ya im spinnin to win
set traps to ensure that they'd leave you
body out back ya it's wrapped in 2 bags
real tight- zip it up- piss on your back
dare you try to jip me like that

i am the boss- i am the loc- i am forreal- creamy as fauk-
spinning the wheel- making these deals-

whassup with it? 
don't shift stick
but she do when she dong sick
no bong's i aint gettin dicked
"come on man just one hit"
nigga fuck you- i aint about that shit (lol no kush, weed is sillybilly)
yell out my window rollin 20's crips 
im feeling kinda lit
as i peel off in a blue corvette-

#4 Asian. Boss. Loc.

5 running backs
5 mower's man
500 stacks up in a rubber band
see what i say- i do
big boy blue that's rollin 22s
threw a second digit on it
cuz you know i do that extra shit i do
im up here higher than the moon
baby boy blue eating from a pawg with a golden spoon
yeah ight- 
no hand outs from me
the length of your word measures that of a flee
little whistle- little pecker that you got
im a big driller (oil cash crop)
and don't forget it
i slapped bigger nigga's for less
big blower on my strap
like the 1800 wild wild west
i am the best- big barrel chest
weight on my shoulders- you can call my atlas
carrying the world on my broken ass back
I couldn't possibly go harder right now
this is basically a freestyle that i just wrote down
aint no poor nigga walking to town
no drip or swag
that shit's for cookie cutter's
i am no fag
i am the chef in the back
shredding copy's of you for free
there's just so damn many
what can i do
tiny little flee's popping off my hairy armies
speaking of that
i got a large one
2000 soldier's at my becking call- they all come
there is none- no, nothing you can do
there is nothing i can't siege (NO WALL!)
aint talkin about trump
even though i got deals down south in the stump
thick root's powered by consumption

(whitemane: buy my shit- buy my shit- buy my shit- coke)

thats cocaine, pick it up in the whip
that's a corvette- snort it with ya bitch
snort it with your bitch
snort it with your bitch
snort it with your bitch

(beat her down bro)

500 stacks
500 racks
500 packs roped down in the back
100 more just like that
tied down in a combine 
tail to tail- back to back
we're headed up north
from mexico
what can ya'll do
you love my product
just like you do
don't forget now this is a freestyle
i put zero effort into this (please bow down)
everything is typed out in notepad- 
and don't forget it
i am not like Ben
when my army shifts through
you will feel the thunder clapping on you
there is no pen remember what i said-
(Men get ready for war!!)
this is forreal-
bust down your door- steal all your whores
watch your mouth and your hand when a crip talking
watch your place when a fucking crip walking
set you free so you remember it (the defeat)
my army moves loudly- not under a pen
did you already forget what i had just said?
no documents to conceal from the public
that political shit is mear rubbish
(swear down bruv fam)
yeah fuck brit's
i don't like them
fuck the whole continent
take your ass west 
and experience the lies
the U.S. is ripped
and we will rip you off too
and if you stand your ground
like a bully we will bend you
this is just me crip talking
watch your fucking mouth when a fucking crip walking
and no one will know
not even the populous
how do you think we got a billie of oil back
ship after ship
no one to stop it
cartels are real and they're partnered with- (croc gets lit up)

#5 The Border (Freestyle)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gF8I6iZr3Zw&t=18s
Lyrics:

real crip real shit
gangin bangin yous a T.U.N.A.
a turnt up non affiliate
you cant hang you cant bang
when you see that backpack swang around
you better duck and get down
that shotty blow louder than godzilla falling like dominos
aint talkin bout the pizza hoe
im talkin bout something worse than a bloody nose
an ape sized cannon hole
i swat harder than a glass cannon tho
that means i hit hard as a truck
an f150 thats a big redneck yella belly
dont try to duck-
im always gonna land it
ill beat your ass butt naked-
and call ya Candy
cuz i like to suck and fuck buck
and bang thick women under their butts
agent 44 is what you must be- atleast- if you want to c-
this big thick D oh Double Dick
bust you in the head with a brick
take that twenty from your jeans-
i dont pick locks or pockets- I take my shit when i want it
ill steal your watch- and your bitch is gonna watch
real bridge street west side east coast watts
crocing- and blocking every swoop that you ever throw
real OG i never fold you already know
i keep that peace sign up! until you wanna fight
i cant defeat you? shit i maybe i might
if i cant ill get my ass beat for what i stand in
you aint got a plan and- it really shows
i got both feet planted- standing on all 10 toes
who are you kidding
and ill never be the buyer of them lies you delivaring
big crocy got the flow
got a 50 inch pawg
and she ass banging my nose
thats what we call a pound cake
you aint shit to me- i got a shit to take
and ill take extra care to wipe you out from underneath me

none

Real Crip Freestyle

My homosexual mixtape bruh. check it out bruh.

this is my version of snoop diggity dogs hit song baby nigga

Fuck God

Snoop Dog Beautiful, My Version Rap Song Nigga

im coming- gunning- 
straight out this chevy donk- i will summon
the whole crew strapped up in blue
crip rag slung against my ass
you can kiss it dont miss it
my mental strong as a crip banana
can of worms unleashed upon towanda
didnt think i'd getchoo
fuck you- bomb explodes- made me blast 
lord forgive me for they're just mad
cock so big put a watch on it
check the time it's jocker beater o'clock aint it
meet er at the spot- big 40inch booty just a shakin
damn girl- you fine as a piece of bacon
where's the dude? okay- she leaves im good
strap up got my slugs loaded 
im sweatin im nervous
there he is now rollin coal smoke clouds
roll up on him real loud
theatrical as fuck
last thing the nigga heard was a 40 shot
another slain jock

bang nigga-
im on the hunt now
settin traps treading quietly
geared up ready to kill silently
yeah- you heard it here first
whitemane busted out the waves
so fast im like okay
returns a war hero 
they sing songs of praise
in his satchel
a pair of white slippers for croc- the ass eater
perfect for the bandit jock beater

you never heard it here first
pullin semi's like that i had to burst
i squeeze fast- out side the school playin tag
who is the dude? whats he want maybe a 40bag?
2 grams nigga i just keep on laughing and
go back to my creek crawling- come up the hill
see a dude spray painting my donk- shoot- he's gone
slimbo jimbo you see that kid?
yeah you did- you know him though- right bro?
later that night we prepped to mince this niggas meat
one thing these silly's got i dont
and that's some pussy in me
got my ear's pressed up to the street
we crawled up humming
the crip whistle is my call
and that's for everyone for all
to know who's coming to collect
im worse than the mafia chaotic at best
and on my crip rag a picture of a 40" pawg ass

so when i say jocks are motherfuckers
i mean you are part of the machine
that's turning and turning eternally
at best you're bass bait
ill hook you behind the back plate
fling you into deep waters- lets see if he floats or wades
lets see if this worm got the crip banana
that bitches love- their heads for sure turn
back at my crip rag, that bitch still slug against my ass
nothing on it cleaner that ever maybe something clever
dont never ever disrespect the flag barer

see dude. im like sea food
step too close to this shore and ill beat you
you will become me- formless raw energy
i will consume you
nothing wasted not a penny
im cruising through Towanda nah fuck that- Ttown
bouncing in my 05 chevy buckin it with crown
im swerving- doing moves
this chevy donk is real smooth
im shifting corners in the back- men
this donk is heavy and im bucking it like its a benz
this sheep mentality has got you all played
your chosen come to you served on a plate
what do you do? sacrifical ceremony
that shit is pitiful- worse than a pack of bronies

Jock Slayer

fuck gucci
fuck snoop dogg clothin
yeah i wear king croc pink soda's
pink steppers so you know me
when you see me pumpin gas
check twice cuz that's my ass
with a double diamonded rollex
my big bro bro freak bean always got my back
haven't seen him in 6 years but hey that's that
he's not a porn addict cookie cutter but a beer head
lil bro bro always sippin on beer where he go tho?
out fighting commies and bombers
nothing but a white beater and a rocket launcher
scoopin down low in a mighty helicopter
black shades
wind in his hair
sun on his face
big beamer on his waste
right there sarg i think i see a couple
he swoops up high like a fuckin roller coaster
comes diving straight out the chopper
no parachute just a soldiers mental
wings like an angel
look at my big bro bro! aint he beautiful!
i see him from a far hop on the radio hey you there sarg?
freak bean answers lil bro watch this
im like oh shit aight you got this
pull out my binoculars
had em wresting on my bicepulars
tricepulars burning as i spray dirty reds
dirty towel heads 
supporting ben's ultimate ability
he's nearly there i wonder if he see's me
at the very last second he whips off his shades
looks to his right and winks at me
tears in his eyes im a proud lil bro bro
go get the fight
you better know though
at that last second i threw up a salute crip soulja 


now he's picking up speed
i can see the dirt burning straight off his knees
and just like that head first 
he cracks-
the earth- 
those deadlifts put on bulk
massive explosion
didn't expect it like a mighty white oak
and out of the smoke step out my big bro bro
big barrel chest
hopped on the radio "yo sarg you alright tho?"
he puts on his shades- says "im ok"-
now he's knee deep in the turf
he one shot 3 tanks-
with nothing but his head
im landed now about to get me some bread
earn some respect
the bullets from my big ole browning 
got them terrorists wishing they had never found me
and if there's one thing i can tell you is rip glenn
fuck carl fuck carol
another thing is always have your pahtnah
stay mean
moral of the story
stick with your team

Big Bro Bro

Lyrical genius with bars and flow unfathomable. dare anyone to freestyle battle me too
i supprot blm and crips

Jack Achley

King Croc

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