They call me hip, ‘cause I make ‘em hop.
They call me king, ‘cause I’m always top,
and they call me bingo, ‘cause I’m a G2,
You might have been a G B4 I1, dude,
HIT, I just sunk your battleship,
I’m pretty sure that this song is gonna be a hit,
in the face, no combo breaker,
You should see the look in your eyes when you meet your maker,
make you quiver like an arrow to your bone marrow,
I’ll make you bow down to me as if I was your only pharaoh,
So fresh, so fresh, so fresh 3 times.
I’m so fresh that it took a whole line to say it.
Fresh like febreeze, swag like a hittah,
I’m kinda like cheetos, I get all the chedda,
like whateva dude, you can’t disagree,
I know you follow me and you wanna be me, uh.

You think you’re the big cheese? Push you in the deep freeze,
I’m the one that’s sharp, your girl wants to strip tease,
I guess I’ll have to get these mysteries unwrapped,
I’m all about explorin’ but her chest is full of booby traps,
I’m her hero, feed my ego,
I’m a weirdo? You’re below zero,
That means you’re cold and you’ll prolly get frostbite,
You’re gonna lose a limb if you’re not at my side,
but you might wanna hurry up before my verse ends,
You could rewind it and listen to it again,
But it wouldn’t be the same as the first time through,
Unless you crank it up real loud, the VOLUME.
Get rid of the thermostat, press play on this track,
Go ahead and hit the sack, I’ll be there to play it back,
cryogenic preservation twofold,
OOOOOOOH, you’re out cold.

DEER IN THE HEADLIGHTS YOU ARE FROZE,
WHEN I HIT YOU WITH MY PUNCHLINES, YOU’RE OUT COLD.
BUT MY SPIT CAN BRING YOU BACK, YEAH IT’S ON FIRE.
YOU NEED TO SIMMER DOWN, HERE’S SOME WATER,
32 DEGREES, YEAH YOU’RE GONNA FREEZE,
CRYSTALIZE, AND BREAK INTO MILLIONS OF PIECES,
THEN YOU THAW OUT, AND YOU KNOW I’M A DEMON,
YOU’RE NOT DREAMIN’, CANNIBAL HEATHEN.
BUT I BRING IT BACK, I’LL START TO CALM DOWN.
MELT THROUGH THE TRACK, AND FALL TO THE GROUND,
DON’T SCREAM, I KNOW THAT’S WHAT I’M DOING,
BUT THIS BLOODLUST REALLY NEEDS FULFILLING,
AND YOU’RE ABOUT TO BE SO COLDBLOODED, 
WHEN YOU GET GUTTED AND YOUR INTESTINES GET FLOODED.
HAHA, is that too graphic?
WELL I’M SORRY, I’M USED TO BEING DRASTIC.

You're Out Cold

NOW ON STREAMING SERVICES xD

Shutter Shades, Check.
Skinny Jeans, Check.
Band Tee, Check.
You stupid scene faggot.
High tops, Check.
Studded belt, Check
Weird hair, Check.
You stupid scene faggot.

You stupid scene faggot. x12


You're such a rip-off that you're velcro.
You could invent your own style, but you'd probably fail though.
Just leave it to a scene kid to show you how to do it.
But you're so ignorant that I'll prolly say screw it.
you knew it, when you first saw me
that I just graduated, got a hot degree.
and Yeah that was clever, but here's something better,
together we adventure, I get pleasure from your treasure, uh.
I came to bring the pain but you faggots are insane with
the words you're saying it brings some pain to my brain.
refraining from complaining is something unheard of
ignoring all the warnings like a child in love
with a girl he never gets, so he waits there a bit,
wait I'm talking about you so i'mma quit spittin' 
'bout the key that won't fit, anything you wanna admit?
Like you just got told by this "scene faggot?" UH.

It's a mystery how you think you can step to me.
Have you even seen the scene you stupid drama queen?
I keep undercover, James Bond.
Me and your girl stay covered, having fun.
I make my own beats, and I defeat the elites.
You're so cheesy I wipe your grease off my cleats.
No cheats, but the power's overwhelming.
and I'm so hot I think your girl is melting, and
she dreams of me when she's with you.
She wishes you were a program and had an undo.
curfew, she'll be back by never.
'cause I hate to break it to you, but you're nothing but a hater.
even better that I didn't even have to try to get her
she just rolled on over saying "what would you prefer?"
I said "drop those panties" so I could raid her like a raider.
Lookin' for my condiments like a damn cheese grater.

Stupid Scene F*gg*t [NEW ON SPOTIFY xD]

RAH!
YEAH I SHRIEK AND YOU HIT THE GROUND
EVERYBODY’S RUNNIN’ SCARED IN THIS TOWN,
SPOOKY SCARY SKELETONS 
YOU’LL BE SPOOKY MUSCLE GELATIN 
I HAVE A LOT OF TRICKS, NOT MANY TREATS,
I’M ON A LOT OF TRACKS, DO YOU SMELL MY “FEAT”?
JACK YOUR LANTERN, AND BEAT YOU WITH IT
SEE THIS COSTUME? CAN’T AFFORD IT
YEAH, YEAH, and I know you want the candy,
don’t get angry, cranky baby, I’m a vigilante
Ante up, because I’m going all in,
tear off all your skin, and then I find my friends and do it all again,
When did wearing masks become the coolest thing to do?
It’s like a bunch of maniacs are outside playing scooby doo,
BOO, I’M RIPPING OUT YOUR GUTS AND CARVING YOU A NEW FACE
DO YOU HAVE ALKALOSIS? ‘CAUSE I KNOW YOU FEEL THIS “BASE”
Close the streets down ‘cause it’s a murder scene on halloween,
get the guillotine, head bouncin’ like a trampoline,
Lean Mean infernal Machine, I go off, 
tick tick tick tick tick tick tick BOOM
and the vaccine is sunscreen cause when I spit it’s so hot,
and within time that pumpkin of yours will rot. AHAHAHAHAHAHA

SPOOKY SCARY SKELETONS

Beat produced by Jayreck!
https://soundcloud.com/jayreck

Lyrics:
These cameras in my face,
I only ask why,
Why they wanna chase me,
(Whatchu comin’ at me for?)

Why Am I So Fly?
Why Am I So High?
Why Am I So Loud?
Why Am I So Proud?

These questions are rhetorical, you can call me the oracle,
Your lyrical ideas are terrible you’ll need a miracle,
My “chain-mail’s” durable, but you’ll still copy and paste,
and when this horrible explosion goes off it’ll be a wasteland,
Man, I haven’t even addressed your properly,
Hi, my name is Noah you must be the great flood, overseas
are where my banknotes are, far, far, far away,
but I play ‘em like the orchestra at a show in the bar
but it’s lowered and your stuck playing limbo
all the little kids are lined up just to see the show,
your backbone will break and you’ll fall to the floor,
and maybe a humorous will break to make us roll on the floor (laughing)

Have you ever seen a human heart?
I’m gonna rip it out and tear it apart.
Take a sledge’ to your thoughts, squash those dreams,
Tap into your funds, by me some jeans,
Skinny fit is something you haven’t heard of in your entire life,
Just take a step back and put down that butter knife.
HAHAHA RAISE YOUR HAND BEFORE YOU’RE IN DETENTION
THIS IS MY SCHOOL AND I’M NUMBER ONE (pencilin’)
YOUR NAME INTO MY DEATHNOTE SON,
“UH, LOOKS LIKE ANOTHER HEART ATTACK, HASN’T THERE BEEN A TON?”
HEY THERE BUDDY DON’T BE GETTIN’ DOWN IN BLUES.
IT’S NOT YOUR FAULT THAT YOU’RE GONNA BE IN THE NEWS.
Oh wait, what am I saying it is your fault, and you’re the one who came at me,
But do you think it’s about time that we stopped all this fighting?

Why Am I? (Prod. by Jayreck)

For the mixtape!
Produced by Spence Mills:
http://www.youtube.com/user/SpenceMillsMentals

Lyrics:
Yo, wassup, it’s prototype here,
Fear everything that you’re gonna hear,
I will go with my plans like an engineer,
Building up, highrise, wait is that your fear?
I will BREAK everyone of you, it’s cheaper than the dollar tree,
Make you paraplegic, how you think you gonna step to me?
Wrap you up in bubble wrap now you’re gonna pop.
Get the oven mitt because I’m so hot that i will drop.
Water you doing? Water won’t extinguish me,
I’mma grease fire, and I’m burning up everything.
I’m a sole survivor, give me your kicks,
I wear my adidas like all day I dream about sex,
Sometimes I slip on slip-ons, vans off the wall
like I’m gonna rip off you rip-offs,
and I’ll blow up, but right now I’m in the silo,
So underground I need a depth meter bro,
You do drugs? You couldn’t crack a joke.
and I know there’s other things that you would like to blow.
Get fixed you’re mixed up in the wrong crowd now,
loud bang, POP, you’re going down now,
but not like your girl if you hear what I’m bringing
No doubt that I’ll seer and leave your body hanging.
My mouths a flamethrower, yeah you just guessed it.
‘cause my raps are flames, just try to test it.
Crash test, dummy, you’ll fly out of the windshield,
and you blow so hard I’ll definitely need a windshield.
Wishin’ that you had a quarter for the wishing well,
I would call that irony, just in case you couldn’t tell.
I will push you down the well, where’s lassy at now?
Well, I don’t really know, maybe ask the lost and found.
Don’t be getting all mad just because I get sketchy,
and I’m floating to the top, you can’t even reach me.
OMG, you could probably teach your girl,
how to blow so hard you off set the world,
but don’t worry, I’m atlas, I won’t shrug or struggle,
unless you throw more worlds I’ll shrug then juggle.
Flying through the sky, you’re all below me.
“It’s a bird, it’s a plane!” you couldn’t touch me.
be under my wing? You’ll be under my kingship.
Rule you with an iron fist, screw it, diamond fist.
Bracelets on my wrist, you know I rep it all,
and I’ll prep the best ‘cause they about to fall.
You act like a child and your mother knows she spanks you,
But even when she does it you will never learn just what to do.
Shew fly don’t bother me, I will go across the street,
You will follow me just like you had little chicken feet.
Why did the chicken cross the road? 
To get famous maybe, that’s what I’ve been told.
That’s word on the block, all you haters are in flocks,
You spread like chickenpox, just look at all the little cocks.
Crows feet, I can see it in your eyes,
It’s no surprise that the ugly duckling couldn’t fly,
It’s been a long night, need a red bull ‘cuz.
I’m flying so high I need Icarus,
Phosphorus, I glow in the dark,
and I’m made of iron like my name was Tony Stark,
64 bar verse ‘cause I’m 64 bit.
You’re 16 bit and that’s all you’ll ever get.
It’s getting around the time to wrap it all up,
like trojan, man, it’s getting kinda rough.
It’s kinda tough, I just used all my punchlines,
now it’s gonna take forever to come up with more lines.
I could keep on going if I really needed to,
but a 64 bar verse will just have to do.


No Hooks, Only Punches (One Take)

An entry for MC Chris's foreverrr remix contest!

MC Chris - "Give Up The Ghost" LWYC REMIX

This is for MK Menace's CFC Cypher, which I've been on a couple of times, but this time with college and life stuff, I couldn't make the video deadline. However, here's my verse and here's a link to the video so you can check out the other dope dudes that COULD make a video for it. Static Flow.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dUGx2uxwJuw

Lyrics:
My verse is gonna go over your head if you don’t watch it, ‘cause I’m
killing time with my hands, and they don’t wanna watch it.
I flash the karats on my wrist for bunnies, hippity hoppity,
there’s no time for all the wannabies, i spit on their dead bodies,
and honestly I know that I am getting really good,
and you’re forgetting how to talk now and I think it’s understood,
My fans are racking up like a psychic foreseen casino,
It’s about to wrap up maaaaan; (like a cheese burrito)
It’s just another emo dude thinkin’ he can rhyme,
but you can’t decipher my verse, line after line,
The CFC cypher is a UFC fighter, ‘cause it comes in swingin’
and it leaves you hooked, no pun intended,
The game is unattended, I’mma steal the whole show,
‘cause I’m dope like I steal drugs from the old folks home,
and sometimes my lines can really be a stretch,
like Mr. Fantastic when he has way too much sex,
There’s a top 4 in the scene now and the name is Static Flow,
the last are in the past and you know that they had to go,
if you mess with the best you’ll die like the rest son,
Static electricity straight to your chest, run
just like the pest that I know that you are,
please keep quiet like a rest throughout the whole bar,
shhhhhhhh *whispers* this is all bizzar
how you think you gonna kick it when I hit you with my sports car.

CFC Cypher 5 Verse [Read Description!]

Out now on all streaming services!

***DISCLAIMER***
I wrote this song when I was 15 years old, and never intended it to be my biggest song, and it was NEVER intended to be hurtful or derogatory. The lyrics have always reflected this. 

However, with that being said, no, I do not use the word contained in this song. This is what happens when you grow up being called one, listening to MSI, and are raised in a small town in Kentucky. This song is loved by many and it always irked me that it was OLD as hell, and definitely needed a refresh. The lyrics are as-is, written 13 years ago. It was always supposed to be me who was the SSF. Love ya.

All production done by me.

Stupid Scene F****t (Redux)

I’m a distorted recording good morning nice of you to join me,
I’m just tired of my music always sounding kinda boring,
and I’m going balls out like public indecency,
and my pubic is decent see, it’ll murder your bitch, rest in piece,
“Oh em gee, did he really just say that
I don’t think I ever wanna hear it played back.” Played back,
repeat, repeat, defeat, retreat, where’s your courage at or are you lion on concrete,
retweet, ‘cause you know I’m damn clever man,
Starting fashion with no credit like I lost the cardigan (card again)
It ain’t a tie, you ascot. we can split like bowling pins.
I’m breaking through the walls, need defense, 9/11. 
I’mma bit offensive when I mention sentimental topics, get a little profit,
no i’m not a prophet, but you better watch it, 
‘cause I get it goin then I move it then I never wanna stop it so I build it and support it like	I have my very own child.
Divorced the rap game it’s already been filed.
(GOOOO! /stutterpart)
MOVE TO THE SIDE IF YOU WANNA SURVIVE,
I’MMA BONAFIDE KILLER, COOLER THAN CHEWIN FIVE,
ICE CUBES, YEAH, I CAN GET A LITTLE KINKY,
I START WITH YOUR HANDS AND THEN I BREAK OFF YOUR PINKY,
THEN THEE BASS, 		HITS YOUR FACE
MAKES YOU PRAY FOR THE DAY YOU CAN SAY YOU WERE OKAY.
I DON’T CARE I’M DONE
I’LL KEEP WRITING TIL I’M NOT HAVING FUN.

It’s time for a change, I’ve been saying that for too long,
After this song, it’s all uphill, so you can tag along,
Your children will talk about me for centuries, just wait and see,
Remember me, I cannot rest until there is no peace.

Peace.

Distortion

A song I was featured on that isn't on SoundCloud anymore!

Dot Dot Curve - "TenThirtyOne" Ft Richard Pell & Laugh While You Can

Hey baby, you forgot to build this tomb before I’m dead,
and i gotta get you out of my head,
These psychedelic dreams have a hold on me,
some things are better left unsaid. (Hey baby)
You want me, but don’t need me,
You need him, just leave me,		
You want me, but don’t need me,
You need him, so leave me,
(you don’t need me you don’t need me)

I was stupid to think that I could save you.
If you won’t miss me then I won’t miss you too.
I don’t know what I did to deserve this.
Tell me it gets easier.

Hey baby, I know I can’t change your mind,
but there’s something off here if you can’t even cry,
You look through your dirtied mirror with your crusted over eyes,
and you realize that no amount of makeup covers up your lies.
It must be easier when you’re the one to call the shots,
It’s a shame that it’s a shot in the dark, doll.
Karma is a bitch and my revenge will be sweet,
When I said you were out of my league, I really meant above me.
Ohhhhh
That may have been a Low Blow, I don’t even Know Though,
I didn’t even talk about pants.
Noooooo,
Now I’m ridin’ solo, I’m livin’ in slo-mo,
I didn’t have a final dance,
but it’s all good bro, I try to keep it clean,
I would wipe off your nose though, I think you left somethin’ on her cheek, EEK!

It’s easy to twist the truth when you speak of your own sins,
no this wasn’t mutual, they’ve all seen how I’ve been,
it will happen again, pushing back is in your careless nature,
it’s a common occurrence, and now I’ll see it coming later,
If all of this came outta the blue,	 that can explain my fucked up hue,
If you’re so pure and chromatic, then I’m the furthest thing from you.
Your insatiable lust has blinded you from what you needed,
A home in my arms away from all of the nightmares that you treated,

Runaway Rockets - "Time's Up (Hey Baby)" [Demo]

It’s Laugh While You Can and I’m back on the track,
like a locomotive owner cleaning out the odor on a stack,
I leave my change in my pocket for my money laundering,
I grab your arm, I go for broke, I make a slaughtering,		
	I strike it rich, bitch, I don’t need your two cents 		
If you start to snitch, I’ll go over the fence,				
No offense, but	this music? It’s not for the faint of heart, 
originality has never been on the chart.
(originality has never been on the chart)


Could imitation be the most sincerest form of flattery?
You’re hiding in your camoflauge, I can see your mimicry.
When you look at me, do you see what you wanna to be?
Another thirty emcees fallout from the debris,
Could imitation be the most sincerest form of flattery?
You’re hiding in your camoflauge, I can see your mimicry.
When you look at me, do you see what you wanna to be?
Another thirty emcees fallout from the debris,

I know you copy that, you’re a stupid copycat,
and you’re such a pussy that, (getchur food from the trap)
	You wouldn’t wanna byte the hand that feeds you dumbass,
‘cause I’ll cut you off so fast you’ll be falling into last, now
Now 	what can I do to maybe prove that I’m the best that’s ever done it.
You’re on my back, as a matter of fact you could probably say that I am haunted
There is no 	pun intended, ghost followers really blow,.
You post a video and no one even watches it bro.
but that’s okay you’ll jack a style and a flow that’s not yours.
leave originality tied up back home behind closed doors,
(high) How the hell do you expect to blow up doing what someone else is doing you wonder why we snoozin’ but you’re not bringing anything new to the motherfuckin’ table.
I don’t even know anymore, I’m not able to 	
make sense out of any of this, there’s
no name dropping, no metaphors, your music is shit. (god damn)


Mimicry [CRUNKCORE 2016]

Crunkcore, a genre, ravished by the influx of mediocrity. There’s a savior in the distance, a sparkle in the darkness, heartless artists try to have the next largest audience, but they miss one thing, a burning passion in the scene, a following of teens. They try to sell the music to them like they’re unaware of what is happening. They don’t need dumbed down artists, they need passionate artists. That’s where I come in, and I won’t stop until I’m on top of this scene.

Gimme that snare, gimme that kick,
All the crunk kids will think I’m sick, now
Gimme that hair, gimme those clothes, I’m
Itching for something a little more bold, (NOW!)
Woah, Hold up, woah, please take this seriously,
If you follow me, then you can see, that this could be, what you need.

Crunk, check,
Core, check,
Amateurs, check, and they,
Hate, check,
What I’ve made, check,
in the bank, check,
need a mic, check,
need a mic, check,
I’ve been in the scene for too damn long,
I’ve seen all the hate, I’m about to fly off,
I better back off now or I’m gonna lose it, 
Needa getta grip and step back just a little bit, 
You’ve made the genre what it is, 
So how you gonna talk this shit, (shhh)
And tell all these kids to just let it die,
It’s coming back you can’t deny it,
Ha, the fans are asking for the return,
	Ha, don’t go and get your feelings hurt,
	Ha, when you’re left back in the dirt,
Don’t be askin me just how to be relevant while I keep it scene,
If the genre is dead then I’m gonna resurrect it,
But without the stupid lyrics and gimmicks I’ll just correct it,
A new age of crunk is upon us, the scene kids are grateful,
If you’re out of the scene now then you shoulda stayed faithful.

Gimme that snare, gimme that kick,
All the crunk kids will think I’m sick, now
Gimme that hair, gimme those clothes, I’m
Itching for something a little more bold, (NOW!)
Woah, Hold up, woah, please take this seriously,
If you follow me, then you can see, that this could be, what you need.

A message to haters that had thought I would have stopped by now,
I’m aiming for the top, so you can climb on board or get ran down,
My mind is set and there’s no way that you can stop this ride,
Even for a minute, I’mma keep this train going and I’mma run it to the ground so you better run and hide,
And now a message for the fans for a fourth wall break,
If you like the sound you hear you better make your body shake,
Gotta download this song and put it on your phone,
And play it for your friends don’t be stayin’ home all alone,
All these other artists need to try to focus on their etiquette,
relate to the audience to try to stay relevant,
Hating on the scene isn’t helping anybody,
if you’re an oldschool fan, turn back into an oddity 

And just
Laugh While You Can.

"CALLING ALL SCENE KIDS" - CRUNKCORE 2016

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_d1Rn4iKGzQ

It’s twenty-sixteen and this kid is on my screen, (why?) 
With the jeans (genes) so clean he could turn his kids scene, (xD)
I thought this got erased with that MySpace place,
But he’s gotta straight-face, I guess I’ll just embrace,
The cringe from the clothes, he dresses like a lady, 
I’mma Hot Topic, when I wanna be baby,
And Everyday is Halloween; the way I keep it freak,
You can hate me all you want but my style: on fleek.

(I got) bands for the bands that I want to rep,
glands on your hands will start to sweat,
“I don’t wanna get down with this kid,
But dammit I’ll admit this rap is sick,
I gotta get away, I don’t do it everyday, but the way that he slays doesn’t fitta cliche,
I needa find a way, to make it ok, to like this music, but it’s so gay!”

takes five minutes just to put on these jeans,
	but those five minutes will have your girl on her knees.
She will like the way I look, ha, I guarantee it.
I don’t mean to be a homewrecker I’ll take ya to Ikea,
Be the man you wanna be, not the one that’s following,
All the stupid ass trends, you can take a note from me,
Omg, yo, less than three,
If crunk is dead I won’t let it rest in peace.
Ha!
 
I got the messy hair and it makes everybody stare, but it takes more than just a glare, to make me even want to care, and if you want to join the fun then it has only just begun, so you can see the resurrection of the scene. I’m your obsession, I’m the king.

Scene Kid RAPS! [Video in the Description!]

You can purchase this track over at my BandCamp! 

(Hook: LWYC)
You are stuck in my head, I need a different melody,
‘Cause every time I’m with you, it’s like I need therapy,
I know you want me, I know you do,
Stop playing girl, don’t be rude,
I am filled with ecstasy, and you are filled with jealousy,

(Verse 1: LWYC)
Girl, I know you do,
Come on over, don’t be rude,
I don’t mean to be that guy,
But I can’t help it, not tonight,
And this may seem problematic,
touch your thigh, I got to grab it.
So dramatic, and ecstatic,
hit a homerun, I’ve had practice,
Listen,	I got this down to a science now,
Me and you ain’t nothin’ but mammals so let’s go around town,
Get that crown, you love this sound, 
your new guy is a dumbass clown,
Oops, did I say that out loud?
Now I gotta say it in front of a crowd,

And I can take it back, take it real far back,
To the time that you were on my sack,
Fact check, 	did I ever have a gat or attack mattera fact rat a tat tat
You’re whack bitch and you’ll get smacked so hard walmart will feel the rollback,
God, I don’t even care,
If you get me going then bitch beware,

(Verse 2: Jon Jumper)
I think she's misleading
Got my mind thinking
But by the she's winking
I think I'll stop drinking

Is it obvious
Cuz I still don't know
Is it a counterfeit
Prescription overdose

She likes the fast life
That don't mean shit to me
Name up in bright lights
Now I can barely see

You want the money baby
You better take it all
Cuz I'd pay anything
To get to watch you fall

She said that cutting up these drugs makes her feel alright
She told me stories like a profit from last night

She said that she's not like the rest
I get that a lot
She said that I do it the best
Now I don't wanna stop

Therapy! (Ft. Jon Jumper of UKMG)

I hit ‘em with the left one, hit ‘em with the right,
All the stupid haters can’t put up a fight
No, no,		when you see me in the night,
It’ll be a sight what a fright, turn off the lights, (ya)
Gonna 		knock your 	lights 	out, (wooo!)
Gonna 		knock your 	lights 	out,
Gonna 		knock your 	lights 	out,
I don’t wanna hear it, gonna knock your lights out. maaaaaan

Your face is all bruised,
You’re lookin’ abused, you must be so confused,
huh, you woke up on pavement,
I asked who you were you didn’t know what your name is,
You’re just nameless, I’m gonna be famous,
I’m not down with the fakeness, goodness gracious,
Listen to this greatness, spit,
This will be my next big hit,
And with this jab I got you hooked,
Party so lit my goose is cooked,
Prepare yourself for this slaughter,
You think you’re tough, my laugh goes harder,

When will you get it through your stupid head?
Crunk isn’t dead, crunk crunk isn’t dead.
When will you get it through your stupid head?
Crunk isn’t dead, crunk crunk isn’t dead.

Go to sleep, I don’t need, anybody tellin’ me, how to live my life, when I’m livin’ my fantasy,
Golly gee, willikers, I’m killin’ all the villagers, runnin’ for the gold like a old time pillager,
Listeners are you ready for the finisher?
Got mortals wanting more than combat, I’m about to finish her.
You’re an amateur, a stupid little noob,
You started beef with me and now you’re in the soup, OOPS
MIDDLE FINGERS UP!
EVERYBODY THROW ‘EM UP!
SCENE KIDS, CRUNK KIDS, 
YOU KNOW THAT YOU LOVE THIS!

Ay yo, we goin’ break it down now for a second,
I want everybody in the place to stand up,
I meant that, 
STAND UP.

STAND UP, GET UP,
STAND UP, GET UP,
STAND UP, GET UP,
EVERYBODY GET UP.

STAND UP, GET UP,
MIDDLE FINGERS TO THE SKY
STAND UP, GET UP,
TELL A HATER THEY CAN DIE,
STAND UP, GET UP,
MIDDLE FINGERS TO THE SKY
STAND UP, GET UP,
TELL A HATER THEY CAN DIE.

Lights Out

I said night night
caused a fight right?
Was it worth it?
highly doubt it.

Leave that petty garbage in the trash,
I know I’m the reason you always gettin’ real mad,
And i feel a hundred, percent,
A dollar for every time that my time was well spent,
The future is so bright that the sight kinda hurts my eyes,
And the past would never last and it was also full of lies,
So kick it to the side, you wanna ask me why?
Like you got the nerve to chalk up to a sense of pride,
I laugh at the thought and applaud at your behavior,
No matter what you got, what you thought, I’ll see you later,
You may think you’re safe, like you got in your shell,
...I’ll see you in hell.

Out of Your Hands

(Verse 1: LWYC)
I’m up to pitch, the other rappers flinch, when I tell ‘em that the flow blows,
And I flip the tricks, and they suck the dicks, then I tell ‘em that they gotta go,
And I tell your bitch, I gotta scratch to itch, and now she in my humble abode,
It’s always better a la mode, don’t you know, we be livin’ on a rocky road.

(Hook: LWYC)
Wait a minute,
Just a minute,
Now i’m in it,
Gonna win it,
Don’t be stupid,
I can do it,
Other rappers can’t be fluid,

(Verse 2: MK Menace)
Wait a minute; I'm in it and brought the back up,
I'm, back winnin', won't give in to match the back ups.
I'm, still with it, to finish and get my pin, it's,
Like a sin, I'm in the fittin', dimish the other whack cuts.

I'm, not givin',
Definitive is the pack sound.
Breakin' apart the medics,
And ethics, I tend to act out.

Blacked out.
Ready to fuck this game out from the back now.
I never intended my vision to be like the villians,
I'm with Barrack now.

You better wait a minute,
I'm about to split this game in two.
You better wait a minute,
I'm turnin' this beat to black and blue.

You better wait a minute.
I just never understood your rules.
If you want to make this music,
Be the truth. We ain't fools.

You better wait a minute.
This is not the answer that you seek.
This is more about the future,
This won't happen in a week.

You better wait a minute.
Cuz I'm 'bout to lose it on this tool.
This a new year and I promise,
You won't want it with the crew.

(Chorus)

(Verse 3: LWYC)
You already waited 2 minutes, 43,
Seconds, my records are resonating with the teens,
And The sound is so wild that you can’t keep up,
(should I turn it up?) Yeeeeah, all the way up, (‘cause i’m)
Keepin’ it relevant  and that shit is just my tendency,
Competitive, metaphor, and i’m hot gotta book of recipes, (yo!)
(yo),	I can murder with my flow,
like winter to the crows.
And I’m the winner of the contest, I’m the best I guess and I’mma rep the scene until my death,
And that’s more than you could say when they look at my grave it’ll be an expiration date,
‘Cause the scene dies with me, all you other phonies shouldn’t shit where you eat,
Now it’s time to reheat, and stop with the pettiness that made the scene obsolete,

Wait A Minute ft. MK Menace

Smooth Sailing [Redux]

About A Thousand (You're A Bitch) (feat. Nitrah Neon)

Chasing phantom dreams that were always about you,
I can’t even think, I’m lost in this world without you,
I must have fucked something up, you don’t love how you used to,
That sparkle in your eye is gone, and I don’t know what I’m supposed to do,
 
I wasn’t good with words, and I’m worse at goodbyes,
But the thing that hurts the most is that true love can fucking die,
The future wasn’t bright before you entered my life,
Now the only source of light is one I can’t see with my eyes,
 
I’m so heartbroken that I can’t be mad anymore,
I don’t have the energy to pull away from the storm,
I was in a bigger city but my dreams were in your hands,
you only wanted the city, and to not hold my hands again,
 
When I laid in bed with you everything was perfect,
and I can’t even sleep without my stomach feeling sick,
You broke me and I will never be the same,
and I swear to god on everything I won’t forget your name,
At least those years of my life are decent memories,
But that doesn’t matter when the future has no clarity,
 
I couldn’t even speak the word “forever” for years,
I finally said it and it fell flat upon your ears,
 
You told me I was clingy and you needed to catch your breath,
Well how the fuck can you do that with someone who smokes cigarettes,

Runaway Rockets - "Tunnel Vision" (demo)

sample: the ink spots & ella fitzgerald - making believe

I don’t know what kinda life you’ve been livin in
Do you think you have to take all that medicine?

All i know is that I hope to god you’re fitting in, and even though my love is gone I pray that you can fall again, look,

Tell yourself you’re better off without me, but without me, family is all you got, wait,
That was my bad
They’re gone, vanished, you were left in the dust,
But keep your head up baby, even bad people deserve some love,

Even if it’s fake, I don’t wanna date, I don’t wanna wake up this sore anymore,
It must’ve been fate, three months too late, is anybody trynna keep score anymore,
I’m not, I haven’t been for some time now,
There’s no point reminiscing, it’s a blessing that I’m still awake somehow,

Liquor can’t drown everyone of my demons,
But I’m gonna keep on trying to defend all my reasons,
Unavailable, the veil is pulled, and I’mma dirty animal,
It’s laughable that we were not compatible in the slightest,
Right? Nah fuck that noise,
You and I both know better, I was second choice,
I was castaway, and then I lost my way, then I talked to myself ‘til I lost my voice,

Make Believe

Go on get up outta my face, ‘cause I’ll burn the bridge.
not even up for debate, ‘cause I’ll burn the bridge.
I don’t really care what you make, ‘cause I’ll burn the bridge
Yeah, I’mma burn the bridge, lemme hear you try to bitch.



Little tiny bitches lookin’ down on me,
But I’mma make it to the top and push ya ass outcha seat.
I’m undefeated and I mean it I’m about to pop off,
If a bitch is on the rag, get her drunk, molotov,
Mazel Tov, in my loft, why you trynna stay soft,
If it’s one on one you know I’m about to rip your face off,
Go get curb stomped while I’m sippin’ burb’, cough
In your face all you smell is the menthol,
Tired of the scene, tired of the drama,
Wanna get alone time and maybe score with yo mama,
My bad my bad, I go a little off the rails,
Lemme flip a quarter so I get head or tail,

Crush the competition I’m the straw that breaks a camel's back,
Imagine that, a little white boy became the biggest act,
Matter of fact, stop, glock, rattatat, pop pop,
Smokin’ so much green that I match with the backdrop,
You a wack job, joke ya broke bloke go,
To a dojo ya flow is so slow,
This ghost is much colder than you, ya know part of the new
Dream team I mean, not any harder to do,
I beat beats to pieces, it’s a part of my thesis,
Believe it, it’ll take ‘em years just to reach this
Huge shout out to Jesus, I’m so facetious 
Who else would I thank for this gifted penis.

Burn the Bridge

Burn The Bridge

Produced by: Laugh While You Can, hit me up for instrumentals.

(You’re caught up in the past,)
You are caught up in the past, you keep replaying all those moments but you knew it wouldn’t last,
(You did this to yourself, )
You did it to yourself, continue crying but there’s nothing you can do to help,
(You can pray to god,)
You can pray to god but I’m the one that’s in your face and I’m exploiting your facade.
(I’m gonna give you hell,)
I’m gonna give you hell when all is said and done you’ll wish that there was anything else,


Get the fuck up, this is now my day,
I don’t give a shit about the games we play,
Those lies you say, those hearts you break,
It doesn’t really matter to me anyway,
‘Cause a bitch ain’t shit, gotta list my clique,
Wipin’ sweat off my brow and the fish off my dick,
You came from the clickbait, at this rate,
You dumb motherfuckers have to hear what I say,
Okay, I may, have, went a little far for you
You pray, everyday what is God to do,
Just stay, a-way, I spray astray, obey my every command bitch,
She try to go down I tell her stay on her toes,
I hit it for a month and then I leave her for the crows,
So, 22 bitches and a set of three, you have an extra chromosome if you wanna fuck with me.

Benji, The Lurker - "Fasad"

Benji!
Ya know I’m in deep,
Been labeled as a creep,
Since a little baby boy,
Rah
Never ever sleep,
Cable shows on repeat
Never played with toys,
But now I’m just a monster,
Every other day is a battle with my conscious,
Can I ever stop this, maybe, but it all starts today with this destiny baby,
Now all the other artists wanna get up on this cock now,
Gotta strat to set back and watch it all from the top down,
Enemies to me have always been a little flattering,
I climb the ring, diamond, then I set up for a fuckin’ knockdown on your ass you bitch
Ay,
Gonna wanna come-up to scratch this itch,
I’m on the fritz, poppin’ off again,
I only fuck with bitches from a nine to ten, ahahaha
Ay,
Nah but seriously,
Nine to ten is what pays your salary
You wanna battle me 
I give you five seconds for a fuckin fatality,
Wrong combination, one more fuck up to come face-to-face with,
So you can just quit, run home, tell your momma I was talkin’ shit,

Now, 
You wanna fly free,
Before you tell me why,
You gotta fly free,
Leave me on the ground,

Benji, The Lurker - "Fly Free" (prod. cole the king)

[Intro]
Yup! Three 6 Mafia!
CrunkCore Mix, let's go!

[Chorus]
Lolli lolli lolli lolli, let me see you pop that body
Lolli lolli lolli lolli, let me see you pop that body
Chocolate lolli, cherry lolli
'Nilla lolli, pink lolli
Red hot, red hot
Red hot hot
Let that lolli pop - oooooooh; let that lolli pop - oooooooh
Let that lolli pop - oooooooh; let that lolli pop - oooooooh

[Verse 1]
Now lawdy lawdy lawdy (lawdy) please Lord have some mercy (mercy)
This girl is throwin Judy (Judy) I think she 'bout to hurt me (hurt me)
See she went front to back (back) then she went side to side (side)
I'm throwing blanky jankies (jankies) I think I need a ride (ride)
One pocket full of pills (pills) and a little bag of that cola (cola)
The other one full of weed (weed) and a semi auto pistol-a (tol-a)
See I ain't no dancin dude (dude) but I can lean like a cholo (cholo)
See mama you go with me ‘cause I can’t be going home solo (solo)
YDG?

[Chorus]

[Verse 2]
They call me the Juice when I'm at strip club	
I put down a hundred or a du-uh-uh-uhhhb
It don't matter to a player I'm a stu-uh-uh-uhhhd
Cause when I leave the club I'ma fu-uh-uh-uhhhck
You can ride with the mayne if he givin up the brain
Little scared to ride wit'cha I don't even know your name
There's a whole lotta room in the front of the Range
Like Barack Obama said yeah it's time for a change
Pull over on the roll on the back seat (back seat)
Pop that body now you got me (got me)
You a fine chick kinda classy (classy)
Said her name was Ten now I'm grabbin (grabbin)
Cuz she got grip on the whip
With her big round booty with the silicone tits
She bouncin on my lap and she tryin to unzip.
I whispered in her ear "Yeah (It's Hard For a Pimp)"

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
All my ladies with a body, put yo' hands in the URR
Youse a good lookin hottie, put yo' hands in the URR
Prototype, lookin for a model, poppin that booty, I'ma pop bottles
Your girl's a cutie, know she gargles, don't get me wrong, I keep them hollows
Shorty hot, watch her rock, now let me see that lolli pop
Body rock, don't you stop, I love the way that booty drop
Sideways, front back, up and down I like that
Cherry lolli, chocolate lolli, I wanna see you pop that lolli

[Chorus]

Lolli Lolli (Pop That Body) [Three 6 Mafia Cover]

I don't know what project this is, probably a new one. I'm not too great at singing, but that won't stop me from trying. Love you guys. New music sometime soon.
___________________________
I’m a sucker for letting you go
But I’m hoping you’ll come back home
I’m glad to be a stepping stone
If it means you get the life.

Memories fade,
I only want what lies beneath.
In the shade,
I’m watching color die, like the leaves.
I need to move on and collect my things,
But you move too fast, you move too fast.
If all of this came out of the blue,
That can explain my fucked up hue,
If you’re so pure and chromatic
Then I’m the furthest thing from you.
Try again, cry again,
I’ve lost sight again.

Stepping Stone (demo)

idk if i'll finish this, but here it is. mostly just a test of making this genre of music.

Rockstar Post Malone Cover (demo)

She’s in love with me,
She played carefully
You’re out of my league,
You’re just a fever dream.

Bitch you had a weak week,
Didn’t have to dig deep,
Found out you were cheating when I saw you in that cheap jeep,
I told you when we broke up, wouldn’t date again,
Didn’t say anything about fuckin’ all your friends,
Got passed around my friend group like a fuckin’ blunt, dumb cunt don’t front
The storm has passed over and I just woke up
Let me spill the tea real quick when I get sick 
Chamomile cannot keep me calm over dumb shit,
I feel like an idiot thinkin’ you would stay with me
On my birthday, didn’t spend a day with me,
I know now, who you really are inside,
You go down, on every other guy that’s nice,
This ghost town, makes me wanna end my life,
But that’s fine I can find another girl tonight

Do ya trust me? When I know nothing?
About any mistakes I made, the past was pain I paid
The price for a future with you, and it fades away, I had a date with fate
But she cheated,
Just like they always do, 
I’ve been slamming 100 proof.
Down and turning up the blue,
Every time I think of you,
Thought we got past that
Gimme my time back,
Never can I catch a break I knew that it would fall flat
Givin’ up my vices for a day without an argument,
I tried to stop my smoking but you know that I’m an herbalist.
I’ve had about enough with the verbal abuse,
Don’t use anxiety as a fuckin’ excuse
I thought I had given up a long time ago,
But ya put me right back to being alone.

Fever Dream

Staring
At my
Phone
I want to
Take you
Home
You want to be
Left a
Lone
I want to
Take you
Home

Nah fuck that,
You don’t know me like that
doesn't work like that,
(I’m just here to hear you flirt.)
You don’t even know my middle name
Give your heart to cause me pain,
Here to stay like coffee stains
On your favorite shirt.
I know I’m always faded that’s because it’s complicated
You don’t wanna know my past it will only make you hurt.
I may not be alone after but I am my own disaster
Mind speaking monotone through a fuckin’ megaphone.
	And that’s fine,
I can live with it,
Every single minute that I wasted I regret it I admit it I was happy once,
I really mean once.
I’m not convinced that it even happened to begin with
Looking at your face,
I can see signs,
Stop fucking lying and trying to blur the lines,
I have a hard enough time with my lack of depth perception,
I don’t need hate and affection to try to keep me guessing, bitch

Splash in the ocean,
Just one of your emotions

original beat: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pdYJtRBPlTw

Home (prod. Lee)

remix for mc chris' "mc chris is good music remix contest"

was going to make multiple remixes, may still do that, but this one took up all of my time so it's the only official submission for the contest.

art by my brother, hmu if you need his services. samples from atari pitfall.

lots of love <3

mc chris - "pitfall" LWYC REMIX

Contact:
laughwhileyoucancollabs@gmail.com


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New Instrumental Channel! :
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