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

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 (Rerecorded!)

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)

If you wanna ride to fame you better stop now,
The only ride you gonna get is on my dick really quick, POW.
There went your mind when you listen to my verse
do you need a nurse, better yet, call a hearse,
I dunno what’s worse, the fact I was first,
I beat you to the punchline like it’s prom, thirst.
I can quench the hunger with my words on beet.
bust the track like it’s final destination take a seat,
Do you even know who you’re messing with dog?
Harder than frogger trying to jump on the logs,
Demolition in here, the place is gonna blow,
When I step into the building everybody’s like woah!
I explode your eardrums with screams so loud,
Ratatatat on the snare, GET DOWN!
Bones start shaking and flesh starts melting,
Not that healthy to start smelling,

Chorus:
Lights on, music blasts,
I don’t have time for these autographs,
I’m moving too fast, reached stardom at last,
and you know that I will never start to topple and crash, (down.)

and now,
I’m moving to the top and no one else can ride me,
It’s a easy thing to do when there’s nothing but an empty street,
now, and now,
I’ll take over the world when they hear my beats,
They’ll remember my name when you’re all obsolete.

I’M SHINING BRIGHT LIKE A FALLEN STAR LIGHT
BUT I WON’T FALL OFF UNTIL YOU’RE OUT OF SIGHT, PSYCH,
I’M STILL THE BRIGHTEST STAR IN THE SKY; I’M SIRIUS
YOU OTHER FAGGOTS CAN BE MY WATER BOY, AQUARIUS.
Twinkle, Twinkle little star,
how did I know that you wouldn’t get far?
You may think you’re in the game but you’re already gone,
Unable to move forward like a blocked in pawn,
Saying that I’m good and I have a nice flow,
but “I don’t know what I’m doing when it comes down to it though”
Say that to the crowd that’s cheering my name,
Laugh While You Can is gettin’ all the fame.


There’s a reason why I’m on top,
No acrophobia, and I won’t stop,
You hear my sound, and you’re speechless,
you should get down, before I bomb this


and i know that I’m atomic, ‘cause my words are very toxic,
it is creepin’ and it’s crawlin all the way down to the bottom,
of your spirit and your doctrine, you feel it and then you’re coughin’
there’s no option you’re not stoppin’ what I’ve gotten I’m not fallin’

Stardom (Starstrukk)

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)

Lookin’ like a weirdo, peeking through your window,
There’s no emotions here, can you tell me how it feels though?
I never sleep, I never stop, I never bleed, I never drop,
I stay sketchy, yeah, I get sketchy,
I keep it on the down low, (so you don’t even know)
What I’m doing when I leave to go explode a show, oh,
Listen to my mad flow, (Lend an ear like Van Gogh)
I stay sketchy, yeah I get sketchy,

Oh, hello, welcome to my master plan tonight,
Would you be so kind as to keep that light off, it’s bright, and I don’t like to be in sight.
Inside, outside, it’s really all the same scenery,
It’s a shame, I keep my hoodie up like I’m the one to blame, let’s agree
I’m undefeated, and this arena has emcees that have waited a long time to
drop bombs in their songs, I call it North Korea,
I feel yuh, maaaan, okay maybe I don’t.
The only thing I feel is what your girl is doing with her throat,
huhhuh sex jokes, that’s real original,
It’s not my fault she comes to me with emotions, I be feelin’ em.
Grillin all you posers like I’m Billy Mays (SLIDERS!) 
Givin’ all you tokers cherries, really blazed (LIGHTERS!)
It’s a joint investigation with  me and my bad side,
It’s getting really sketchy and you know you can’t try to hide.
I will find you, and you better be ready,
‘cause after this I’ll be celebrating, HA throwing confetti,

I’m sketchy like a pad and my marker is feeling like bleeding 
through all of you cheating sneaking peeks as I’m out in the world
teaching freaks how to get it on, I mean on, I MEAN I MEAN ON.
I be the guru, be the master, I’mma catch ‘em all, 
I poke your mom and then her daughter,
It’s okay I think she’s hotter,
I slaughter my own beats, and I’m not even a farmer,
Is this getting weird yet? Do I need to break the fourth wall?
Hello to the audience  listening to my song.
NERVOUS YET? WELL YOU BETTER BE,
I MAKE HUNDREDS LIKE CENTIPEDES,
MENTALLY FOCUSED, NOTICE I’M POTENT,
Opponents shops might be closin’
THE MOMENT YOU NOTICED THAT ALL THE OTHER ARTISTS ARE BOGUS,
IS WHEN YOU REALLY REALIZED I WAS CAUSING A RUCKUS
“Uncle, UNCLE!” You scream very loudly, just as Noah da Prototype
rips off your arm and throws it to play catch, right,
I would call it an amputee beatdown, ‘cause I’m not that clever.
I guess you could call it a arms race if you think that that’s better,

Get Sketchy

Remix of Wario & Waluigi - Oddwin and Tablez for the jus hav fun vol 2 remix contest.

First upload in about 5 years <3 Thanks for sticking around.

I did.. uh... run out of time for sure on this one. Only worked on it for about one day but I am pretty happy with it.

Wario & Waluigi [LWYC Remix]

jus hav fun vol 2 remix contest [LWYC REMIX]

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

This is basically the announcement track for a joint mixtape-EP titled "50/50" with me and MK Menace. Enjoy!

The original song is "All That" by Dillon Francis Ft. Twista & The Rejectz)

LWYC & MK Menace - "Feel The Hound"

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)

The Party One (ft. MK Menace)

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 don’t wanna be an artist, can you tell me where the art is,
I have too much trouble getting home if that is where my heart is.
Yo, yo, and even at my hardest,
There’s a problem with my lyrics they are just the farthest from the truth,
But that’s just how it goes,
I’m rubbin’ elbows with every foe that I know,
And even if my slow flow turns allegro (woah)
My work will always be so unsatisfactory yo!

I put in work, thirty hours a week,
But everything I make just turns out weak,
And even this beat coulda been made better,
(Even this beat coulda been made better,)
Back in the day I tried to be what I’m not,
Creativity was silenced by a quiet gunshot,
I’m a riot, won’t stop, ‘til you buy it, goes pop,
Let’s go on a ride, stressed out on TØP
People say my screams is what is holding me back,
But the fact, is that, it’s the thing I have a knack for,
Roar,	 how would it be core?
If your throat isn’t sore pretending to be a dinosaur,
“Ex Dee” you don’t have enough vaseline to fit in skinny jeans,
the scene teens and emo queens, on my team,
Whore, (ahahahaa) (If I am your goals you can study the score.)

Why am I unsatisfied with everything
I, I try, to be the best, be like the rest,

Humor Me

Unsatisfied [DEMO]

sample from the bunny the bear - "c'est pas si loin"

rip chris hutka, I always said you had a voice of an angel, so you will fit in nicely <3

Heavy Hearts (C'est Pas Si Loin Remix)

Hammer this, hammer that, i made your bitch stammer, flat
Nails in the jail, you’re gonna need a guard for that ass,
Not so fast, gonna crash, didn’t need this couch right?
Actually fuck yo’ couch, cushion for the pushin’ right?
Nananana boo boo, I hit a homer, woo-hoo,
I wanna know who knew I’m just a little coocoo,
But that’s coo’ coo’, i just kinda wanna cutchu
I’m the fuckin’ walrus baby, wanna feel my tusk through you?
one time for the coo-coo bird,
If you a piece of shit you’re a doo-doo turd.
Absurd. Sorry. I kinda stopped trying.
Everytime I start all these bitches start crying. Hey,

Now U Fucked Up (Prod. Slick Ross)

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

(Abandon all) trust,
forget about us, 
I know that you’ll see, 
soon enough, 		I’m the one you need.

Memories, of you and me, 
here I thought, that we got (got)  lost at sea,
What a tragedy, that you had a spotlight. It was bright enough to show the whole world my dark side,
I digress, ‘cause the moon gives me peace,
My mind is in my chest, the silver spoon cracked my teeth,
So this poor boy didn’t get his just desserts.
I’m never getting close again because it hurts.

(our) Hands touch, and we blush, the rush of serotonin makes our thoughts hush.
Tired of the arguments, when we have spent our time not knowing what the future meant.
My mind is everywhere and nowhere all at once, I can’t think.
I only fall asleep when the thoughts are drowning me, and I sink,
into a place where my sense is dulled numb, and bleak.
My hands are shaking more and I reek of nicotine,
That’s because lately my health is just a waste of energy.

Runaway Rockets - Rush

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

In my mind, all you’ll find, shattered glass of memories,
In my mind, all the time, broken bones of enemies,
Drop it in, in my wine, so I don’t feel a thing,
I’m committed to the feeling and I’m feelin’ like a fuckup
So please give me anything that fucks me up, NOW

Fuck Up or Fuck Off (bitch)

I don’t even know where my pulse at. (pulse at)
You can bend it over for the throwback. (throwback)
Arched and their parched I’m just trynna get these bitches toetagged.
Takin’ pictures with a kodak. (slow down)
Lemme get a flash of that ass ‘fore I take it (take it)
There be hella motherfuckers wanna see me naked, (naked)
Look me up and down do you like what you see ‘cause I dress to impress everybody who’s a freak
And I mean I’m a king and a fiend to the beat,
Look at all these drugs take a ride with me
(And I mean I’m a king and a fiend to the beat,
Look at all these drugs take a ride with me,)
Talkin’ lean cuisine, with the tainted meat,
Puttin’ weed in the motherfuckin’ brownie, B.
And that’s it, kick back and enjoy the blues,
We can all be artists with our fucked up hues (ah)

Benji, The Lurker - "Sound Condition" (prod. cole the king)

produced by laugh while you can

Double-cross me, I’mma leave you crucified,
Throw your body in the sea lemme see you drink the tide,
Feel the waves on your face when you start sinkin’ under,
I gotta taste for blood, wash it down with salt water,
Gotta million different things that I’d like to do,
But I wouldn’t wanna do it with the likes of you,
Go away keep away I don’t want you here,
When I think about you I wanna disappear,
But I fear that a mere split-second decision,
Will bring upon the end of us, an armageddon,
I gotta bomb that’s headed, to stop all pathetic,
Mother fuckers who think that God’s in heaven,
I turn sixes to sevens, a lucky blooded individual
Type O when I put the fun in funeral,
Shut down the federal when you hear attacks.
Bitches wanna pay up when I’m breakin’ their backs.
Every now and then I wanna see the blood that’s in my veins,
Gimme a little bit of drugs and I swear to god i’ll be okay,
I know you want the gold and you know I got the veins,
I got the veins, I got the veins, I got the veins,
Tell me why, your eyes, seem so guilty,
You know I’m not good for you,
I’ll drag you to hell with me,
Why, do I feel so (goddamn) empty,
I gave you all that I had,
So you could die here with me,

Benji, The Lurker - "Veins"

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

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