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Quick & dirty bipolar remix of SOFI TUKKER's "Batshit" by Licki

***i've never made a remix before so i'll have to keep re-editing & re-uploading this as i improve da mix

Batshit (Licki "Bipolar" Remix)

SOFI TUKKER - Batshit (Licki "Bipolar" Remix)

" A.N.T.I.S.O.C.I.A.L"

sociopathy... who, me?
read that in a fake news brief?
beauty got beasts and likes to sleep
personalities off duty

i prefer home absolutely
like Kansas girls in rubies
read Rumi and the moods cease
i am my own best groupie

i'm unruly and i'm choosy
choosing not to loot your cooties
boozin, loose, uncouthly bitches
are likely to get roofied
dislike fruits or movies?
well i just might make your tooth bleed
'cuz i'm goofy, i BIN LOONEY
but i already caught me a cutie (my wife)

A.I.N.T.I.S.O.C.I.A.L?
i could RSVP; 'stead i'll lay low
A.N.T.I.S.O.C.I.A.L?
most my favorites wear it like a halo 

the macabre and my spirits: kindred
if i'm Brown, you're a Princeton
your cuntry grammar couldn't meet my grandma
(though i did convince her to get on Pinterest...)

could hop the pond to Westminster
be Meghan Markle's sister!
my follower counts hemorrhage
(i'ma) stay stateside as a spinster

i'm a twister in the midst of
a transition to the kitchen
i'm no christian but i pray to God
when i ever been stuck at La Quinta
conserve stamina, sheath cameras
can the internet gon' and evict y'all?
your news ain't fit to print, nah
i skip ALL the stories on your Insta
 
A.I.N.T.I.S.O.C.I.A.L?
i could RSVP; 'stead i'll lay low
A.N.T.I.S.O.C.I.A.L?
most my favorites wear it like a halo

ain't gettin' outta this chair
nah
ain't gon' straighten my hair
pshaw
can't believe i'm not there
HA!

ain't gettin' outta this chair
no
ain't gon' straighten my hair
fro
ain't gon' meet chu there
ho
life after love ain't real cuz Cher say
so

ain't gettin' outta this chair
nah
ain't tryna be no player
ball
got fourteen pieces of flair
that's all
where my 40 acres? i’m da mayor
says my mom


A.I.N.T.I.S.O.C.I.A.L?
i could RSVP; 'stead i'll lay low
A.N.T.I.S.O.C.I.A.L?
most my favorites wear it like a halo

ain't i social?
antisocial?
ain't i social?
antisocial?
ain't i social?
antisocial?

folly to be wise

A.N.T.I.S.O.C.I.A.L. (prod. IGNANT)

"jillay jillay" (HAPPY BIRTHDAY BABY!)

white lady
might lay me
right crazy
nights daily

my baby
she wavy
pie tasty
s'like gravy

why hate me
you shady
i'm crazy for
(my) prize matey

jillay jillay jillay jillay
spread her on my bread like PB & jelly

she get off work i serve up a dish
da #1 bitch my bitch i'm rich
you cain't call her a bitch so shit
quit or get bitch slapped quick by da missus

never miss 
on a mission
fix to lick her in the kitchen
make her sing a song and
she sounds like she's singin
i scratch every itch
and her stevie nicks fix
ding ding!
like a bell through the night she ringin'

"but will you ever win?"
wait a min; whatchu mean?
in the ring wit a ring and a 10?
already winning!

she the match to my gas
the master to my class

the Casper to my black
the password to my stash

the pastor to my mass
the Aspirin to my whiplash

used to wish that
someone'd kiss back
love would slip past

broke a pact
with Sylvia Plath
now my head in jillay's oven
for an easy bake snack

white lady
might lay me
right crazy
nights daily

my baby
she wavy
pie tasty
s'like gravy

why hate me
you shady
i'm crazy for
(my) prize matey

jillay jillay jillay jillay
spread her on my bread like PB & jelly

jillay jillay jillay jillay
spread her on my bed like a Vera Wang duvet

jillay jillay jillay jillay
spread her like i'm betting red in Atlantic City

jillay jillay jillay jillay
spread her like i'm fretting jazz: minor/major sevenths!

jillay jillay jillay jillay
spread her on my bread like PB & jelly

she a cat in the dark; i'm darkness
wear dat pussy round my neck like a harness
i'm O'Malley; she Duchess incarnate
we left coast livin like Central Park West

market to
market cuz i ain't no Marxist
get yo' own queen cuz
i do not share regardless
i bark less and bite with
a sharpness my conquest
i tear you apart yes
till you're just a carcass
oh dearly departed
hey it's just catharsis
dis natural blonde
lights my fire like arson

i married the best
ohhh... i married yo' ex?
boo hoo you stank rank and frankly i'm fresh

i treasure her chest
the heart 'neath the breasts
it beats like i'll beat any peepers i catch

right left right left 
here's the queen of the forest
lioness born on the fourteenth of august

white lady
might lay me
right crazy
nights daily

my baby
she wavy
pie tasty
s'like gravy

why hate me
you shady
i'm crazy for
(my) prize matey

jillay jillay jillay jillay
spread her on my bread like PB & jelly

jillay jillay jillay jillay
spread her on my bed like a Vera Wang duvet

jillay jillay jillay jillay
spread her like i'm betting red in Atlantic City

jillay jillay jillay jillay
spread her like i'm fretting jazz: minor/major sevenths!

jillay jillay jillay jillay
spread her on my bread like PB & jelly

jillay jillay

jillay jillay (prod. IGNANT)

"caterpillin"

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when you home chillin like a villain
we call that ish 'caterpillin'
sittin in yo room
ain't no social butterfly: you ain't gotta bloom

wrapped up in a blanky;
comfy, not sweaty or stanky;
ain't out catchin cold,
so you won't need no hanky!
ain't even gotta prep or groom
'cuz you caterpillin in your own cocoon

sometimes we go out 'cuz we wanna get that high
but i don't smoke, need a whack-tastic guy, nor wanna be the victim of a drive by
don't toke? yeah i said it, you hadn't read it wrong
rather sit up alone -- not stoned -- and dragon slay egos with another song
plus y'alll i'm broke and it take work to roll blunts
operative word is roll: off your tongue, verbs make you run have to get off your bum

never spend more than a day on a vid (song, lyrics, track)
just practice for my future as a raze-r film actress
so believe me you i prefer to flow, show off, and let it go
fact is my mouth stacked: my words ain't your soft mattress
take your hot flashes, heart fractures and get out
words matter i mean meanest leanest truth don't p-p-p-pout

when you home chillin like a villain
we call that ish 'caterpillin'
sittin in yo room
ain't no social butterfly: you ain't gotta bloom

my dad want me to retire but i gettin higher (gotta blow dry her hair out?
pretend i ain't black to get on TV?! even just to get on top of Weezy?!)
ok Pops i'll do you a favor: won't curse (much) on this slow jam
oh youse a rasta mon?
let me take it a little faster then
at least the rap part, y'all know i ain't movin from this hospital ward
i have plenty of maxi pads thank God 'cuz i maxed me credit cards

mind's sexin your city, feet sprintin titanic blocks
through white chalk outlines just in time 'cuz i still look pretty
enough to climb back inside your box and rocks it rough
lookin u down so u can feel me up; what's in that bra? hope it's a D cup
Nicki Minaj wolf eats 'lil red capes --
i'm huntin, machete belly: i let grandma escape

Drake say "i'ma do me" -- that fake ish, see: i'ma woo me
take me out for steak when lil girls break my heart
apart in pieces so i'm peacin
Usain Bolt ready set: stop standin on my shoulders!
finished 'fore you start save time for real love when i'm older

(hit me when i come baby)

ha. ha. ha.

dis Licki, i'm a bad bra bitch with sticky fingers and always
lingerie-clad
won't see me: i'm caterpillin in utero (room womb)
ain't tryin to linger; still the best you never had

heart race million beats a minute maid
but caterpillin like a step from sun to shade
this (pain} ain't all in-vein

BPM still up cuz i'm always in love
not burning all the cals but who you? shallow Hal?
beats at one twenty like my weight but like bait i'm just
sittin villain waitin for someone killin enough to date

when you home chillin like a villain
we call that ish 'caterpillin'
sittin in yo room
ain't no social butterfly: you ain't gotta bloom

caterpillin

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Often ratchet, sometimes rapturous, always raw: Licki (FKA Licki Ucroj) juxtaposes the swagger and wit of contemporary rap with riveting, chaotic, and wholly unexpected production elements to cultivate a sound best described as "gift rap." Think Nicki Minaj's lyricism + Lizzo's performative prowess, raised to the power of an early-aughts indie rock band.