tryna catch it before i get home run... YAAAAA

THIS DOES NOT EXIST IS NOT ON SOUNDCLOUD BECAUSE IT'S DUMB 
lyrics:

BMG:
11 hours I’m spending atop a dirty potty
No spending power don’t bend for parties that hurt me body
I’m workin thoughts, in a burning pot i don’t curtsy often
I’m using poison making noise until I fill me coffin

I’ll have you know I don’t want nothing to do with you losers
Ain’t we all losin ourselves to the point we lose confusion

I feel buzzing all over my damn nerves
Tobaccy burning no longer a damn herb

disgusting substance in my gullet, fuck it, pull it

pussy gotta take a breath

step outside it’s best for life
or just request your time of death

where you’ll find there’s never time to change your mind for how you live

God or goddess ganja lock it in a muthafuckin web

(Smoke)

Time for muthafuckin bed
All these products placin puss inside the common kind of med

I’ll be smoking till I’m dead

Tv is evil all these people get fucked
I need diesel, you need evil you stuck
Relieve your penis, you need semen to bust
I’m beam g I don’t people please for none

one more round I pull up on a muthafuckin fridge
I need some more balance out it in the fuckin mix
split big cigs ever been mook sick
foot so big, homies cooked so quick

Darkie:
Mmmmm
I’m feeling one with particulate matter
Off a barbiturate shatter
Quaalude and this bit of clatter
Clinking containers
I’m never thinking of haters
I used to drink until later
But now I drink when the paper come in

Drinking potater like vodka
Drinking agave tequila
Quiet the neighbors’ll hear ya whisper 
Take my turn upon the toilet on the shitter
Paper crisper when you broke 
Creating litter
There is always a place that your trash has to inhabit 
In habitats of rabbits
In habits grab and stab it 
This faggot is very ragged
From self inflicted poising
Ingestion of this ethanol
Can’t even smell the testicles 
That linger on his breath at all
F it all

Spectacles
Impeccable
Detect the bull
Shit

Dissectible
Amphibian that swimming in  
It

Oooh

I brought a bit of bud hey bud, hit?

Cool

I bought a bit of bud off Bud’s bitch

Who??

The figure quick in her knickers the picker licked a nigga wallet
Tried to call it, with my cellphone
Hell no
Trick her not by slipping her liquor 
By knocking out her cold
Boutta ronda rousey this lousy hoe
Pockets bountiful 
I found the fold inside of her
Jacket get back to counting fools
Mountain souls
Mounted in the stone and on the paper
Look me
Look me in my eyes before I buy this booty shaker
George!
But mister Benjamin he hold her in the morning

He say brittany or lauren opportunity is whoring
Sell your soul and never do a thing again
Paper men
Im just spitting some important for domestic
And for foreign
If you drinking you might rap until you dead 
Save your meds

DIRTY POTTY (FT. BRUHMANEGOD)(PROD. WENDIGO)

(RIGHT ON) X8

SOMETHING TO DRAW
NEED SOMETHING TO WRITE ON
I SEE ELECTRICITY IN THE PYLONS
LOOK AT IT RUNNING THE RACE 

EVERYTHING YOU DOING ERASED 
WHAT IT FEEL LIKE?

HIT WIT THE MACE

TIGHT PACE WHAT IM KEEPING
GOT THE REAPER ON ME
LIKE YOU 
WHAT THE HELL WOULD I BE 

WITHOUT IT

IF YOU THINK IT
SHOUT IT 

LOST MY MIND
I THINK I FOUND IT
AWAY

LIVE TO FIGHT 
ANOTHER BRIGHT DAY 

I AM GOD 
SO WHY WOULD I PRAY

YOU ARE GOD
ABOVE A WHITE PAGE

THE CREATOR
MAKER OF RAGE

PAINTER
PAINT THE CANVAS
I ATE THE MANTIS
I SAVED THE PANDAS 
I HATE THEY BRAND US
CAN US LIKE SOME KAMPBELLS
JESUS HAD NO SOCKS UNDER HIS SANDALS

I CANT RIDE A BIKE WITHOUT THE HANDLES 
I CANT RIDE A SCOOTER HAVE A TUTOR 
SHOOT THE BUDDHA EAT SOME GOUDA 
SAY IT RUDER, TELL WHO DID I TRAMPLE

RAMBLE

ON ABOUT SOME NONSENSE 
I’M UNCONSCIOUS
I DON’T HAVE CRICKET FOR A CONSCIENCE 
KELP FOREST WHERE THE MAGIC CONCH IS
VIOLENT CRUCIFYING LIKE IM PONTIUS

PILATE FLYING HIGH ABOVE OLYMPUS 
SHE’S AN ANGEL GIVE THAT BITCH A NIMBUS
BANGAL TIGER BITING OFF YA FINGERS
HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO EAT THESE PRINGLES?

IMAGE IN YO HEAD IS HOW I WANT IT
FINISH ON THE BED AND LIE UPON IT

(CHORUS)

IN THE CAR IT MOVING FAST
FOOT UP ON THE GAS
EVERYTHING WE TEND TO PASS
LEAVE IT IN THE PAST
I KNOW WHAT MY MOMMA ASKED
I JUST DIDN’T ANSWER
GOT HER FOOT UP ON THE DASH
SHE MY TINY DANCER

SHE MY TINY DANCER
MOVE IT HULA GIRL
NOT A GIRL WIT CUTER CURLS
IMMA STACK THESE COMMAS
WE COULD BE LIKE THE OBAMAS
WE COULD RULE THE WORLD
BABY GIRL JUST PICK A COUNTRY
AINT WORRIED BOUT NO MONEY
AINT WORRIED BOUT NOBODY

(CHORUS)

BREAKING BREAKING DOWN THE GAS
DON’T WANT SMOKE WANT CANCER
YOU COULD YOU COULD YOU COULD
ASK
YOU CAN’T GET ME CANCELED
SHAKE IT SHAKE IT SHAKE YA ASS
HOW IT IN YO PANTS TOO?
HOW HE DO IT?
YOU COULD ASK
GRIP THIS PEN NO PENCIL

BABY BABY BABY
GIRL
SHAKE THAT ASS FOR A NIGGA I’LL GIVE YOU THE WORLD
MAN I LOVE IT HOW YOU BEND YO BACK AND MAKE IT CURL
YEAH I PUT THAT NECKLACE ON YO SHIT LIKE PEARLS
YEAH I COOK THAT ROCK I STIR IT MAKE IT TWIRL

(I FREESTYLED/PUNCHED IN THE NEXT TWO SONGS/STORIES)
(I DON’T WANNA WRITE THEM DOWN)

(8:15)
TROUBLED KID WITH THE TROUBLED MIND
TROUBLED KID WITH THE TROUBLED PAST
IN THE TROUBLE I GREW UP FAST
IN THE RUBBLE I SIT MY ASS DOWN

I’LL SMOKE YOU LIKE I SMOKE THAT GRASS
I BROKE HIM LIKE I BROKE THAT GLASS
I DROPPED OUT I AINT GO NO CLASS

HAD TO CUT OFF A LOT FRIENDS
HAD TO CUT OFF A LOT OF PEOPLE
CUZ LOTS OF PEOPLE ROUND ME WERE EVIL
CUZ LOTS OF NIGGAS WERE WEAK AND FEEBLE

OM
THANK
GOD THAT I GOT OUT ALIVE
MY MOMMA NEVER LOST FAITH IN MY MIND

LET IT OUT
(SCREECH OF PAIN)
(X8)

WHEN I WAS YOUNG
I USED TO PLAY WITH LEGOS TIL THE MORNING SUN
I USED TO PLAY WITH LEGOS NOW IT’S BORING SON
NO ONE WOULD PLAY WITH ME I’M THE FOREIGN ONE
HE AINT HAD NO BUTTHOLE SO I TORE HIM ONE

I DIDN’T KNOW WHAT A COUNTRY WAS NOW I’M TOURING ONE
ALL I WAN DO IS GET ON TRACKS I WAS BORN TO RUN
IN THE FIELD I GRIP THAT STICK IT’S A HOLE IN ONE
WHY WOULD YOU COMMIT A CRIME WITH A STOLEN GUN?

RAT-A-TAT-TAT
GRIP THAT GAT AND PUSH HIS HAT BACK
IS YO MOMMA PROUD OF YOU NOW?
NO SHE’S NOT THIS MUCH IS TRUE NOW

RIGHT ON

(OUTRO SKIT)

RIGHT ON (PROD. SOLSA)

HUH
WHY YOU BARKING LIKE A FED
OR A TED TALK?
IMMA SKIN HEAD BUT MY HOMIE GOT DREAD LOCS
HUH HUH
JUMPIN ON IT NIGGA MAKE THE BED ROCK
HUH HUH
THUMPING ON THE TRIGGER MAKE A HEAD POP

I HATE ALL THE VIOLENCE 
DREAD NOT

KILLING FOR NO REASON 
HOE THE HERO DON’T LIKE TO FIGHT
YOU APPEAR A DEMON
I HOPE YOU CAN INVITE THE LIGHT
YOU CANNOT CHOOSE YOUR PATH 
IF ALL THE EVIL ENTICING RIGHT?

STUPID ASS MOTHERFUCKER,
MY BROTHER BEING NICE IS TIGHT!

HOE GET OUT THE WAY
GOD IS HERE TO STAY
HIT YOUR KNEES AND PRAY
FUCK THE FEAR AND PAIN

PRAISE IT EVERY DAY
THE ENERGY FIXED IN MY BRAIN
I WANNA BE THE WAY

RED DOT
WHY YOU BARKING LIKE A FED
OR A TED TALK?
IMMA SKIN HEAD BUT MY HOMIE GOT DREAD LOCS
HUH HUH
JUMPIN ON IT NIGGA MAKE THE BED ROCK
HUH HUH
THUMPING ON THE TRIGGER MAKE A HEAD POP

RED DOT
LIKE I WAS A HINDU
I LOOK LIKE MACE WINDU
OH MY GOD KNOW WHAT I BEEN THRU
I LOVE BUDDHA BUT I SIN TOO
I’M THE BALD BROWN NIGGA YOU LISTEN TO

IN MY SOCKS AND SANDALS
ALL THESE GLOCKS I HANDLE
LIGHT YOU UP LIKE CANDLE
POT GOT A HANDLE

IMMA KILL THIS RAKSHASA
SPILL HIS GUTS I GOT
PILLS DON’T POP A LOT
I FEEL MY ROCKS A LOT BIGGER

I HOPE I NEVER HAVE TO GO AND DO YOU LIKE THAT
ALL I DO IS WRITE RAPS
SIPPING JACK, NIGHT CAP
BRING THE CHORUS RIGHT BACK

(CHORUS)

I don’t know why all these niggas they wanna be hard
I don’t know why all these niggas they wanna be seen wit me 
But never support 
Friend of my nigga is friend of me bigger than forever more 
Whatever whore 
Im on the shit
You cannot sniff 
I take a whiff
And break in the door

Door sound
“Hello”

I keep a turret on top of the porch
I’m gripping the torch 
Leaving em scorched 
Burned

You are the worm 
I am the spider I turn like a lighter
Put you in a urn

A stick of the fern
That I wanna breathe 
I see that you heave 
I hope that you leave 

Go away 

Living in peace so you cannot appease 
The devil today

RED DOT (PROD. SOLSA)

DON’T STOP
UNTIL YOU GET ENOUGH
PUSSY NIGGAS THEY BE STOPPING IT
DROPPING IT
GOING ROUGH
IT NEVER STOP

SO FIGHT IF YOU GOTTA

I BE AT THE BOTTOM OF A BOTTLE THROWING UP

CUZ THAT’S THE MOTTO
LIL NIGGA NEVER STOP

MIGHT STOMP OUT A NIGGA
IF HE TALK THAT SHIT

LIKE I’M BOUT THAT POSITIVITY
BUT BLOOD MIGHT DRIP
OUT YO LIP
IF YOU TALKING BOUT MY FAMILY
NIGGAS WANNA TANNER ME
NIGGAS WANNA DARKER ME
NIGGAS WANNA BARK AT ME
I BE AT THE PARK YOU SEE?
CHILLING
I AM NOT A HERO BUT CERTAINLY NOT A VILLAIN
SINCE THE BEGINNING ALL MY NIGGAS WANNA DO IS MAKE A KILLING
YEAH I’M CHILLING
YEAH I’M CALM AS A BITCH
YEAH I DON’T WANNA WORK WIT YOU
KARMA’S A BITCH
YEAH YOU FUCKED UP
LEAVING COMMENTS AND SHIT
GOT THE SWEAT ON MY DICK
GET WET FROM THE STICK
LET IT GO!

I KNOW BETTER NOW
I KNOW BETTER THAN TO TRUST YOU NIGGAS
OBSESSED WITH YA NUMBERS WHY YOU MUST DO BIGGER?
I WANNA KNOW! WHAT COMPLAINING WHAT THE FUSS DO NIGGA
WHEN YOU TWEAK, ALL IT DO IS MAKE YOU WEAK

YEAH I SMOKED SO MANY BACKWOODS THAT THEY SWISHERS TO ME
SHE IMAGINING A SHOWER WHEN SHE PICTURE MY PEE
WHATCHU KNOW?
WHATCHU KNOW ABOUT ME 
I GOT PROBLEMS I GOT ISSUES, AIN’T NO TISSUES FOR FREE
WHATCHU KNOW?
WHATCHU KNOW ABOUT ME REALLY?
YEAH YOU SEE ME ON THE INTERNET 
YOU THINK THAT MEAN YOU FEEL ME?
YOU DON’T KNOW
YOU DON’T KNOW IF THIS A BB GUN
OR IF I GOT A REAL ONE UNDERNEATH MY FUCKING TV

HEY 12?

SUCK MY DICK
THROW 13 SHOTS NIGGA DUCK MY CLIP
GOT 14 COPS WANNA SEARCH MY CRIB
I AIN’T WANNA SHOOT THAT NIGGA
BUT HE HURT MY KID

BE A GOOD DAD
NIGGA IMMA BE A GOOD DAD
YEAH MY SON GON HAVE THEM PENCILS AND PAPERS UP IN HIS BOOK BAG
I WON’T TELL MY DAUGHTER WHAT SHE SHOULD ASK
YEAH WE GOT DEPRESSION TELL MY CHILDREN GOTTA PUSH PAST

I GRIN KNOWING WE WILL ALL BE FORGOTTEN
I GRIN KNOWING THAT I SCREAM THIS FOR NOTHING
I GRIN KNOWING THAT THE TIME ISN’T STOPPING
I SMILE AS THE FRUIT BECOME ROTTEN

My stove electric
I pulled up to the show and I ain’t even had a set list
I guess I’ll have to cook it up I’m whipping hoe let’s get this
I dropped em on the block 
For talking reckless like Tetris 
Eating I got lettuce

Bread
Bagel like your head 
Using maple for the spread
I’ll be naked til I’m dead
Baking baking lots of bread 
Bacon bacon raw and red
You running out of food 
Whatchu do
Getchu fed

Stove top
Coke rock
Whipping in the kitchen
Til I’m rich and got a bitch 
That season chicken right 
Don’t pick a fight
Let it choose you or your screws loose
I don’t know if niggas really thinking Mike?

Licking mics
(Licking sound)
Hop up on my dick until it thicken
I get bricks and make em pebbles 
Put the petal to the medal
Time is ticking
Burn a pedal
Make it quicken

If my stove was human definitely stick my dick in

(CHORUS)
(X2)

STOP (PROD. SOLSA)

THEY ARE STANDING AT THE DOOR 
WITH THE BLOWER IN THEY HAND 
READY TO PUT YOU ON THE FLOOR

FUCK THEM NIGGAS
FUCK THEM NIGGAS
FUCK THEM NIGGAS

WHATCHU KNOW
GOT A STOGGIE IN MY HAND
HE THREW LIL HOMIE TO THE FLOOR

FUCK THEM CIGGAS
FUCK THEM CIGGAS
FUCK THEM 

CIGGARETTES
YOU AINT MET MY NIGGAS YET
ASKING ME FOR SHIT YOU MUST THINK
THIS AINT SOMETHING BIGGER YET
HOW YOU FIGURE THAT?
WAY HE DO IT LIKE HE WANT IT
YOU UNWANTED
UNICONIC

GO MAKE TRILLERS
GO BREAK CEILINGS
GO HURT FEELINGS
GO MAKE MILLIONS

YOU’LL MAKE MILLIONS OF IT 
THE MORE THE PROFIT
THE BETTER
ON THE NEWS WITH NEW CHET UBETCHA
AND WE CHATTING BOUT GETTING CHEDDAR

BLUNT ASH ON MY SWEATER
DRAW MYSELF, THAT’S GETTING META
THINK YOU BRAVE GRIPPING THE METAL
LA BROAD DAY SUNNY WEATHER

I’M JUST TRYNA SMOKE ON MY PETAL 

FUCK YOU NIGGAS IN THE ASS
I’M ACCOMPLISHING A TASK
LOVING PEOPLE IN A MASS AMOUNT
DROPPING OUT 
I DON’T EVEN KNOW WHAT THIS CLASS ABOIUT

TEACH ME BUSINESS 
TEACH ME TAXES
FIX OUR MASSES 

niggas think I’m black
nigga i’m indian
get off of my back
all races are synonyms

for any stupid human sack
that can walk the block and talk
that got a pussy or a cock
that grip a dick a stick or rock

FUCK DO YOU MEAN
I DONT POP BEANS UNLESS IT WIT RICE

I DO NOT DRIVE I PEDAL THESE BIKES
I SMOKE A BLUNT THE PEDAL BE NICE

I SMOKE A JOINT IT LOOK LIKE A ELBOW
BELIEVE IN GOD AINT GOING TO HELL THO
HELL NO

I KEEP STICK LIKE THE CROSS
I SHOOT THAT LOVE AT WHO I COME ACROSS
I’M NOT TOO WORRIED HOW I COME ACROSS

I KNOW WHO I AM
I’M THE MAN

MICHAEL HE LIVE IN A VAN
MIGHT GO TO VENICE EAT MOLÉ AND JAM

I’M MAKING RACKS I GOTTA DO TAXES
YOU IS SO BROKE THAT WE IN DIFFERENT BRACKETS

I FILE QUARTERLY
MAKE SURE THEY ORDERLY
YOU WONDER WHERE COULD THAT QUARTER BE

IF YOU A RICH NIGGA DO A BACKFLIP
I DON’T CARE BOUT THIS RAP SHIT
I JUST WAN MAKE MY MUSIC TAKE A NAP BITCH

I’M THAT NIGGA LIKE ALL OF THE TIME
YOU A WINNER WHEN YOU EATING DINNER
STRAIGHTEN YOUR SPINE

CHET (PROD. SOLSA)

GRANDMA 1

I BEEN KILLING MYSELF
EVERYDAY
GO BUY SOME LIQUOR AND DRINK WIT MY NIGGAS
I SIP TIL THE END OF THE DAY

I BEEN KILLING MYSELF
EVERYDAY
I DON’T WANT NONE OF YOU NIGGAS TO HELP ME 
CUZ THIS IS THE GAME THAT WE PLAY

ONE CIGARETTE
TWO CIGARETTE
THREE CIGARETTE
FOUR CIGARETTE
MORE

BORED NIGGA JUST
POISON THE CHEST
TOYS IN A MESS
BOYS IN A NEST
FIRST HITTING THAT FLOOR
WHO?
YOU!

I COME WIT THE VENOM
RUN WITH THE DENIM (GENES)
DRUM ON A GUN WE DEFENDING 
ONE WE THE BETTER SON
KAIN WON WIT A BIT OF FUN
I DON’T SEE THE SUN
WHEN THE THUNDER COME I’M UNDER TEND TO PONDER
WHO DECIDE WHO LIVE AND DIE I WONDER?

ME!
I DON’T WANNA BE LIKE YOU
YEAH I SEE RIGHT THRU
ON THE BEAT THAT TRUE
NO LIE!

I DON’T WANNA FRONT AND BRING MY NIGGA THE PAIN
SOMETIMES WANNA PUT A BULLET INTO MY BRAIN
SOMETIMES WANNA PUT A BULLET INTO THE NIGGA THAT
WANNA PUT A BULLET INTO MY BRAIN

INSANE
GO BOTH WAYS LIKE A BI MAN
GOT A PROBLEM WITH ME
I TELL YOU TO TRY THEN
GOT A PROBLEM YOU CAN
DIE THE, DIE THEN, DIVE IN
SUICIDE IF YOU CAN’T SWIM
I KNOW THAT I BEEN UP ON THE RIM
GONNA JUMP OFF
PAPA ASKING WHERE HAVE I BEEN
TELL HIM “FUCK OFF”
TELL A NIGGA WHERE DOES IT
END?

GRANDMA 2

i got that (insert sound of pleasure)

if you on shrooms 
then you might not wanna have blood in your room
or violent tunes
or maybe it’s cool?
play metal you dudes
and females should stay out yo phone and yo emails
people is harder to look at you see melt
harder to talk when you don’t know the wordage
(i’m too high for this)
what is a word is?

high for to forage for berries to make into porridge

i don’t gotta touch you to know you very much
sure that i do have a butt too
mushrooms
it’s nice how we share that same feature
creatures
under bleachers
looking for a bird or peach or other fruit
don’t greet ya teachers 

ever expanding reality handing the answers 
to me infinite understanding 
shifting and moving
my lips and it’s soothing
to trip like you’re cruising 
i’m hit so i’m bruising
im blue and i’m black and i’m red on the backend

i got that shit
i got that shit lil nigga
how come my clip get bigger?
i just wan flip yo figure

i just wan make you smile
psilocybin get wild
soon as i’m “in” my tiles
start coming off of the floor
squeezing all my pimples 
crushing all of my pores

am i a man or am i a baby?
am i a man or am i a lady?
with a pussy so sweet 
wit a tushie get beat
i want to beat my meat 
repeat repeat

i got schedule one inside my head you bum
and when you dead you done
i shouldn’t have fed you none
but i’m a fun guy
take a little fungi
bumping Yin out the back of the hyundai

nigga we all gon die
and that’s okay
run up on him with a drug
hope that asshole pray
don’t like acid as much
don’t do that so great
i got a lotta in my pocket
will you pass or take

cuz mmmmm

i got that (insert sound of pleasure)

GRANDMA 3

(MY MOM SINGING WITH ME)
[AN INDIAN NURSERY RHYME FOR SMALL CHILDREN
ABOUT MAKING INDIAN SWEETS OR “LADDU” AND EATING THEM]

SWEET LIKE A LADDU
WALK AROUND TOWN 
YEAH I FEEL LIKE A SADHU
WHAT WOULD AMMA DO?
ACT LIKE A GURU
EATING MURUKKU
SAY THEY’LL PULL UP AND THEY’LL SHOOT YOU
TALKING POO POO
THU THU

YEAH YO SHOES LOOKING TOO NEW
GIVE THEM SHOES TO ME
I’M WITH EDDY HE MIGHT PULL UP
HE GRIPPING THAT .223

(MY GRANDMA FREESTYLING AND ME LAYERING HER)

MY PATTI AND MY THA THA
AMMA’S AMMA AND HER APPA
BUT I DO NOT HAVE AN ANNAN
I JUST HAVE A LITTLE BROTHER

WIT THAT SRICHURNAM ON MY HEAD
NO BINDHI
MAN FREE ALL MY BROTHERS FROM THE FEDS
FUCK MINDY FROM “THE OFFICE” MY NIGGA
I EAT GULAB JAMUN
OH YOU GOT A A+ COME AND HAVE A HUG MY SON

(SKIT)

(MY MOM SINGING WITH ME)

MUSHROOM (PROD. SOLSA)

LEAD PIPE NIGGA
WE DRINKING OUT THE SINK 
CAN’T GO TO BED RIGHT NIGGA

MY HAND IS A FIST
KEEP IT ATTACHED TO THE WRIST
IN CASE A NIGGA GET PISSED

LOOKING FOR SOMEWHERE TO PISS
INSIDE THE DEAD OF THE NIGHT
SO IF HE SHOOT THEN HE MISS
RIGHT?

NO FIGHTING
I CAN’T GET ANY SLEEP WHEN ALL THE BED BUGS BITING
I BE TRYNA QUIT THE NIC 
RIGHT NOW MY HEAD RUSH VIOLENT
I’M FUCKIN WITH A DRUG THAT GOT ME DEAD, STUCK, SILENT
ASS ON MY LADY IM STRETCHING OUT DAILY IM STRESSING OUT MAYBE 
THEY KNOW WHERE I STAY
BE SO CAREFUL U CUZ YOU GOTTA
I LEARNED THAT FROM MY POPPA

ILL POP YA IF YOU DON’T WANNA TALK 
AND START BARKING

I FEEL MY SOUL DARKEN 
IM BLACKER THAN MARTIN

HE LIGHTER IN HIS SPIRIT 
IT’S DEEPER THAN OUR SKIN
AND IT’S SEEPING IN, I HEAR IT
YOU HUMAN PEOPLE

YOU THINK YOU ARE YOUR BODY
YOU SO MEDIEVAL 

I DON’T BELIEVE IN COLOR
NOT ON THE EASEL
IM INSIDE THE WHIP
A SPIDER I DRIVE ILLEGAL

LET’S GO TAKE A TRIP

LIFE’S A TRIP
AND ONE DAY WE’LL STOP FALLING
(AS ABOVE, SO BELOW, JUST GO WITH THE FLOW)
LIFE’S A TRIP
AND ONE DAY WE’LL STOP FALLING
(AS ABOVE, SO BELOW, TIL YOU HIT THE FLOOR) LIFE’S A TRIP
AND ONE DAY WE’LL STOP FALLING
(AS ABOVE, SO BELOW, YOU WALKING A TIGHTROPE)
LIFE’S A TRIP
AND ONE DAY I’LL STOP FALLING
I PROMISED MY MOMMA I’M ALL IN
LET’S GET IT NIGGA

IT’LL ONLY GET BETTER IF YOU LET IT NIGGA
I SAID IT NIGGA
LET THAT SHIT SET IN NIGGA

LIFE’S A TRIP AND I WOULD KNOW
WENT FROM NIGGAS HATING ME 
TO NIGGAS HATING ME SOME MORE

MAN I LOVE YOU!

HATING ON THE INDIAN FOR WINNING
I’M A MUTT THO 
THE UNDERGROUND SCENE KINDA CUT THROAT 
THESE RAPPERS AT THE TOP WERE REALLY POPPING 
BUT THEY SUCK THO 
AINT NEVER SEEN YOU NIGGAS REAL LIFE
LIKE MY BUTTHOLE

NOT FLEXIBLE ENOUGH 
NEVER BOUGHT A SINGLE CHAIN
IS THAT FLEXABLE ENOUGH?
I AINT NEVER OWN A WATCH
I AINT NEVER HAD THE TIME

WHY YOU THINKING BOUT ME
WHY I’M DANCING IN YA MIND?

I’M INSIDE OF YOUR CEREBELLUM
I’M RUNNING THROUGH YOUR SPINE

“YOU ARE NOT MY HOMIE”
“ALL YOU LAME NIGGAS TALKING BOUT ME YOU DON’T KNOW ME”

“YEAH HE WALKS AROUND LIKE HE GOT MORE CLOUT THAN EVERYONE”
“HOW DO YOU DO THAT?”

BE THE NORMAL AND FRIENDLY ONE

NIGGA
I GOT EYES AND EARS IN THE MOTHER FUCKING WALLS
I KNOW WHATCHU TALKING BOUT YOU SUCKIN ON MY BALLS
PAINT THINNER
I KNOW IF YOU LOSING YOU CHOOSING IT
AINT WINNERS
AINT WIT US

BAD DAY
YEAH I HOPE YOU HAVE A BAD DAY
I AINT A RODENT CAN’T RUN A RAT RACE

WHERE’D EVERYBODY GO?

BUTTHEAD (PROD. SOLSA)

OI CUNT
WHAT’S DOIN 

I’M AN AUSSIE
DRINKING PISSING OUT BACK
BROUGHT STRAIGHT FROM BRITANNIA 
DRY LIKE IRAQ
NOW YOU DONE IT
YOU DONE MADE ME UPSET 

OI
WHAT’S THE JOHN DORY 
WITH YOUR COUNTRY I BET
YOU’RE A SAVAGE
EATING PUPPIES AND CATS
THAT’S UCKED 
MOTHER FUCKER
RANK BOGAN
I SLAP

CUNT 
MY CENNELINK AINT CAME THRU
SHE’LL BE RIGHT BY TOMORROW
IM BASHING THIS ROO

GOONSACK
CHUGGING AT THE DOOF AND THAT’S TRUTH

SAT ON THE DUNNY MAKING RUBBISH
THAT’S POO

DEAD SET
COULD I BUM A DART MATE

OUT OF DOSH 
I GOT VEGEMITE SAT ON MY PLATE

MONDAY TO FRIDAY
USED TO BE THE BUSH BUT NOW THERE’S A HIGHWAY

OI

STAUNCHED UP
WHY YOU LOOK AT ME SIDEWAYS

OI THERE GANGA
IMMA TAKE YOU BACK TO MY PLACE

THE BOTTLE’O’S CLOSED I’M SPEWING 

SPILLED A SCHOONER ON MY TRACKIES
NOW THEY ALL RUINED

DUMB BLOKE
BUT I STAY UP IN THE SUN HOE
FUCK OATH
GOT MY SNAG STUCK UP IN HER GUT THOUGH

BOOF HEAD
YOU COMPLAINING WHEN THE TRUTH SAID
EVERYTHING YOU REPRESENT, PUTRID

PUNCHING BILLIES PULLING CONES
SMOKE INSIDE MY DOME
SIGNAL SHIT FROM MY VODAFONE

(SOLSA MONOLOGUE)

AUSSIE (PROD. SOLSA)

I stick with my niggas
Im stuck with my brothers
Don’t fuck with no others
You talk and you stutter
I’m moving like butter
I’m smooth like a blunt
And I get what I want
Cuz I go and I get it
I know when I got it 
Cuz then I can hold it 
You folding before you can mold it
Ya future
I roll like a boulder
Move over i bootcha
Don’t drink no kombucha 
Cuz that shit is nasty
Smoking a lot so my vocals is raspy
I’m where the wraps be
You where the rats be
Hop in a taxi it look like a quaalude
100 a pill?
That’s a rack that I pay dude
Sour patch kid in my fridge
Dripped with the acid I’m tripping
Im rigid I’m flaccid 
I puff and don’t pass it 
Until I am satisfied 
Act like a hoe best believe I keep that in mind
Look at this tat of mine
Up on my forehead
I’m getting more bread than ever before and 
I’m happy I’m sad and I’m angry 
I’m all of dat
I love my baby she pretty I call her that
Care bout my woman and care bout my family
You on the floor and I’m up in the canopy
Eating bananas and roaches and centipedes
Harder to trust niggas 
wish there was ten of me
So many try to be friend of me
Few are befriending me
Can’t talk to no one on ketamine
Why you on addies that’s methamphetamine
Take a few shots roll a spliff and I let it be
No one ahead of me

i was gon punch in but then i’d be lazy
line of sight hazy
pulling out tulips you pushing on daisies

darkie you crazy!

it always amaze me
how many people inspired 
admire me
all i do spit animate smoking fire tree

nigga how high are we?

dont ask me
im asleep in this cryofreeze
chamber
ice
i always come with that danger
pipes
i will not smoke with no stranger
fights
sweet baby jesus yo manger
nice
wont do that verse til you payed your 
price

im going up wassup yeah i gotta lotta
problems up my butt i shit outta hotter
track i feel it fade, the thought outta bought a
vice

im in new heights

im in new territory 
and im very horny 
here to fuck it up until my nuts are busted
lust encrusted lots of custard 
don’t trust the mustard
ketchup better
wetcha bed you bet i get up
like 
ducking all you mcs
talking on me
shot of your screen on ya story
you aint even tag me, aint important
i aint even respond 
hope you respawn
your career
nigga disappear 
trigga gripping queer
is it worth the years?

i wanted nothing but happiness for you
aint posting bout you cuz you need the attention
a mention from me start a numbers ascension
get that on yo own 
we some men and we grown
i dont fuck with my phone
cuz you live in it nigga

SPIT (PROD. SOLSA)

hurry up to stop and just wait
waste my time the best way to make me 
angry hangry i haven’t ate
baby i just had a bit of a day

maybe i should go and switch up the pace 
mainly cuz I’m getting sick of the taste
of flaccid dick, and plastic, bad acid
slap that rapper back to jurassic

we best
we bound to die and that’s 
predestined
what about the little boy 
t-rex?
bet he wanna be next too
but the asteroid that crashes get to choose 

go faster boy you bastard better move 
so you can live your life for more than booze

LOSE OR WIN
it doesn’t really matter

who’s the KING?
you can tell by the castle

i can’t sit right 
i like my girl to fit tight too
i am wit my goons
i gotta take a shit by noon
I’m a big tycoon
flexing flexing
bit my food
impressing dressing
i knew     
you could cook it up right
act hollywood you be so uptight

im on the beach absorbing sunlight 
while you threaten to start a gunfight 
ouu
killing for the fun of it? UH
i spy with my eye, a son of bitch! UH
defy the height fly i wanna get very
high on life smoke a ton of it hairy
buy the hype cuz aint none of it scary
why the fright why a little bit wary?

what did i do?
NOTHING OH NOTHING DEAR
SEE A SLUT APPEAR 
WANT TO TOUCH HER REAR BUT I DONT
NOT A NIGGA FEMENINE TONE
HOW YOU BIGGER BUT YOU NOT GROWN
AT ALL I MIGHT THROW THE BALL
BREAK HIS BONES
TRYNA CATCH IT FORE I GET HOME, RUN

I’M THE MVP 
I LOVE MY SUPPORTERS CUZ THEY LET ME BE
HOP OUT OF MY VEHICLE 
THE SCENT BE PEE
I BE SMOKING MARIJUANA 
BLOWING THC

I’M SO RICH I USE CBD CREAM
SAVE MY CASH TIL IT REALLY 3D
BUSTING OUT THE SAFE
CUSSING OUT THE BUTLER
HUMPING ON MY WAIST
NUT SO GOOD I STUTTER
SOMETHING IN ME MAKE ME WANNA GIVE MY SON A BROTHER
MAYBE A SISTER 
THAT LADY A MISTER BUT I DO NOT MISS HER CUZ I NEVER KISSED HER

BECOME THE GREATEST AND SAY IT SO HEINOUS 
IM INSIDE HER ANUS 
DON’T NEED TO BE FAMOUS
DONT WANT NO ATTENTION IM SEEKING ASSENTION 
DONT MENTION MY NAME

SEND YOU TO DETENTION 
THE TEACHER IS SPEAKING NOW
IM ON SOME FUNGUS I THINK THAT I’M PEAKING NOW
SWEATING AND CRYING THIS WATER IS LEAKING OUT
IM MADE OF WATER THE CHILD OF HER DAUGHTER 
I CALLED HER MY GOD UNTIL I MET THE FATHER 

HIS KID MAS A MARTYR FOR ALL OF HUMANITY
MODERN PRIORITIES CLOUDING MY SANITY 
THEY WONT DEFEAT US, THE SHEPHERD WILL LEAD US

THIS SONG IS FOR GRAMPA
HOPE THAT HE SEES THIS
THIS IS FOR NOTHING 
NOTHING BUT TO PLEASE US
THIS IS FOR CHEESES ON TOP OF OUR PIZZAS
BRING BACK JESUS 
HE KNOW WHERE THE PEACE IS!

WHOOP (PROD. SOLSA)

EVER SINCE I CAME IN THE GAME 
I WANTED NOTHING BUT TO JUMP IN THEY GUTS
AND BUTT FUCK EM
(X2)

ENERGY SUCKERS
ENEMY FUCKERS AND FRIENDS TOO
YOU DON’T KNOW WHO CAN RIDE FOR YOU 
IS HALF OF YA MANS COOL?

I DUNNO I DUNNO

THE PAPER AND PEN DO!
WHO JUST TALKING SHIT AND WHO WILL REALLY DEFEND YOU?

RIDE FOR YOURSELF
CUZ YOU’LL BE THERE
WHEN IT MATTERS
MADE OF MATTER
SPLATTER BRAINS ON A PLATTER
FOR YOUR CONSUMPTION 
I MIGHT RUN SHIT WITH THIS WRITING
OR PUNCH IN 
THE SHIFT BEGINNING 
YOU CAN FEEL IT COMING CLOSER
IM GRINNING 

LIKE IT’S MY LAST SMILE

I NEVER BELIEVED IN TIME 
CUZ IT NEVER PLEASED THE MIND

TO KNOW THAT THIS COULD BE MY LAST SMILE

YOU’RE LOOKING FOR MEANING WHY
DO YOU GOT IT PREDEFINED?

I DRAW MY GRIN LIKE IT’S MY LAST SMILE 

DODGING BULLETS FAST WHILE 
DISLODGING THE THOUGHTS OF RATS
AND THE ROACHES HANG OUT WITH BATS
AND ON TOP OF THEY FUCKING BACKS
ARE SOME ROCKET LAUNCHERS THAT BLAST
ALL THE BUILDINGS AND FILL THE REST 
WITH THEY GATS N THE SKY IS BLACK,
AN ATTACK WHILE THE MONKEYS LACK 

IM SWIMMING THROUGH THE SEWERS
LIKE FLUID IM WHERE THE POO IS 
I THREW THIS DOO DOO AT CHU 
CUZ IM THE SHIT, I FLICKED A BIC
AND I BLEW THIS GUTTER TO PIECES
IM SMOOTH LIKE BUTTER IN RECEES
IM FUCKING DAUGHTERS AND NIECES
OF NIGGAS WACK NEVER CEACES

Swang from the ceiling of your brain 
Hang from your feelings til you can’t anymore

Bang your head on the floor like you’re a schitzo 
Don’t be embarrassed you fit so imperfectly 
Into this so you’re beautiful letcho wits grow

Cuz intelligence is power and ignorance 
To your detriment 
I’m smelling all this flower 
Then burn it down into sediment 
I put some in the macaroni 
The homie I fed him it
He tripping out and spazzing 
A Chasm open and let him in 

Drug use in my circle 
And bug abuse yeah dirt‘ll
Consume em and turn em purple
I’m smoking til I’m infertile
I’m smoking until I’m impotent
Walk a mile I’m limping it
See a pussy I’m pimping it 
Spider gang ain’t a wimp in it

You how that shit be
This is little Dar-K-I-E
Two steams when I make my pee
Make spit when he play that beat
Sell weed better weigh that green 

*BRAIN CELLS COMMUNICATING*

WHOOP (PROD. SOLSA)

Lil Darkie

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