LYRICS:
epileptic and schizophrenic forget it the medic
who just directed the credit was disrespected
my sentence could reach the heavens
and preachers confusing legends
with literal senses grass is the remedy please accept it
not condescending just comprehending the tension
for weakness this unreleased and the beast of dementia's headless
my breakfast consists of cannibalism I seize the moment
eloping like cherry smoke in an ocean of locomotives
my opponents atrociously hoping otis could open exodus
provoking notions of nova scotians
who rubbing lotion to focus the grossest I'm not proposing 
a toast but ill sip a potion relax like I'm on a lotus
under the scopes is tremendous amounts of stress
suicidal type of depressed pull the trigger I'm not impressed
second guess to contest the press burn establishments for the best
rest in paradise nothing left
individuals take a breath

short and sweet as always.. cheers..

MR.WHATSHISNAME? - WHAT THE @!#$ (prod. 45 King)

*REUPLOADED DUE TO ISSUES WITH THE MIX*

Lyrics:
broken finger tips snipped quick ligaments
drip thick liquid down my leg its stinking sickening
gillings were mingling for straddling forbidden
in the jungle of poseidon been advising no more giggling listen
powerful metaphors opening doors to the core of the poor
like whats war when the land you're fighting for isnt yours
go figure the digger liquor for mister complicit missed it decision
pristine an adamant diamond rocks
simon stops and elections is rigged but pops like protection would never flop
but this hand that i've got is locked
play ya cards right
strike the pot for all you got
the highest ranked medival knights residing out of camelot
imagination stagnant, anti productive habits
of closet rapping my issues got me distracted lacking
practice syllable crafting mechanical spitting my vocal emission
a mogul hitting it kinetically tripping
recorded it in the basement love it or hate it debate it face it
shake it for critical pages errors are dangerous
no trusting strangers for major papers is aviators
the building scrapes the sky then apply the laws of physics majors
teenager daters or dealers a buzz the pager no faker
the pound is heavy and grands in elastic bands
hes not rapping for fame or fans, but for the mic in the stand
clap ya hands, if ya understand what i am
mission impossible colossal apostle
who's fossil is not acknowledged in college call it unstoppable
lawful criminal audible optimal phenomenal canonical
mythological series of pedagogical bibles
drunk and driving surviving the jungle buying the drugs i'm supplying
juggle it humble there's no rebuttal the subtle trouble to rumble
like huddles in dirty puddles but media tyrants
quickly compliant to run the hustle
bigger muscles this intellectual flex what's next to blow up like a cult or a sect
best protect ya neck or intercept a redirected assault like a deadly threat
villainous evil upheaval of certain death
take a breath
think about it we human but what we consuming is all too confusing
we computed misusing nuclear fusion intruding sustainable views of a movement
true to the roots of improvement but were regressing pay attention we losing

MR.WHATSHISNAME? - GURILLA FOOM (prod. Gorillaz, Metal Fingers)

Lyrics:

Snort cocaine with a long straw
Seen more ash than the bong saw
Twitching all the time but you're long gone
You used to stroke my hair to our swan song
Both our noses bleeding were in Hong Kong
Air pollution has my smokers cough strong
Shooting heroin in your moms bathroom
Try and hurry up they'll be back soon
You look so good in a bad mood
Can't wait to hold you down so I can stab you
Rummage through the cabinets now we found pills
Take a couple hand fulls how does that feel
Flashed a fake smile but they're not breasts
Your blow covered teeth just not chest
Loves the culmination of a drug habit
I'm a love addict
Ain't that tragic

corn puffs

Holy shit I think I did it again
I never bit a rhyme but I'm a king with a pen
And it all depends on how the situation plays out
Couple minutes pass pull the philly and the haze out
Roll up the doja I told ya jedi in the making
And fuck the chief sosa
Three hundred lacking ambrosia
Kinetically connect and caused a super nova
No witness Jehova's missing
I don't believe in god, and I ain't no Christian
Fuck religion check my diagnostic
The results clearly show my beliefs agnostic
I'm a prophet on a godly quest
Oddly that mission is to clean up the mess
That we've left
Whats left
Only one of the best
No giving up my spits acidic and its tough to digest
Feeling my presence like a burn in your chest

fuck america..

MR.WHATSHISNAME? FT. ? - HOT ASS BEAT CLAP CORN PUFFS (prod. MR.WHATSHISNAME?)

Lyrics:

This metaphorical fist full
Of punch lines
Loaded like a pistol
My invincible rhyme schemes
Inadmissible
Critical evidence
Crime scenes
And body bags
I set up a party for you
The clean up crew
Executioner coming through
With the one two
Separation of every limb ya body ever known
Before you die he begins
We break all ya bones
Give it a twist
See what falls apart
Ya biting ya lips
For biting what I writ
Never spit what I spit
Simply for that we got you digging a ditch
Wishing you wasn't a bitch
But you is
And that's a fact not fiction
I'm the master of abstract writtens
Word play slay diction
Aries my variety the scarier type
When I write
I wake up bloody in the midst of the night
It ain't right
Murderous urges that I guess I'm just not trying to fight
Murderous urges that I guess I'm just not trying to fight
Alright

visuals coming soon stay tuned

MR.WHATSHISNAME? - FUCK BUSH (prod. LXbeats)

Lyrics

One take

These people skeptic
Think I’m purchasing verses
Got me purchasing bigger weapons
They nervous
When they see me in person
They try to curve it
And argue they don’t deserve it
But they the serpent it’s evident
Vertical pupils the evidence
Yup I seen it
The opposite of scenic
It’s microscopic
The daily topics corruption
Multiple alien abductions
Have been reported
But only a select few
Have never come back
From where ever they went
That conclusions 
Not concluded in fact 
I’m asking important vital questions 
Through this medium of rap
Receiving crucial information
From sources within a neighboring galaxy
Extraterrestrials tampered with me
Tweaking my genetics and anatomy
My energy levels nuclear
Masked as if I was normal 
My sense of humor is phenomenal
Anti conformist fuck ya formal
Ways of living habitually
A slow depressing escapeless suicide
My only mission is to awaken
The consciousness living in you and I
Once we realize we’re connected 
In the most literal of senses
It’ll be the end of mass confusion
Sleepwalking following trends
When people will finally prosper spiritually
As the ancients intended
They were entities from other solar systems
Bestowing their wisdom
Upon a species with such potential
But we failed its official
Trapped in the box
No longer worship the prism
Ignorance prominent
In the western lands of America
We live in division
A metaphorical prison
The system pimping
Our pathetic defenseless
Excuse of what we like to call
An innocent citizen 

Solve the equation
My history
Plaedian
I’m not Canadian
Semi alien
Brain developed
Check the hole in my cranium
No explaining it
Barely documented
In medical literature
Scary thought
To think I been tampered with
Rearranged and administered
Over the past couple years
My thought process has drastically changed
In ways that I couldn’t have predicted 
It must have been preordained
A chain reaction of ideas conceived
Information retrieved
Astral conversations that not a soul would believe
To perceive it is near impossible
Molecular modules unstoppable
Promise it’s probable and likely
If you dissect your enemies logically
Lyrical prodigy
Honestly nasty 
Most of these rappers are tacky
Rapping to trap beats
And bragging bout having rap sheets
Taking pictures with weapons
I could lecture this type of rapper for days
Without a question
Stupidities trending
I hope its phase
Prophet professing
Forty-seven apostles
Across the country
Coded within a binary maze
Call it the matrix
My relatives sit in the sky
Waiting in space ships
Untraceable faces 
Our arrival has been dated
Since the beginning
My mentalities scared
I'm gona save it
You could call me yanefish
Except jordy hahaha


MR.WHATSHISNAME? - MIRROR SPEAK (prod. DJ Premier, Tyler The Creator)

This the accurate personification
Of a degenerate who’s skill is unparalleled
Dwelling in different dimensions
Speaking to creatures
Who shouldn’t be perceivable
Hallucinations as if I’m under the needle
Clutching to life as I slip
Is this a trip?
Or am I simply the hub of the revolution
Nope I couldn’t admit
Couldn’t confirm it either
Netherlands withholding ether
Mother Theresa
The pyramid of Giza 
Writing rhymes
Till I’m shriveled barely alive
An old geezer
Vocabulary teaser
Hip-hop apocalypse
Nostradamus physical manifestation
Thesaurus generated
My brains electromagnetic 
Fields predetermined
Arranged it
Cross continental invasions
Of uncivilized areas
Have been occurring
The Martian aliens
Establishing bases
Mutate the races
By stirring
Genetically
What has been said
To be an untapped pool of potential
Residing within us
We don’t seem to be compliant
Politicians and media try to trick us
Metaphorically evict us
From our very bodies
The ones in which we’ve been birthed
The thirst for knowledge
Left the ultimate truth to be unearthed
From under the very dirt
In which we buried our predecessors
Found the answers
For which we been searching
The past millenniums 
Templar knights
Provided a celestial service
It’s my third time now
Stepping to the plate
I’m about to hit a grand slam
Intellectuals understand
The parameters I’ve been examining
From my diaphragm to my abdomen
My single mission
To exterminate the establishments
People call me arrogant
Drunk and staggering
Rapping blabbering
Is it gibberish
Or could I be canvasing 
Abstract 
Multi management
Of words
Their syllables
Schemed and plotted
Like I’m hunting
For bloody minerals
In dangerous African valleys
Risking my life
For what is money
In a society where
Not a soul has been happy
For many centuries
Our corpses empty
While we try to justify
It but sadly
Were doomed

MR.WHATSHISNAME? - MADE CONTACT (prod. Lakim Shabazz)

My name is Jack
I’m addicted to crack
I smoke it every chance I get
I’ve completely lost track
Of what day it is who I am
And when I try to remember
I end up smoking another rock
They call me snowy September
My name is Jillian
Shot heroin at my high school cotillion
To think a normal civilian
With parents loaded with millions
Could have a daughter injecting drugs
In their bathroom at night
Sucking the dicks of strangers
Forgot to mention little Jill is a dyke
My name is Action Bronson
I love eating food
Snorting and smoking
OxyContin
I’ll admit
That I’m doing way too often
But it got me feeling awesome
And its helps me record
Makes me think that I'm like a super man
Smoking pills when I'm bored
My name is Rob ford
I’m the mayor of Toronto
I admitted to smoking crack
I’m always drunk
So I talk slow
Ended up on a talk show
My family's macho
Brother been selling drugs
They names are Douglas and Rondo
My name is George Bush
And in the movie Harold and Kumar
They didn’t contract a stunt man
It was me smoking the kush
In my secret club house
By the way, it really exists
No bullshit it isn’t a myth
Arrest me and I’ll be pleading the fifth
My name is bill Clinton
I fucked my secretary while I was president
The media got a hold of some audio evidence
And then my story blew up
Like a nut in the bitches mouth
That my dick got used to be sitting in
She been snitching without a doubt
I’m Michael Phelps
I need some help
This marijuana addiction
Is exactly how its depicted
By conservative physicians
Psyche I’m kidding
Gold medalist
Criticism irrelevant
Bong hitting for any paparazzi
And even the president
My name is Zack Efron 
I snort a lot of cocaine
On the movie set while I’m waiting
Right before filming a take
I checked myself into rehab
But I'm still getting baked
Popping pills
Fucking prostitutes
Groupies
I'm taking the cake


MR.WHATSHISNAME? - CELEBRITIES ARE AWESOME (prod. Celph Titled)

Lyrics

A couple minutes pass but every second’s essential
To my success I plan to reach the peak and push my potential
To other levels been indulgent reading books that amaze me
Common thoughts with authors from the 1950’s it’s crazy
Henry Miller saved my life without a doubt I’d be dead
I’ll be ecstatic when the American Dream comes to an end
It’s like the reign of Hitler wreaking havoc over the west
But it’s Obama drug addicted weak political mess 
Is it a joke cuz I’m not laughing I find it sick and disturbing
Like the damage urban development cost the natural surface
I’m disgusted to be apart of it humanity’s happily guilty
We’re lethal creatures insensitive impulsive and filthy 
No compassion left I’m guessing that we lost our moral compass
Probably threw it away when we started scamming for tax deductions
Take a step back, and watch society function
It’s an obvious fact we’re lacking understanding the dumbest
We could’ve been is our current state
And I’m ashamed that it’s true
We’re obsessive and filled with hatred
Manipulated and duped

If you to listen to what I’m saying then you might be lucky to see
The rarest purity conviction of any living MC
I’m not a marketable person lets cut to the chase you want some verses
They not for sale to me the moneys irrelevant like its bird shit
All I’m concerned with is expressing myself
Learning to rap back in detention reading books on the shelves 
Since I was twelve I been exuding a revolutionary way of thinking shocking my teachers
My philosophies ahead of this era America couldn’t be weaker 
I’m cosmologically inclined I love to gaze at the stars
Get lost in my thoughts, there’s life out there, wherever you are
Back in the winter two thousand thirteen that’s when I had my first encounter
I was shocked could barely believe it to think that other worldly powers 
We’re exposing the ship on purpose I knew it wasn’t an accident
The next day I woke up felt different like a drastic change or reaction
Underwent mental surgery overnight telepathically been admitted
But then I realized happened and now I’m legendary with lyrics

MR.WHATSHISNAME?  - THE OUEST (prod. K - Otix)

Some people might find this song offensive. I have no problem with gay or lesbian individuals and I respect people who can be themselves regardless of their sexuality. The gay rights debate is something to be taken seriously, using it as a marketing strategy is disrespectful and unprofessional. AND THAT SHIT OFFENDS ME!!

When I bless the microphone people surprised
How’s he that good but not famous
Macklemore’s a piece of shit open your eyes
And if you knew about me then me and mack would be switching sides
I’m not about the gay agenda and I won’t ride it to rise
But I’ll expose a trendy faggot exploiting the gay community 
How low you plan to go macklemore redefines the truth you see 
He’s a terrible rappers needs a political scheme to market himself 
Like the other one, whats his name, oh yeah, I’m frank ocean
Come out the closet a week before my album drops
By the way I’m gay
Buy my album today
Strategic statements in play
The album drops its number one
The public seems to stunned
Like it’s a shocker, ou lala
I’m stressed I need me a blunt
And to be blunt its disrespectful whether you gay or you not
That’s private and it should stay that way I don’t understand why your cock’s
Personal preference is relevant to the quality of your music
You’re an artist stop farting round like a politician abusing

Peoples opinions
What’s popular
Watching television
Scouting celebrities clothes
With binoculars 
Wishin that you could be them

Why be envious of a prostitute
Privacy for the loots
Hollywood is super sexual
Drug addicted
Ready to shoot

Well award a Grammy to the most socially acceptable rapper
Next thing you know hes a political factor
Turned to actor
Hollywood disaster
Defamation of respectable sexualities
But in actuality its insulting the medias catching casualties
They actin casually they know exactly what they doing is wrong
Contaminate the credibility just for record sales not to bomb
And now it’s all about the sales, it’s no longer bout music
Recruit a suicide bomber send him in the studio looking like a student
Tactics elusive my survival is imminent, I could prove it
Stupid smart when scribing lyrics in cursive, I find it soothing
Plus these rappers can’t even spit they’re illiterate, it’s confusing
It used to be amusing but now I’m angry I could barely compute it
I’m losing grip I’m bout to jump ship eat the mushroom and trip
Like super Mario I’m a hipster macklemore got me whipped
I’m too stupid to see they pushing political agendas I’m gullible
I think they really care, just kidding
societies dysfunctional


MR.WHATSHISNAME? - THE GAY AGENDA (prod. Panda One)

www.soundcloud.com/chezzjaymusic

Lyrics:
Suburban samurai swinging his sword 
Kick in the door, get the kids on the floor 
I cut, umbilical cords and over the course 
Of my life, I’m an assassin with a pencil at war 
My lights, been effervescent I got the best of intentions 
Like a prophet in the flesh I’m the godliest of descendants 
Of Jesus I come from Nazareth, time travelling Atticus 
Man of Attica passages right of will in the Vatican 
All this bullshit got me laughing I’m in shock 
Back it up the loading docks been overflowing since the flocks 
Of sheep have been coming in, these obedient citizens 
Out of body experience, the planet’s delirious 
It’s ridiculous I’m losing my patience 
In layman’s terms the cash I’m earning for the soul that I’ve traded 
Like what’s a payment nothing but fictional digital numbers 
Why work if you gon’ die in vein, simple statistics of hunger drive me insane 
Make me jump out of my skin 

Control the population 
Population control 

Civil struggles I’m living within my bubble protect myself like a tortoise 
A torus that handles trouble effectively when I mumble my raps 
Stupification reverses itself to manifest knowledge wisdom in unison 
Not too many computed this they confusing it’s usages with the crudest Illusiveness
Call me mister razuvious
Naxxarammus And catheters, pain pills, and anger 
That stems from the same damn brain matter mental pollution 
Essential that we regroup redevising some new approaches 
Like a shift of peoples consciousness energies been devoted 
Cataclysmic explosions this nuclear devastation 
A product of sin and ignorance innocent people wasted away 
This life’s a tragedy sad to see what it had to be 
But I’m happily in reality exacerbating humanity 
Rationality’s a thing of the past, and every time 
I think about it I get depressed and roll a spliff full of hash 
That’s right I’ll be alright, With some weed in my pipe


MR.WHATSHISNAME? - SUBURBAN SWORDSTYLE (prod. Chezzy Jay)

Lyrics:

I'm a dirty jewish rapper but I spit it impeccably
My pecker poking vaginas like we back in the seventies
No rubber no I don't love her only fuck her for like twenty dollars
Then they wonder why I got so many baby mommas
Pussy cheaper than a bag of cocaine
No shame, they know the brain is in the building MR.WHATSHISNAME?
The marijuana's flaming, semen spraying
This an orgy in the basement, I got to chain em'
Dominatrix beat the shit out of bitches they like it
Beg for more like they addicted to dick so don't fight it
Pin the hooker down stick a gun in her throat
While I fuck her the daughter watches next up, ready to go
She's only nineteen, her mom is thirty nine
I don't give a fuck I'll stick it in women who fully blind
Deaf, retarded, whatever I'm not picky I'm sort of grimy
Like a nineties tape of New York boom bap come find me.. 


MR.WHATSHISNAME? - DIRTY MACHETES Feat. Machete Trevy (prod. Pete Rock)

Johnny Thursday - Living In Hell (prod. Bazz)

Johnny Thursday - Intergalactic Aliens Ft. Berta (prod. Mr Drunk)

Johnny Thursday - Time Ft. Berta (prod. Mobster)

Johnny Thursday - Never Land Ft. Berta (prod. Freddie Joachim)

Johnny Thursday - Bohemian Ft. Berta (prod. Freddie Joachim)

Johnny Thursday - Cigarette Ft. Berta (prod. Freddie Joachim)

Johnny Thursday - JESUSBIRTH (prod. Mobster)

お父様 - Ōkami (prod. Daniel Worthy)

Jenna Marie - Hold Your Hand (prod. TV$H)

LUFFY 
Recorded, Mixed, Mastered by yours truly 
Released December 25th, 2016
Art by Pure Baking Soda
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