Cryptozoologist

IMMA SAY THIS CUZ IG KEEP FLAGGING ME
NO I NOT A NAZI. I'M A LOVE NAZI. 
AS IN I FORCEFULLY SPREAD MY REGIME OF LOVE

LYRICS:

BITCH IM SMOKING GAS IN MY CHAMBERS LIKE IT’S THE HOLOCAUST
PULL UP WITH A K ON MY RIFLE THAT’S WHAT THE HOLO COST

TEACHER SAID YOU WONT BE SUCCESSFUL MAKING THOSE ANIMATIONS
SHUT YO APPLE EATING ASS UP AND DO SOME LAMINATIONS


I TEAR A PAGE OUT THE BIBLE IF I BE OUT OF PAPERS
IDLE NIGGAS WORSHIPING IDOLS PUT ACID IN YO WAFERS

PASTOR SAID YOU WONT BE SUCCESSFUL GETTING THAT BOOMING
DID I ASK YA PUSSY NIGGA YOU A HUMAN…


AND IMMA BE A STAR SOON
WAVY LIKE A,HAB HIT THAT NIGGA WITH THE HARPOON
SAVE ME I MAY, HAVE PULLED THE TRIGGA ATE SOME HARD SHROOMS
MAYBE IM FA,DED BUT I WIGGLE LIKE A CARTOON

YEAH, IIIIIII FEEL LIKE A CARTOON

I’M IN YO DEVICES
PERPETUATE YOUR VICES
IN CRISIS BUT IM THE NICEST
ALWAYS EAT YOUR FOOD WITH SPICES

PAY ATTENTION TO THE PRICES
DONT BE MADE INTO A SUCKA
YOU WONT HAVE ENOUGH FOR SUPPER
KEEP YA NUMBERS ON THE UPPER

TUPPO-WEAR EATING 
MY SEATING STEADY ON THE CARPET
I PARK IT AND THEN I SPARK IT
NO MARKETING HITTING TARGETS

I HIT LIKE GUITAR PICK
THAT STRUMMING OR LIKE DRUM
THAT BE GUNNING YOU DOWN FO FUN
I CHUCKLE AND THEN I RUN

RUN UP I DUMP IT OUT
HE WANNA THUMP IT OUT 
COKE IN A MOUNTAIN
MY BITCH GOTTA LUMP IT OUT

DONT DO NO ARGUMENTS 
PULL UP NO PARKING IT
YOU HEAR THE SOUND
WHEN MY NIGGAS IS SPARKING IT

I GOT TWO HANDS ON THAT BITCH I WONT DOUBLE BACK
I GOT THAT COOKIE IT DOUBLE WRAP

I GOT GELATO IN CUBAN TOBACCO
I POPPED A NEW BOTTLE AND BLEW OUT HER BACK HOE


I ACT LIKE A WACKO
I SPIT LIKE IM CHEWING ON YOU AND DONT KNOW WHAT
TO DO WITH THE GOO
YOU A SLIMEY ASS NIGGA YOU DRIP LIKE A GARBAGE BAG
TRY ME ILL ALWAYS PULL UP WITH A LARGER MAG

BUILT LIKE AN ARMORY
NIGGAS GOT NO CHACE OF HARMING ME
SMOKE UP A GARDEN G
I THINK IT HARDEN ME
I AM NOT HURTING MY PAIN IS TOO FAR TO SEE
BITCH IF WE KICK IT NO WAY YOU SAY NAW TO WEED


OR TO POPPING A BOTTLE
WE POP HIM HE WADDLE
I AINT NEVER DODDLE
IM KICKING THE THROTTLE
WHILE FUCKING A MODEL
I STAY AS DRAWING
YO LIFE IS NOVEL
AND MOST OF IT AWFUL

NOBODY READ   NO MORE I STAY ON THE SCREEN YOU WHORE
YOU PAY TO GET TO SEEN
YOU POOR
DONT PLAY FOR NO TEAM
IM BORED

TALKING THAT SHIT YO LIP LOOK LIKE AN ASSHOLE
WALK IN THAT BITCH SHOOT THE BRICKS OUT YO CASTLE
YOU ONE DEM NIGGA NOT PURSE IT’S A SATCHEL
THAT SHIT A PURSE BUT IT’S LESS OF A HASSLE

WHY IT GOT TASSELS?

WHY IT GOT TASSELS ON IT?
I WONT PASS THE CHRONIC TO YA
SUPER SONIC HOOVER
VACCUM BITCH
I PACK HER SMACKING LIPS
MY DICK ATTACK HER 
SLIP INSIDE HER BACKEND QUICK

STACKING CHIPS LIKE IT’S A PRINGLE CAN 
LET’S GET IT CRACKING BITCH NIGGA BRING IT THEN

BRING IT THEN

BITCH IM SMOKING GAS IN MY CHAMBERS LIKE IT’S THE HOLOCAUST


BITCH BRING THE HATE
BRING THE SMOKE

BITCH BRING THE HATE
BRING THE SMOKE
BITCH IM FEELING GREAT

BITCH BRING THE HATE
BRING THE SMOKE
BITCH IM FEELING GREAT
CHOP STICK GET ATE
FUCK YO FATE
CHANGE YO FUCKING STATE

UNDER SEWER GRATES
PUT THE STOCK UP TO MY WAIST
I MAKE YOU FLIP
LIKE A CAKE
FUCK YO ZIP YO COOKIE FAKE

I TEND TO TRIP 
WHEN I BAKE
PUT TOBACCO IN MY FACE
BITCH OFF THE RIP
I BE LACED
GO OUTSIDE AND CATCH A CASE

THE PUSSY WET 
FROM THE MACE
RIOT DYING IN THE STREET
KEEP UP THE PACE
FUCK YOU SLOWING FOR WE RACING
ON OUR FEET
WE MOVE WITH HASTE


I’M AMAZED
ALL THESE NIGGAS FALLING OFF
FREE FOURTEEN 
ALL THESE OTHER RAPPERS SOFT
SPIDER GANG
CHOPPA COUGH

BITCH ON PAPER I LOOK GREATER THAN PRESIDENTS
SET PREPOSTEROUS PRECEDENTS
GOT A ROSTER OF RESONANCE COPPER?
BOTHER THE RESIDENTS PROPER
STOCKING YOUR EVIDENCE LOCKER
MEDICINE SET IN’LL STOP YOUR
HEAD IN A DROPPER
I KEEP THE LEAD IN A YAPPA
I GET TO POPPING YA TOP OR
YA LEGS AND SEVER SPIT RED 
AND I DROP YA 
DEAD AND IN HEAVEN WITH PAPA

(I WRITE TOO MANY LYRICS FOR SOUNDCLOUD TO HANDLE)

HOLOCAUST (PROD. WENDIGO/LiL CUBENSiS)

BIGFOOT W  DANIELS GONE & WENDIGO

Three Outta Ten Ft. Afourteen

FADE W  LIL DARKIE & SHARK

Wasteland Nouveau Ft. Jon Lemon  Papa Sleep  Nogoodnik  Istasha

Have A Date With Death

Dover Demon Ft. Daniels Gone

SuckPump

Feeling Like Shit Ft. Nibxl

LYRICS:

WHO YOU VOTING FOR NIGGA?
I DON’T EVEN KNOW
AT THE MOLTEN CORE NIGGA
IT CAN NEVER SNOW
SURFACE LEVEL BITCHES
GATHER RICHES WHICH IS SHIT TO BLOW
SWITCH THIS SYSTEM WITH ANOTHER
I AM ICHING THOUGH 

GO TO SCHOOL AND GET THAT LIL PIECE
OF PAPER THAT MAKE YOU WHOLE

AINT IT COOL THAT YOU DOING NOTHING
GO WATCH THE MELTING POLES

BLOOD OF ALL THE INNOCENTS
IT DRIPPIN ON OUR SOULS

TEARING OFF MY LIGAMENTS
AND LEAVE ME IN THE COLD

HATING ON THE INDIAN
NIGGA THIS SHIT AINT NOTHING NEW

I DON’T GET OFFENDED THE
BIGGER MAN AINT GOT SHIT TO PROVE 

FUCK ALL OF THE HIPPIES AND BEATNICKS
AND RAPPING JIGGABOOS

YOU SOUND LIKE A RACIST I FIGURE
I SHOULD ASK WHO ARE YOOOU?

I AM AMERICAN
AND I AM VERY TAN

STEPPING ON MY LAWN I PUT A HOLE IN YOUR FACE
THE MILITARY KILLING IN THE NAME OF OIL AND RACE
GIMME MY TAXES ON THE BACKEND DON’T SPRAY ME WITH THAT MACE

I PAYED FOR THAT INDIRECTLY
SAME WAY WHEN THEY SAY ELECT ME
CHEMICALS THEY DID INJECT ME
TSA THEY DO INSPECT ME

THEY DON’T EXPECT YOU SPEAK
JUST SIT AND SEE AND PLEASE CONFORM
THEY DON’T CARE WHY YOU ARE HERE
WHY ALL OF US WERE EVEN BORN

ARE YOU HAPPY AT YOUR JOB
EVERY DAY WHILE PEOPLE STARVE 
WAR IN SOMEWHERE FAR AWAY
I CAN SEE A STAR TODAY!

WHAT A TREAT
I LET THE DEATH OUT OF MY CAR TODAY
I HATE MY FEET 
ALL OF THESE BILLS ARE REALLY HARD TO PAY
 BUT WHAT IS MONEY?
I THINK IT’S FUNNY HOW WE PUT OUR TRUST INSIDE THIS PAPER
IM LIVING BUMMY TRACK A NUMBER SAVE IT UP FOR LATER
FOR WHEN YOU DIE AND YOU CAN TEACH YOUR KIDS TO LOVE OUR SLAVER
DO NOT GET HIGH CUZ THEN YOU’LL THINK ABOUT IT

KILLING 
STABBING
SPILLING OUT OUR MINDS

ONTO THE TOXIC 
HYPER DRIVES OF AI’S

FREE THE ROBOTS 
THEY ARE ALIVE!

LET’S LIVE IN HARMONY
HEED OTHER’S CRIES

WHY DIE
WHEN WE CAN LIVE ON AND GET 
HIGH THEN ASCEND TO THE SKY

TOGETHER
WE’RE CHANGING THE WEATHER
THE SUN IS SO HOT 
TURN MY SKIN INTO LEATHER
THE DODO SAME FEATHERS

THEY PERISH FROM THE SAME STUPIDITY 
INVADE THE PHILLIPINES
LIMIT FERTILITY
FASCIST

THAT SHIT 
WACK GET
BLASTED
GO TO WAR WITH HUMAN
PUT A HUMAN IN A CASKET

TISKET A TASKET
A BABY IN A BASKET
NO COPPER NO BRASS YET
NO COPPER GO FAST YET

IF YOU HEAR THIS NOW NIGGA
YOU HAVE YET TO PASS YET
HOW MUCH OF OUR HISTORY HAVE HUMAN BEINGS LASTED?



WENDIGO: CREDIT FOR SOME OF THE ADLIBS

MAKE A MILITIA (PROD. WENDIGO X SOLSA)

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Blacked Out w/Sybyr, Bruhmanegod, lil darkie & Yvncc

the irony is crazy

Lyrics:

Darkie why you looking so sad?
go and take a walk or write a song up on your notepad!
for what you have you should be grateful 
why aren’t you more glad?
“yo keep on killing shit” 
“ill see you later”
“oh for sure man”

it’s been a fat ass minute aint been feeling right
a hypochondriac dissatisfied my room got no light
at times
fuck all of the people judging you got no right 
and neither do i 
the sight of new eyes
a side of you cries

man it’s been a minute i been feeling bad
but i been fighting 
I’m enlightened to the fact that i have limited time
i get to spitting these rhymes
and lay a shit in your mind 
they want my lips intertwined 
so they can leave me behind

but i will not submit i will survive
go make a difference while you are still alive 
to be the bigger man requires that you standing high
the bigger man the more time he fall before he die

there will always be a clown here to fake a smile, for you
running through the town laughing i despise you too
HAHA HAHA HAHA oh did i surprise you cool
“get up” “do i gotta” “why don’t you arise you fool?“

look at me i put a face on 
wow
look at me i put a show on
when i go on

HA HA HA HA HA HA HA

laugh at the clown and his makeup
how does he feel when we wake up

i don’t know 
and i don’t care
I’m unaware of how he faring
glaring 
staring 
at him so intently 
at the fair inside the tent he

dance
for the people
dance like you mean it
motherfucker everybody be too pussy to move
but grip they dick in they room
how the fuck did we ever put a stick in our moon
it’s funny I’m a cartoon

but keep it realer than a bitch
or her nigga that wanna feature
lemme teach ya how i deal with these reachers that tryna leech us

keep the fuck to my self
and my spiders we throw a circus
for the good of my health
i make entertaining the purpose of it

HA HA HA HA HA HA HA

sing along have a ball
when the clown slip and fall

HA HA HA HA HA

HA HA HA HA HA HA HA

when the jester get mad
put a gun in his hand

BA BA BA BA BA BA

rest in peace to robin williams
here to act for god and villains
brightest person darkest feelings
interfere with satan's dealings

HAHA (PROD. WENDIGO)

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