Brace yourself for the most ignorant, hilarious, and disrespectfully raw roast track ever made. “Wanksta, Wanksta!” is the Ball Sack Boyz’ savage parody of wannabe white gangstas from the trailer park who talk tough, dress like failed rappers, and flex food stamps like they platinum chains.

Ball Sack Boyz go all in on this dirty, boom-bap beat — sprayin’ lyrical diarrhea all over fake thugs with no jobs, no game, and no clue. With 16 filthy verses and a hook that hits like expired malt liquor, this is pure comedy rap gold from the kings of cringe.

🎤 Explicit. Vulgar. Trailer-made.
🔥 100% Ball Sack Energy.

🔊 TURN IT UP and embrace the WANKSTA inside you.

Wanksta, Wanksta!

out here just rappin for the hell of it
hell you know it might blow and go sell a bit like
Cole on 2k14
raps so clean
image of a rappers wet dream
cuz the flow supreme
like clothes I've seen
the shit might be sheen but it don't feel like
the shit shouldn't be that skin tight
you losin customers, out here in ya XL sizes
2016 hell of a year
harambe's dead, dicks out for ya peers
snapchat stories of kids throwin back  beers
all scared to shit because college's near
and that means, real shit to fear
deep down thinkin more than it might appear
for the shit to look easy
in the outer image ain't no appeasing

gonna be on top soon x2
elevation x2

In LM but you could call it the Hills
Same druggies same cars same lack of a feel
Rich pricks w a car double parked on the sidewalk
Police don't ticket give em small talk
chase a dream set on a predesigned path
piles of debt stacked up on your behalf
give it 100 and then one more half
put you out broke, lying flat on your ass
and that's some shit, that's what they don't tell you
adults are just kids minus a few values
school to a job to life that seems to drown you
30 years nothing but life to pound you
but what do i know just a teenage kid
pent up behind a mic steady writing talkin shit
living day to day verse to verse hit to hit
see you in a few meg go take this bit

gonna be on top soon x2
elevation x2

so that's what we call it a true elevation
rise above the rest number one where we're placin
not in terms of ego just needed some air
rappers washed out w no hopes just all despair
just makin music you can play when you're alone
not afraid to blast it off the AUX or off ya phone
music that's all it is just off the dome
music that you jam to in all of ya homes
that when you're writing papers you don't feel like givin it up
hear the beat and hear the voice and hear the strength to toughen up
shit that when your heads down makes you turn it up
don't feel it in your ears but in ya mind and in ya gut
so welcome to the EP album number one
got meg w me this shit is what we run
jake in the booth putting fire w the gas
only one life, not here to take a pass

gonna be on top soon x2
elevation x2

Elevation (prod. atmosphere)

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who r u (feat. love-sadKiD) [prod. Halberd]

just some shitty voice note I recorded one morning with a broken heart. will probably delete soon. 

produced by https://soundcloud.com/man_huh, 
art by my friend Gabriel

not so fast..

mr. brightside.

The rocks on the bottom are cold when you first touch. 
Been on ‘em so long, it doesn’t bother me so much. 
I wake up and salvage what I can of my dreams 
before I splash some water onto my mood and have to leave. 
I take a step out, breathe. Sigh to release the pressure.
Physically, I’m present but my eyes keep tryna exit 
out the window. Picture myself anywhere but here. 
Need to turn off autopilot and remember I can steer 
but my floorboards creak. 
I haven’t had a normal conversation in like a week. 
Just “No, I don’t need a bag,” 
and “Thanks for swiping my card,” 
then try to get out as fast as I can 'fore I need to talk. 
Hurry the walk back before my body falls apart. 
Drop down onto my bed like why did I even start. 
As I slip back into slumber, I wonder 
where the why of it's all gone.
I keep coming back ‘cause I've been going so long.

The more I learn, 
the less I feel I know it.
Feelin’ like the less you know, 
the more I feel alright.
But somethin’ ‘bout that voice I hear reminds me 
that it’s only the beginning tonight.

I wanna write a love song but I can’t 
‘cause I can’t be around a girl without apologizing in advance 
for all the mistakes that I haven’t made, 
problems I haven’t caused. 
I self sabotage before I even get a chance to offer 
my hand in yours on a romantic walk through a national park.
I’d give you half of my heart if I wasn’t standing so far,
if I didn’t flash up my guard automatically 
when actually, I’d trade every star in the galaxy 
if it meant that the gravity 
couldn’t grab you and steal you away.
I just wish I had a reason to be feeling this way.
I just wish I had an address to send these letters to. 
‘Stead I fold them into airplanes, 
throw them and hope that they get to you. 
I wanna fall so you can catch me.
Cry into each other’s arms until it passes. 
I wish I could say that I’ll make you happy but I can’t.
I’ll try to figure out how ‘til I get the chance.

The more I learn, 
the less I feel I know it.
Feelin’ like the less you know, 
the more I feel alright.
But somethin’ ‘bout that voice I hear reminds me 
that it’s only the beginning to life.

Tears don’t mean a thing in the pouring rain.
I ain’t got nothin’ to lose. I got it all to gain.

the more i learn [prod. by mr. master]

On Spotify, iTunes, Google Play, etc.

Prod. @yungmaple
Mixed and Mastered by @iamhrtbrk
Cover Art by @iamhrtbrk

afterlife (prod. 🍁yungmaple🍁) [Available on Spotify & iTunes]

literally follow my main @love-sadkid if this song blows up again for no reason

Seasons

Marc Indigo - Back To Basics(remix)

special thanks to @lijofficial, @lordmatador, and @cloudzzz for this one. 
it's been a long time coming

days go by ft. lij (prod. risky patterns)

Lyric video out now!: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vCdNwuyB2dw

prod. @ibr
mix. @ibr
art. @headhaunter

Lyrics:
The screen door mesh framed the prologue perfectly/
as the clouds coiled into something more serpentine/
fervently, my eyes darted back and forth to catch a glimpse/
and managed to see something land beyond the glassy palaces/
dust rippled off speakers for emergency broadcasts/
as some unmarked vehicles were circling on past/
streaming different colored tape you're not allowed through/
all the while a vivid darkness swirling in the clouds brewed/
my stomach free fell every time I craned my neck/
peering up and out the world that maybe never paid its debts/
the weather vanes were bent from winds that seemed to change direction/
on a whim, impaling pretty songbirds onto tapered ends/
it started making sense when reporters stormed en masse/
cameras forward, prying up the boards, disclosing fortunes stashed/
but it was more than that, when they switched the channel/
to a discarnate voice saying more just hit the ground/

and so plentiful rumors sprout out the weeds/
trying to get a stranglehold on the brand new intrigue/
because it came from above and shimmered when it fell/
to here, shattering the facets of an upper realm/

I saw the silhouette of consequence/
up on the hill surveying the entire continent/
as many more fell, well into a countless digit/
peppering the field of view, the seeds that grew we're now infinite/
clouds were shifting more amorphic by the second/
like a portal pouring endless gemstones on the poor and helpless/
"pandemonium" could not express the event/
as the sand dunes were melting into a mess I've never beheld/
I shut the cover of my moisture trap manually/
the rattling up above had been addling my brain from back to front/
I could barely recognize the retooled, pelted ground/
that was beaten down beneath the steel wool textured clouds/
and I sat and stared up at the thriving storm that built a scenic view/
as ragged wires of light engulfed the night so unbelievable/
the water rushed around me, the strangest thing I've ever seen/
as the open door framed the epilogue expertly/

It Came From Above (prod. ibrahim)

prod. @officialbiosphere
mix. @atwood
art. @headhaunter


Tall tales - short attention span.


Lyrics:
It was a while ago but I used to make origami/
I used to fold washi paper into cranes for a hobby/
I formed their bodies with perfect angles and dog-eared corners/
making everything from Bengal Tigresses to pale Border Collies/

where you could pull their tails to make them flap their wings/
or pinch their necks to make them roar with their complex anatomies/
but that all came crashing down tragically when, well what happened is/
or was, a horrible freak paper cut accident/

so I tried out something different and practiced martial arts a bit/
transformed my legs and arms to armaments, an armistice I forged between my mind and body/
Karate chopping thick slabs of marble to marbles and
blocked a kick with nothing but thinking the thought of “I will block this kick”/

I fought and fought again, I’d always win/
until one day I fought the wrong sensei and somehow lost to him/
and then I figured I could use a new hobby fast/
when I woke in the ICU, mummified inside a full body cast/

so I tried out woodworking, and learned a thing or two/
about building birdhouses and a sanctuary for the endangered with the zoo/ 
and without nails or glue I built some perfect-fit architecture with versatile sandalwood/
that even termites wouldn’t dare to chew/

but the Steel Industry is a much different beast,
their countless inner rings of arsonists don’t like and fear anything built with trees/
so I got into magic with simple tricks/
err, I mean illusions, like how to make a yacht disappear without sinking it/

I put live rounds inside a real gun for every bullet I’d catch/
and I sawed a lower limb, double amputee woman in half/
but when your Transported Man has to trap, clones in tanks to drown/
they’ll take you out, pulled at the drop of a hat with a vanished act, but still, I’m safe and sound!/ 

but rules are rules so I was gone fishin’/
I threw a net and accidentally caught a dolphin pod in it/
I’ve got some FOMO, rowed from coast to coast/
and caught the Lochness Monster without my rod and then caught the Ogopogo with it/

I studied mutated fish in ponds near Chernobyl/
with evidence of Kraken tentacles adorning on our boat’s hull/
we stumbled on a whaling operation, so we thwarted them/
but let’s just say my fishing boat’ll never be seaborne again/

so I got into miming…/
then I tried out a comedy class to practice my - timing/
and I’d showcase new material at sold out shows on the weekend/
then I auditioned for SNL and they let me host for a season/

I popped up on the screen opposite promising Hollywood starlets with Oscar noms/
in romcoms with a record box office streak/
but my private pilot had the last laugh
when I cracked a joke and split his sides, and we were forced to crash land/

so I took the plunge and tried out diving, took a stab at fencing/
gave clay pigeon hunts a shot, and then I tried to tackle wrestling/
tried the chef thing but I let Gordon Ramsay ingest some foreign bodies/
so I’ve been thinking ‘bout getting back into origami/