Probably the goddamn greatest stunt song you'll hear today "STUNTS!" is an epic emotional filled rap created by 2 of the world's best performers with some of the greatest lyrics written by man. 

Beat: 90 Percent of Me - Boombap beat by Passion Hifi.

LYRICS: 
J-RAD:
Yeah yeah. It’s ya boy J-RAD. Reppin this beat with 50 Shadez. 
50 Shadez:
Yo whuddup?
J-RAD:
It’s time to get our stunt on!

Yeah we about to do something you’ve never seen,
tearin’ this shit up like you wouldn’t believe.
So kick back, relax, and enjoy the rhymes, 
better listen good caz we’ll be done in no time.
Yeah we be climbing, climbing straight to the top,
Shit goes bad when your wheels fall off.
But I guess that’s how it is, danger is the way, when you dedicate your life to stunts you put a name on a grave.

STUNTS! OH! X16

CHORUS:
Stuntin’ is my life! Stuntin’ is my life!
Yeah I love my stunts man, I do them all the time!
Stuntin’ is my life! Stuntin’ is my life!
I can’t explain why but I’ll do them til’ I die!
Stuntin’ is my life! Stuntin’ is my life!
I do them every day, it’s just somethin’ that I crave!
Stuntin’ is my life! Stuntin’ is my life!
And I’ll do them every day for the rest of my life!

50 Shadez:
I'm about to do a roly poly with precision,
I epitomise the word stunts,
no assistance is permitted,
except helmets and all other safety gear required,
don't wanna die but I accept this dangerous life style im off,
like a bike off a stunt ramp,
dont know if I'll land but I'm gonna try it im a stunt man!
And I've got one chance to do it right, alright.
Head first on this office chair into another one but damn,
that really bloody hurt my little head and now I'm crying,
but it's worth it cause the stunt I just pulled off is so inspiring.
Now there's sweat on my inner thighs,
barely surviving I'm kinda terrified,
as I'm riding a tiny frying pan down a staircase onto the tiles,
approaching my imminent and painful demise,
I put a Bandaid on my grazed knee,
stand up and head inside get a cuddle from mummy,
And I'm ready to reignite this fire they call stunts!

STUNTS! OH! x8 
Stuntin’ is my life! Stuntin’ is my life!
I do them every day, it’s just somethin’ that I crave!
Stuntin’ is my life! Stuntin’ is my life!
And I’ll do them every day for the rest of my life!

J-RAD:
I got one shot!
50 Shadez:
Gotta’ show you what I’ve got!
J-RAD:
It’s now or never man!
50 Shadez:
Doin’ stunts til the end!
Don’t care about no bruises!
J-RAD:
Don’t care about no looses.
50 Shadez:
The one thing that I know is that stunting is the loosest.
J-RAD:
Let’s kick it and rip it, let’s flip it and stick it, we are the kings of the world.
50 Shadez:
So don’t tell us any different, 
It’s all about the spirit.
It’s all about the mind, 
J-RAD and 50 Shadez:
If you try to tell me not to stunt you’re wasting your time!

CHORUS:
Stuntin’ is my life! Stuntin’ is my life!
Yeah I love my stunts man, I do them all the time!
Stuntin’ is my life! Stuntin’ is my life!
I can’t explain why but I’ll do them til’ I die!
Stuntin’ is my life! Stuntin’ is my life!
I do them every day, it’s just somethin’ that I crave!
Stuntin’ is my life! Stuntin’ is my life!
And I’ll do them every day for the rest of my life!

STUNTS!




STUNTS! - J-RAD & 50 Shadez

LYRICS:
(Chorus)
Yeah, I’m gonna take my horse to the hotel room, we’re gonna ride til we can’t no more. 
I’m gonna take my horse to the hotel room, we’re gonna ride til we can’t no more. 

My horse has got a sack, I have got a sack, we compare all our sacks, then give ourselves sack whacks.
I like doing crack, but I end up on my back, then begin to yack, I guess I shouldn’t do that.

Can’t nobody tell me nothing, my love for my horse is something.
Can’t nobody tell me nothing, my love for my horse is something.

My ute is filled with hay, you know what they say, everyone that eats this shit is pretty mother fucking gay.
I work until it's late, time to masturbate, oh my lord Jesus Christ I forgot to shut the gate. 

Can’t nobody tell me nothing, my love for my horse is something.
Can’t nobody tell me nothing, my love for my horse is something.

(Chorus)
Yeah, I’m gonna take my horse to the hotel room, we’re gonna ride til we can’t no more. 
I’m gonna take my horse to the hotel room, we’re gonna ride til we can’t no more. 

Cocaine, methane, few of my favourite things.
Spent a lot of money on my brand horsey.
Baby’s got a habit: fresh water and some hay.
Riding like a rodeo in my cheap shitty go kart. 
Got no stress except we need damn rain.
I’m like a big hoofed man, yes i’ll sit on that. 
Wish I could roll on back to that hotel room, I wanna ride til I can’t no more.

(Chorus)
Yeah, I’m gonna take my horse to the hotel room, we’re gonna ride til we can’t no more. 
I’m gonna take my horse to the hotel room, we’re gonna ride til we can’t no more.

Hotel Room - Single

Hotel Room (parody of Old Town Road - Remix)[Prod. Wxsterr]

LYRICS:
Isn’t my moms but it is my spaghetti.
No you can’t have any don’t get upsetti.
Never eat to much or you’ll get regretti.
Then throw up, make a mess like confetti.
When a kid says it they say basketti.
Flavour so strong its like magnetti.
Wanting to find a Jughead to my Betty.
I like that movie were Channing plays a yeti.

What the fuck is up with all that variety?
So many flavours, we live in a society.
Decisions, we living, so many to make.
These visions, misgiving, getting harder to take.
What the fuck which one do I buy?
Don’t wanna spend the money so I start to cry.
So hard to make but easy to spend.
Is it enough to make the mend?

I love spaghetti as much as I love my momma. (It’s true)
The flavours of that shit makes me wanna cumma. (Big oof)
I wonder how it would feel if i got up inna. (Probs good)
One way to found out if imma be a winna. (Lets do this)

Holy shit I just fucked some spaghetti.
What the actual fuck is wrong with me.
Oh my god I feel so fucked.
Guess it’s time to deconstruct.
Ah fuck it no one will care.
Some people will sit back and stare.
I’m not sexually into spaghetti right?
Blame it on the fact that I’m just another white.

Kinda wish that I was normal, but I act so fucking abnormal.
I’m weird, mum fears, christ i hope this doesn’t lead to tears.
I guess life's more fun this way? 
Don’t need friends no need to pray.
Why the fuck did this become so depressing?
This was about spaghet, but hey what a blessing.

Getting all them feelings out is really fucking good. (It’s true)
Guess it's time to face myself and fucking adulthood. (Nah I’m good)
Life’s not simple as it is for a fucking spaghetti tin. (It’s not)
I don’t want to end up out the back in the fucking bin. (But I do)

Tinned spaghetti, I am ready, going steady, this shits heavy, just go gently, but theres plenty, in the entry, in my twenties,  almost a century, very lengthy, it's elementary, but complementary from the lord up in the sky. Yeah. 

This songs dedicated to the one and only god, The Flying Spaghetti Monster.

spaghetti - Single

spaghetti

Recently my dogs were desexed and I was wondering how they'd be feeling and I wrote this song.

LYRICS:
Once attached to my body now i find them all alone?
Wouldn’t answer my calls even if they had a phone.
Took them right away, didn’t get to even say goodbye.
I’ve lost the biggest part of me it makes me want to cry.

How can I go on living? How can I live each day?
Knowing Iv’e like all my masculinity, but at least I’m not a stray.

Wheres my balls? Where my fuckin balls at bro?
Get my balls. Get my fuckin balls back bro.
Need that shit. Need my mother fucking sack bro.
Get them now. Get my fucking balls back bro.
Wheres my balls? Where my fuckin balls at bro?
Get my balls. Get my fuckin balls back bro.
Need that shit. Need my mother fucking sack bro.
Get them now. Get my fucking balls back bro.

Woke up one bright morning then get took away.
Some unfamiliar place, fuck I guess its time to pray.
Whats going on? What are they gonna do to me?
Little prick, then I’m out like that time i had fleas.
Woke up an hour later felt like part of me was gone.
Its like I was a sheep and had all of my wool shorn.
Once so perfect and now I’m questioning myself.
Will I recognise my own reflection or remember oneself.

How could a bird function without a beak?
How could an action figure exist without a geek?
Why does the sky change from light to dark everyday?
Why can’t people get free water? They wouldn’t have to pay?

Wheres my balls? Where my fuckin balls at bro?
Get my balls. Get my fuckin balls back bro.
Need that shit. Need my mother fucking sack bro.
Get them now. Get my fucking balls back bro.
Wheres my balls? Where my fuckin balls at bro?
Get my balls. Get my fuckin balls back bro.
Need that shit. Need my mother fucking sack bro.
Get them now. Get my fucking balls back bro.

One day you’re fine, feel like a king on a throne.
Then wake up, no balls and wearing a cone.
Couldn’t even lick them, fuck I’m gonna miss that.
The taste of my testicles, my own naked moll rat.
Whats the point even living? Whats there to lick now?
I’m gonna get my balls back, Im gonna make that vow.
But now what do I have down there to lick?
No balls but hey, at least I have my dick.

You were my only friend.
I’ll miss you until my journey ends.
I won’t forget the taste of my favourite snack.
I just really need my fucking balls back.

Wheres my balls? Where my fuckin balls at bro?
Get my balls. Get my fuckin balls back bro.
Need that shit. Need my mother fucking sack bro.
Get them now. Get my fucking balls back bro.

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