Some shit I made with Scott Urquhart a while ago

Godzilla!

Plastic 40

just puttin this up so my homies can hear it and (hopefully) write raps to it.

Skull Kreek Beat, work in progress

Fat Shrimp Sack

Shrimp Salesmen

Shrimp Pimps

beats by nile

lyrics
only feel alive when I'm killin myself,
only feel alive if somebody else is dyin,
only feel real when I'm lyin
my ass off
bout the cash and the crops that I got in stock with me,
THC and OE made a mockerey of me
but at the end of the gangster oddyysey we see,
OLD
DOG,
chillin
fayettevillian,
just way out of fayetteville then
we all drivin benz
that carry rimbs,
timbs carry us everywhere we stand,
grand stand, fill the lands with seats
sippin on the syrup, so sweet
same skull kreek, but the talisman got gold links
we rise and fall like cold heat
we made cream,
so we pissin in the main streem it seems
DC
DOUBLE CHEESE
I trouble MCs,
my style ain't humble you see,
I step onto the scene,
I'm the last man standin
rest is packs of bitches and crab spittas,
gift ya gab next christmas,
noone want the shit
run up and dump the clip,
if you think you got the shrimp.
I'll take my chances,
your chances ain't likely
my rappin stances invite Gs
and OEs and Dro Weeds
a super nova colder than minesotta, movin over the seas
bitches know who I be
SKE
LET
ON KING
Most MCs breathe last when we mobbin
then we fall back to the coffins
straight neck choppin
these mothafuckas on the soft end
my heart's hard as rocks, been
that way a while
don't be fooled by my soft eyes and casual style
I'm actually the problem child,
turned delinquent juvenile,
turned bad man, then burnt up in a pile,
with the rest of the young ones that acted wild
but shrimpgod passed it down,
he said this is not your ending
you gonna buy big things,
take your crew, tell em to move in sync,
and everything you've ever dreamed,
will come true,
that's if the syrup way sweet.
now we lay in the street,
AK in the next seat
on wait for these bitches that think they got beats-
when we next meet,
necks leak
nah, man, you know who I be
OLD
SHARP
same old raw think
with a pot stink
tryin to defeat
what I see when I blink
so I waste ink.
Show up lookin indiscreet,
two drinks,
new weed on repeat,
who seen my EP?
I think I lost it 'round 2003,
or maybe in the ninties
whatever fuck it,
I kick buckets blindly,
mothafucka just try to nevermind me
you ain't high as he
I been raisin up like osiris,
then raisin back up osiris
everyone sippin these cups like it's virus
blunt, blunt, bow down to the tyrants
look to my iris
my feet never touch the fuckin ground, I'm too fly bitch
autopilot, I might jist
kill the lottof you,
or I might show the real to all of you
but I don't know which one you'd rather have me do-
death is fucked up, true
but when you see things the way I do-
that's fucked up, too
much worse, as a matter of fact
cuz you'll live your life, cursed knowin you're fatter than that
whack bullcrap
soon as you realize this,
the weed pass back
and you're too fuckin trashed,
and they all talk like this, but you do like that
and you're caught up in the past,
and you bought up all the stash,
and now you're outta cash
and it's 5 AM, but you're not quite outta gas
guess I'll play the beat and sit back
it's so sickly sweet, I can't resist repeat

guess I'll play the beat and sit back
it's so sickly sweet, I can't resist repeat

Sweet Syrup (Crustacean on Land)

beats by wilson

lyrics
I'm passed down like a virus
ressurect like osiris
I eye bitch,
aye aye bitch,
I'm quite high, spliffed
wine sipped
to it's entirety
I stumble through the streets tiredly,
cops only stop to admire me
damn, he's skull kreek
ain't missed a beat,
watch his fuckin feet,
it's like he invented concrete
I get em spinnin in they seats
just from the venom in my speech
my opinion is the path of least
resistance
so I'm right in any instance
quite lifted,
like the mention of me
would probly raise the mentioner a few feet
oot
weed
chillin on the stoop till I succeed
and they know who I be
but I already glow like dro weed
mountain quite steep
but I climb it while countin sheep
drowned in sleep
I pound the heat
at any clown who speak
round and round I seek
for somethin real as me
none that I can see
so
sip the rum, drunk priest
I teach the gospel
just gimme all your booze
and you can be my apostle
trust me bitch, I'm older than fossils
I got the truth rockin through my tonsils,

I put rubble where the pillars were,
I'm fire on all cylinders,
make the whole fayettevillage hurt
no love when I pillaged her
I just couldn't handle feelin any worse
casual villian with the throwup on his shirt



never grow up, never do any work
and whatever you do, keep calm   x2


Cylinder Red (Keep Calm)

Daydrunk

beat by Myekey, check out his music, it's very good.

Sadboy (full length)

CRAWPASTA FREESTYLE

Life's A Bitch

Random Freestyle

shout out to $hrimpgod for the beat, shout out to my ex for the feels

One Day

Tryin to get back to the real shit, so I downloaded a bunch of J Dilla beats. Here's the first (rough) ten minutes of what will probly become a longer (better) product.

J Killa Part 1 - 5

J Killa Part 6

here's the beat https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=c4ZXedCv0zo 

Faceless

check out the producer https://soundcloud.com/shrimpsquvd

Stub Your Toe (bitch) prod. by CHVR

here's the beat https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BK0iiSeeuFA&list=PLP5azSijzSzgiGz5ao8alLe97SroHbnoL&spfreload=1

Three Sip Mafia

Here's where I got the beat. Please don't sue me, abilities https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KkYafDLmPsY

Star Destroyer

Shut The Fuck Up

J Killa part 7

Skeleton King

Skull Kreek Shit

lyrics

realest motherfucker since edipus,
oh wait you ain't literate
Said it all on my last track-
oh wait you ain't heard of it
just nod your head to the beat-
oh wait I done murdered it

Personally, pursue pussy n props much
I'm not some prop that was propped up
and he postal on a pulpit
antipope movement
posted, posture is posthuman
proceed to post new shit
post script, I'm super seed, I'll prove it
suppose his prose pop,
picture poets knocked
pallbearers deposit punks in their plots
while I plot
profits, 3pac
drop triple prong shit
the pronouns all pissed
as pimp approach the pinnacle, piss drunk
prisent me with shrimp n pussy n tits, love
present was set by precidents,
pressed while pinchin past presidents
symp best sense they all plebian
or glimpse the unpleasantest pestilence

N I'm still pulpin all these pulplits
antipope movement
approach pimp walk, m' posture is posthuman

personally, pursue pussy n props much
I'm not some prop that was propped up
glimpse me in person, propose punks go drop duck

Antipope Movement

3pacolypse, how?

Hand to the Air

Twenty year old amateur rapper from small college town in Arkansas. @Sadboy_Shrek
AKA Young Sharp AKA MC Pizzaface AKA Da Masta Blasta AKA Shiva the Destroyer AKA 3Pac AKA Microphone-eous Maximus AKA Henry Hennesy AKA Evil Williams AKA Big Brotha Thunda AKA Scumbag Sharp AKA King Henry wif Da Fiff AKA Spaceman Spliff AKA Skeleton King AKA Muddy Chucks AKA DC Double Cheese AKA Old Dog AKA 

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