Was originally a freestyle with just me "Wisdom Teeth Freestyle" but then I got the homies in it. half my lyrics were freestyled which is why they kinda suck but I still like the track



[SPYRO]

there's days that I can't think about you
there's days that I can't see if you're true
there's days that I can't see through my head
there's days that I'd just rather be dead

Pickin up my bag and then I smack that
Countin up my bands can I attack that
Never know the plan I gotta fat cat
Knowin what im sayin gotta fact that

Shit goes down the road
Got the bleeds to throw
With the things we think we know
Gonna watch you grow
Gotta free the hoes
Clean off your nose
Fuck shit I'm cold
To the flame be shown

Bitch
I
Think i gotta fuckin say
You can go anyway you wanna play
You can row anytime you wanna stay
Through the row thinkin I don't wanna say
Death row almost every single day
All my words not freein any space
Pack it up when I put you in yo place
Shit cold ice cold call it chase

I don't think you know me
I don't think you know me
I don't think that I wanna be with you
when I don't even wanna be



[CRAIGGUSSI]

Hopping on a beat, then I make it mine
I got the world on my shoulders it give me sign
I won't fold
I walk how I want, I don't walk how I'm told,
don't walk in a fret cuz I don't fit the mold

don't like world that u made wit ur consequences
got lil bit of time, you cant stop the message
By the time I did quit, I could bag a little
middle of it, did hold it in n it'll

be alright,
pay off to the fight,
enjoy the night
got live a little, that I could be behind,

See ur father with arrangements,
What you doin for a payment,
You dance around my bullet like a stray man,
You just hating you just acting like a stray man

You're just a strain man



[DREAMCVST]

this is a young riot world (i don't think you know me)
i'm watching your lies unfurl (yeah i don't think you know me)
i don't think that i wanna be with you anymore 
lookin forward (i need a break)


i watch my life go down the drain
all this poison leakin into my brain
it's leaking into my brain
and all this fake shit-
you draggin me through hell
you just objectify me, put me on a shelf
who cares if ima kill myself?




(cover art done by me)

alveolar osteitis w/craiggussi & dreamcvst [prod. lethalneedle]

NAUSEOUS

SHOUTOUT EVERYONE WHO GAVE ADVICE N HELPED W THIS TRACK YOU KNOW WHO U ARE

(I didn't make this cover art!!!)

[SPYRO]

Nauseous, make yo bitch unconscious
put it in her face n now you think you gotta start shit

Cautious, make yo bitch unconscious
pull up to ur place n now you jumpin in the moshpit


[JREENJIA]

ye 
feelin fucking nauseous hearing that boys new tape uh
grab my pistol  finna hit you you gonna catch a fade uh
drop you dead, body's flowing red, call that accolade
be spittin flames, snorting cocaine, getting all the fame uh
got mad flow, spitting on the mic
Hating all the opps, they deserve no hype
They talkin smack, can't back it up
leave them in the dust, while counting my bucks
never stoop down to their level
keep proving myself, rise like a rebel
They'll try to bring me down, but I'll never break
Hating everyone, wasn't a mistake


[SPYRO + JREENJIA]

Nauseous, make yo bitch unconscious
put it in her face n now you think you gotta start shit

Cautious, make yo bitch unconscious
pull up to ur place n now you jumpin in the moshpit


[SPYRO]

Ten outta ten, hop in the Benz
think you can stop me, n think it again
you got no friends, I got sum mens 
think you can stop me, n think it again
Ten outta ten, hop in the Benz
think you can stop me, n think it again
you got no friends, I got sum mens 
think you can stop me n bababababada 

Oh Mcdonald, Oh Mcdonald
Fuck a chicken sandwich n they call me Ronald
Mayo on my dick n I won the fuckin lotto
can't get it out so I squeeze the fuckin bottle
Dick on my waist n I gotta fuckin back pack
Can't fuckin piss so I jerk it n I fap fap
Drink fuckin shit little poody wada bap bap
ugh ugh


NAUSEABOUND W/JREENJIA [PROD. QRYSTRAL]

SKUNK SKUNK UH OH STARTED SONG HALFWAY UH OH WAHHHWAHHHHH NO BUILD UP NO REAL INTRO?!? WAHHHHH WAHHH 

[SPYRO]

(INTRO?)
Oh no the song sounds bad cause
Cause we had to start it from the halfway point oh no
Oh no the song structure! Wahh wahh the song structure!
Yeah this songs gonna start from the halfw-

(VERSE)
Body bag, get the mag
Fuck you up no lookin back
Tell me I'm the fuckin man
Shoot you once can't fuckin stand

I don't fuckin play
But we in the fuckin play offs
Where you fuckin lay
Imma rip yo fuckin face off

I don't fuckin play
But we in the fuckin play offs
Where you fuckin stay
It's bout time we fuckin face off

Little pussy think he got a disease
Little pussy think he wanna be me
Oh you think he tryna step on the beat
Turn it up into a thousand degrees

Little pussy think he got a disease
Little pussy think he wanna be me
Oh you think he tryna step on the beat
Turn it up into a thousand degrees

I NEED A BREAK

[CRAIG]

(VERSE)
(loud inaudible screams)

(loud inaudible screams but slower)







(cover art done by me)

SKUNK암캐 W/CRAIGGUSSI [PROD. XIAO]

sorry for deleting, its back now.

I wanted a feature but couldn't get anyone on it. 

this might be my last song for a bit sadly, my mic is busted. I've had this mic for 3 or so years and only just recently got some use out of it for these past 3 songs.

enjoy this song while you can, might delete it still. I wanted a feature on it bad but couldn't find anyone who wanted to hop.

if by the end of the year I can't get a new mic or can't make any decent songs, then the eps done. only 3 songs and not at all the vision I wanted for this project. I had big expectations and a huge vision, and I was genuinely ready to go for it.

I invested money, alot of time, and had so much help from different people. I was determined to make this project work. I feel ashamed, and beyond demotivated. I'm ready to quit.

I'm sorry for disappointing everyone.

(cover art done by me)

shrimp on the bobby (prod.lmg)

[Part I]

(Lyrics)
Walkin back, to the place I called home
Talkin down to faces that I guess I never known
Sayin sorry, to the people think I grown 
Is it ever growin if I never wanna show?

I guess I'm not aware of my own damn thoughts
Easy to be scared when I can't tell what I want
There's a custody battle, and it's right out front
There's too much i think that'll, and it's never fuckin done

Who the fuck am I to say what people wanna fuckin think
Who the fuck decides what temperate we gotta fuckin sink
Not enough time to think about it what we fuckin bring
Numb to the pain, not even bullets leave a fuckin sting

Custody
Is it too much for me?
No bark I'll never bite
It's hard to see the light

[Part II]

(Poem)
If you're ever lost, deep in the woods created by your mind
Shadows engulfing thoughts, everything you've ever known left behind
Keep walking deeper, and create your own light
And you'll find the witch's castle, where individuals can shine

(Lyrics)
Everyday just feels the same
But I don't know it any other way
Everyday just feels the same
But I'm gonna make it anyway
And I'm tryin so hard
And I'm tryin so hard
Tryin so hard
Never thought I'd make it this far




(cover art done by me)

vtg rca Xl-100 crt (prod. dsktkg)

[PAPA SPYRO]

(CHORUS)

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven.
How many steps to get up to heaven.
Countin up my angel numbers,
Think I got eleven.
See the big man look around the shit is gettin heavy.


(VERSE)

Chain on the neck,
Hung up his seed.
Still made of wood,
Call it rosemary.

We do all the fight so it build up our own sediment.
If that's what he like why the fuck we doin what he can't.

7 more steps I'm a God damn sinner.
Greed round the back and it keeps gettin bigger.
How many more till he feels like a winner?
Think he got enough now he ain't sharin dinner.

I before he,
But not after C.
Bigger than God,
And youre thinkin of me.
You should be who you want,
And what the fuck you wanna be.
But they pray that you stop,
So get down and take a knee.

For the Greed.
You must.
Not feed.
This lust.
Your anger.
The rage.
Lock it up behind the cage before you taper.

This paper.
Dont gotta make her,
To pay for.
Dont gotta wait there,
To take fur.
Don't gotta break her,
Heartbreaker,
and that's for sure.


(CHORUS)

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven.
How many steps to get up to heaven.
Countin up my angel numbers,
Think I got eleven.
See the big man look around the shit is gettin heavy.




[THE DINKMASTER]

(VERSE)

1 2 3 4 5 6 69
they always pick it up after i drop the shit, right?
hock and spit hot loogies on them officers
never catch me in them common offices
i'm stomping on my stomp box and rocking til they're gone
god i wanna take a blade and lop my nose off
call that a nose job, i got no job
but i'm way too lucky to say there's no god
my mothers got breathing problems should have died in her sleep
now she's laid playing scrabble in a bed without a dream
what's she gonna do if she reaches retirement?
what i am i gonna do if she dies?
had violent tendencies had to lock em up in a box
cause she needs me to take care of her, she needs me to stop
could you tell an angel you're too busy playing god?
i can't stop moving, you're just the anchor that stops





Produced by Rama Low
Written and performed by Papa Spyro, & The Dinkmaster
Mixed by Papa Spyro

(cover art done by me)

ANGELNUMBERS W/THE DINKMASTER [P. RAMALOW]

THANK YOU DREAMCVST FOR MAKING THIS SONG AWESOME EVERYONE GO SEND THAT MF SOME LOVE 🙏🙏

Releasing on my birthday!!

I did the cover art btw its not real just a drawing

had.to.see w/dreamcvst [prod. neverforever]

IF THIS SONG FLOPS GONNA KEEP EVERYTHING IN THE VAULT IVE BEEN FALLING OFF 😭🙏

Lighter under steel
It's a spoonful of sugar
Hide it out of fear
It was doomed before yah took her
Lighter under steel
It's a spoonful of sugar
Hide it out of fear
It was doomed before yah took her

Owe her 1k but she only ask for thirty
So you complain, make sure your ass got tardy
Bill of exchange, poor bank account got dirty
Sugar, cut cane, where the cash is feelin worthy

Pack anyway, but you only burn the tips
Back in the day, when you smoked in front your kids
Askin what they say, but you made em shut thier lips
"Only left for milk, so your mom could hurt her tits" 

It's so wild that you're
So in denial in court
When that woman raised your kids, guess she a spiraling whore?
That defiled report
A man child would sport
He too fucked up in the head, from all that smile he snorts 

Runnin back to your pack
Where you say you couldn't do it
Make up facts earn a plaque
Those fake tears are all inclusive
Gettin pats on your back
For the shitty self excuses
Not a crack in your act
Little break, you're not abusive

Lighter under steel
It's a spoonful of sugar
Hide it out of fear
It was doomed before yah took her
Lighter under steel
It's a spoonful of sugar
Hide it out of fear
It was doomed before yah took her







I did vocals, mixing, n the cover art
shout out Craig for helping me figure this song out

JOHNNY.ENGLISH (PROD.JXTRHO)

all cover art done by me unless specified otherwise.


been privating songs I'm no longer proud of.




if you were featured on a song I privated, trust it was not your doing LMAO I ruined so many songs with my foul voice

Papa Spyro

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