Inspired by the awesome work of BucketHead, showing Love, and I wanted to make some of his riffs 'rap-able' : 

The Cuckoo Clocks of Hell is the thirteenth studio album by guitarist Buckethead. It was released on April 20, 2004 via Disembodied Records 

4. Fountains Of The Forgotten REMIX

2. Spokes For The Wheel Of Torment Remix

inspired by Jackie Wilson and my grandfather Ozell. prod. by Peter Write., with $teady Grind ENT.
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07 - Reet Petite - Jackie ILLson

inspired by Bobby Womack. rip Prod. by Peter Write. $teady Grind ENT. Peter's Write Show. Im a big fan of his work and persistence.

08 - Im Gonna Forget About You - The Valentinos

01 - I Dont Know - Bobby WOAHmack

OH BABY! 

PETER WRITE: Boy I'm from the wilderness/ next to the cow piss/ berries on the barb wire/ the town set slaves on fire/oh, I Hit you with the Adam west batarang /touch the neck of my prey with silver fangs/ when I get A car, I want one of them blue thangs / I'm bout to see hi-c (R.Loco) / EHonda paint on my cheeks/ niggas got millions but still be weak/ old men feeling obsolete / baby boys still learning how to fuck/ and I catch chickens with my hands and pluck/touch a rattlesnake with guts and luck (El Escorpion Trail) / my tie tied like Howard the duck/ no change for the bus/ guess I'm skating from Hollywood to Inglewood/ when I chatted with Suge it was over a turkey burger (Topanga Carls Jr) / there was no mention of murder/ like we killing this track 

O$B: 

DANI BRA$CO:

A BIT OF BLACK BLOOD PT. 1

OH BABY - PETER WRITE., O$B, DANI BRA$CO

TALK SHIT LIKE CASSIUS: 

VERSE1-They need to apologize and repent/ I'm after companies that cock block on letting we win / I'm after weed and rent / your Adam's apples absent, fuck ya neck protect ya checks i want the money more than sex, my granny needs a new fridge , that shits a wreck and the carpenter fucked up the specs on the deck/ money power and respect / latch on like a pit fresh out the vet / pass on your turn, now exit nigga we next/ and these rappin bitches bout to be my pet/ shots in the cheeks make a niggas knees weak and his mouth wet/ and they throwing away the cash let me intercept/ Ronnie Lott I'm in the game givin it all I got / with what Ive been given/ I was disciplined but dummies started dissin/ now that's fuckin with nuclear fission/ people are blind and can't find us to listen / so here's a berry bomb in your toilet while u pissin / they want it to all stop is what they wishin/ but here's some pennies for my thoughts i pour in the porcelain pool , go fishin fool 
VERSE2- The amount of soul in my body could fatten a thousand leeches/ there's more rhymes than sand on beaches/ in the vault that holds past written speeches/ as I come up, competition is compelled to be speechless/ pour the weed in a mahogany manger/ then smile in the face of danger/ the heights are reach-less to snails with slimy features/ there's a hell for certain for pedophile preachers/ and vermin like victim eating creatures/ I ran the length to heaven on the bleachers/ as they sucked every pop mcs Dick thru the speakers/ when a laker girl squirts, that's a LA leaker/ when the goin gets hurt , put in more work/ the pain comes second/ it's the porn star section/ die hard erection/ every Day I wake up and give the game a thorough inspection/ stethoscope on the heart of the beat/ I'm not a doc., I'm more like a ancient astronaut/ if I'm not in the top 20, you got yourself a weak theory/ the gods speak near me/ you only talk to Siri/ join me,and let thy anoint thee/ 
VERSE3-Art with no expiration date never gets stale/ all hail Basquiat Braille / it's either Big men, or scorched fleas / Torch weeds/ Warp speed/ with the long bottom dwarf steez/ my body worth / very valuable on the crust and in center earth/ don't look at my life and try to audit/ I'll make ya eyes into black olives/ it's Peter Man with a black spray paint can/ mouth in the middle of the hand/ make a devil cry nights right where he stands/ keep the hat brim glazed over my eyes/ bitches can't seem to see thru my disguise/ ill paint the town black before the sun falls/ and smoke around the block cradled by city walls/ actually when Naturally medicated im higher than the hair on Paul / tekken/ weapon / smith and Wesson /lesson/ Michael Westen / c4 testing/ wi-fi connection/ time to heat it up,jive turkey intestines 
VERSE4- look at all the weak bodies in the twin beds/ as I blow up the hospital jokered up wearing keds/ blame it on the meds/ in this frequency I'll never be dead/ watch me tear the demon horns from the minataurs head/ so that I may see the mind of a beast/ it should be a little like mine at the least/ let me flex and let me feast 
VERSE5: Talk shit like Cassius / smoke an enemies ashes > front of the line, we cuttin , no passes/ head butt a nigga , shattered glasses / been moving masses since I left Dallas/ I'm mr. P T got the gold chains / I just got silver to pierce a werewolfs frame/ and garlic to burn a vampiric man till he's maimed / and I got angel Semen that a drown a demon/ helium hisses the earth is steaming / but how could Cali fall off when we here ,they nega dreamin <Talk shit like Cassius / smoke an enemies ashes > I'm mega Beamin these bars to slaves and freed men/ seeds and earths children / the rhymes from the lungs are leviathan lava like/ no matter the leave from the mic it's still like riding a bike / or staring down the sight / or going towards the light /

TALK SHIT LIKE CASSIUS - PETER WRITE.

THEY GET BETTER PREPARED/ FT. O$B 

PETER WRITE.: You's best get better prepared cuz I got all sorts of toys in my lair/ My brain is scanning/ Peter like batman with the planning/ I keep some kryptonite kush for me and my super man pals/ I keep the flowers watered for my gal/ on a park avenue block the meat is halal /in front of Waldorf I smoke a blunt as big as Yao/ I'm prepared to smuggle my drugs ouuut/ you ask where do I be? Well let's see, Usually in some alley/ and i never leave the house without my honor or my katana/ at opportunity i jump, like an African fauna / dressed in dark colors , is how I prepare to get on ya/ I'm prepared to fall cuz I land on my claws/ be prepared to bring a reading glass for the small print in the Claus/ 

O$B:

THEY GET BETTER PREPARED - PETER WRITE., O$B

SERIOUSLY BRO: 

I'm really serious about this shit bro/ 
I get the mic and then I let the flows go/ 
I'm very curious about the music biz/ 
But I don't really have no time to play around with kids/ 
I'm bass reeves with a lasso/ happy ending with my woman ; Django / themyscirian gadot rope glow/ cinder instinctual pyro/ niggas sweet and bleed faygo/gotta catalog, me and brasco, lay low / the underground records on its own accord/ no label say so/ ain't nobody fuckin with, all of my pineal/ Santa Clarita diet, I'm eating out/ 
I'm really serious about this shit bro/ 
I get the mic and then I let the flows go/ 
I'm very curious about the music biz/ 
But I don't really have no time to play around with kids/ 
i am very dangerous, you gone need allah/ and new edition mama lala/ you will assume I need the best room/ you will supply the drugs for my high/ you will learn this is serious business/ can I get a witness/ can I get a hostage/ with a side of helicopter low mileage/ I'm a capable pilot/ a missile heat guided 
I'm really serious about this shit bro/ 
I get the mic and then I let the flows go/ 
I'm very curious about the music biz/ 
But I don't really have no time to play around with kids/ 
enter the universe thru my eyelids/ I mentor and train all of my sidekicks/ they know to go on to be their own hero/ I raise each verse on some acres/ I supply each rhyme with a taser/ do you wanna be my entre/ big sword devil may cry Dante/ do you comply hombre/ I keep all my masters in the ashtray/ casino lucky matches for the burning of the evidence/ a melting microphone is such a sexy scent /

SERIOUSLY BRO - PETER WRITE.

WHEN I TOUCH YOUR THIGH: 

When I touch your thigh/ look me in me eye/ 
Treat me well and you may find living water in the well/ if I treat you well it is backed by a positive universe as well/ my beautiful woman please stay/ I've forgotten names of women along the way/ and I'm sure their children have forgotten how we used to play/ I make my own family today/ to you and you i wish you love in your life/ but you got to have yourself right/ taking care of yourself is hardwork/ making sure your baby don't get hurt is even more work/ I take my shirt off and place it on a puddle/ and have my girl walk over the struggle/ when the world is shitty/ I know I can come home and, look at some tittys/ I know I can bring her a flower and it won't die/ time stands still when we fly / when I touch your thigh/ look me in my eye/ 
Pretty toes and skin glow/ tight jeans and coffee beans/ coconut oil corn cobs on boil/ shampoo hair smell in my nose/ girl hurry up and come out them clothes/ bedsheets everywhere/ I done fucked up your hair/ look me in good eye/ and know that I love you, with all my heart I try / when I put my hands on your back/ see a universe backdrop black / I'm captain jack sparrow after your booty/ map book ruby/ make a private movie/ hard liquor nuthin fruity / when I'm out on the block you can still feel me near/ that's a soul connection crystal clear 
When I touch your thigh / look me in my eye

WHEN I TOUCH YOUR THIGH - PETER WRITE.

ALL I GOTTA DO IS RAISE MY POWER UP 

I'm R L stine with the rhyme book spines/ I'm feelin R L ish next in line/ lyrically I manufacture goosebumps/ and take dumps on trumps/ truffles under stumps / booty cheek eater, I Count Dracula mount my lady's rump/ my ki blasts are dark like don cheadle/man fan damn you're Dan your blasts are so feeble / don't get to my level , surpass me / but I'll never fall off, don't sass me / I'm tryin to drink sarsaparilla on a sunny beach south of Manila / I need to find art bell / then off to a wakandan trail/ tchaka with the latkes / baraka with the gotcha / goonies long coat with the gadgets/ bass turnt up neighbors know I got the racket/ I heard there's niggas not writing their own bars / they pullin poet hands outta jars/ I been doin this before bags of stress on saticoy/ now I need a pond where the coy fish are coy / and silver stacked up by the Troy / and race horses in the barn fuck with the boy, fuck boy / bitches pissin on the curb while I'm puffin herb ashin in a can of surge / in all black I'm the dread pirate Roberts the scourge /when I sword shop I splurge / if a cop asks me sumthin I'm a Spanish speaking dark Cuban / 
que ¿ keep movin / I was a maverick before dirk and the white guy from lethal weapon 7/ I wore wranglers and Stetson / shalacked chitlins in a winter with no mittens / grits in the kitchen / some screws loose when my body needs fixin /numb the pain split the gar keep twistin / God made my heart with a hundred Pistons / all I need to do is raise my power up

ALL I GOTTA DO IS RAISE MY POWER UP - PETER WRITE.

WE BOUT TO HAVE A GOOD TIME!: 

We bout to have a good time, 
You bout to get a good line 
Totoro goro / all black fur tho/ relaxed on furlough/ all black suit like zorro / the sword play is thorough/ the hand shakes are plural/ to achieve big dreams in your big head is to accomplish big feats/ bobbys world feet/ vintage howie mandel with the curls/ my gurl got scentened can-dells with the pearls/ we bout to have a good time/ have a few drinks and try not to earl/ the soil conceals time as the sun stays sublime/life comes from the soul as the moon climbs / im a busy being , you know just being/ in a world with devilish deals/ and obstacles taller than Taylor swift in heels/ 
But we bout to have a good time/ 
You bout to get a good line 
The swinging pendulum of time makes blood dry and powder, as if it were cinnamon/ 
There's Bodies burdened and riddled with blows from 5 deadly venoms/ but tonight we bout to have a good night/ you bout to feel alright/ just follow me as we jump on a train and land it/ just not near the tunnel , said the bandit/ follow me thru Bandcamp / you get my music there to start the party/ now you know, you're a smarty/ you want that bass line?/ well don't be tardy 
We bout have a good time 
You bout to get a good line

WE BOUT TO HAVE A GOOD TIME! - PETER WRITE.

ON MY WAVE / FT. DANI BRA$CO 

DANI BRA$CO: 

PETER WRITE.: We weapons you can go to war with/ I'm Corbin Dallas with the orbit / before the times of cordless/ and a black POTUS / and Moses / hip hop lived / all the sweat and tears We give/ is a charitable task for the craft/ weed wacker to make a new path/ I used to trust the math/ but now the numbers seem to clash/ and so I invest more in the literature/ I'm Troy McClure with the v neck / the boy pure with the rhymes, respect / my locks see no weave or die/ your crocs to me are not fly / these niggas out here wearin uggs / stranger danger radar, niggas could be bugs

ON MY WAVE - DANI BRA$CO, PETER WRITE.

CLOSE THE PORTAL 

dead skeleton birds crash into my window/ I gotta close the portal but it's not that simple/ 
I'm working out, raising the bar like Oliver Queen (CW Arrow) / DJ Screw; I stay Lean / sexy / smoke a spliff South of Oak Cliff via time rift/ Mask Off; SaiyaMan to Mystic (dbs) / the bars diffuse any mischief/ these little niggas misfits/ it's Peter, I eat Imaginary Food (Robin Williams) / I just got a autograph from Ryu (Kyle Hebert) / I do unpractical things like enter a tournament with no practice/ like call a man an actress/ like represent you in court, without a tie/ Anthony Hamilton made me cry/ coming from where I'm from I remember hearing rats in the attic/ stray dogs and crack addicts/ I remember jams and preserves/ Code Veronica and blue herbs (Dreamcast) / now I picture me literally lit in Rari (Ferrari) / see the sky thru the roof so starry/ as I sit, I tell a good story / now take some time to picture me in a Daloree (DeLorean)/ 
dead skeleton birds crash into my window/ I gotta close the portal but it's not that simple/ 
trick the music industry ref. Dr strange Doramamu/ what's behind door #4? guerrilla glue (Mary Jane) / I never had a problem staying true/ I can't say the same for the lot of you / when I dabble in r&b I got the Temptation steps/ I got the 5 HeartBeat box toy set (Robert Townsend)/ when I pull out the Sydney Poitier perm (The Long Ship) / you know the guillotine bout to make you food for the worms/ dead skeleton birds crash into my window/ I gotta close the portal but it's not that simple/ let me take you thru my iliad/ son I'm iller than ya dad/ I'm PAC and Daz/ hit blunt then ash/ let's rap they trash / i wanna see some bars/ I get excited when I get some battle scars/ I'm like goku with the spars / defeat is at the least of my concerns/ I touch the fire willingly to feel the burn

CLOSE THE PORTAL - PETER WRITE.

TODAY I COUNT MY BLESSINGS HO: 

Today I count my blessings ho/ Today I count my blessings tho/ 
These days I tries to be less keyser soze and more like Qui-Gons protege/ I need a money bag big like a bellied Rick roze /I tries to reach the exit from the carpool lane / I tries to bring some sanity to a world insane/ I don't know if I can keep protools off my mind/ I tries to balance the levels over in ableton 9; thousand / I tries to live life upright with out a crooked spine and no public housing/ I tries to keep my eyes aligned/ like a star sign/ I tries to wake up from my sleep like everything's fine/a few dark clouds follow with rainbows on top/ been done baptized in the down pour , the storms hasnt stopped/ I tries to reach the knives in my back/ but I leave em there, lightning is what I will attract/ I do not sense a stop on hip hop/ these days I'm animalistic makin due with the slop in the trough/these days I tries to keep count on the blessings/ but sometimes things get messy/ receipts get lost/ bags are tossed / dehydrated from the journey I need a bottle of voss/these days i tries to stay positive in a system that doesn't want men like me to live/ it's cool/ I'll play the dumb dunce on a stool/ fuck it I'll fight the bully after school / buckets, filled with water I carry for miles like a mule/ Under a sun in drought I tries to stay fueled/ I pour my general grievances in the deep end and dive in the pool/ go out and break a leg they said/ but many times the game broke my heart instead/ but I was given more/ despite my chest being sore/these days I tries to keep the rhymes coming from the core/

TODAY I COUNT MY BLESSINGS HO - PETER WRITE.

PRODUCED BY PETER WRITE. WITH $TEADY GRIND ENT.

When you become the water be sure to have a small dolphin fleet that will impenetrate any ice sheet. / before I came to earth I hit a rillo and took a seat/ between my ears is sumthin like 10 mini gary vees motivating me / I do the shiggy right past keke / 

Money on my mind ina economy on a decline/ As I unroll penny wrappers I listen to other rappers/ As I count my currency I listen to currency/ as I count my silver quarters and smoke a quarter /i look into the future and see what I can see/ things getting techy and me staying sexy/ may the gods bless the family / health and sanity is wealth /we forget that as we put sprockets in our pockets/ life is a fast lane can’t a man clock it/ its a marathon for a megladon/ it’s a journey just to get to the tourney/ I stack kale but I’d set it a flame if the dollar fails/ the money train keeps goin after it derails/ back to the future 3 piss in a pale/ gotta keep the raps sharp like a colt 45 aim/ even if the writing hand gets a sprain/ I’m old in the game California owned by Spain / more vicious in age blade in the cane/

PETER WRITE

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