Verse 1:
Give zero fucks
Got hero luck
Make denaro bucks
Drink beer in trucks
Stay clear I'll bust
Look here it's Ru$t
Big ol' nutz
Engineer these cuts
Interfere then what
You dissappear into dust
Cuz my career is a must
And ain't nobody even hearing your stuff
You're fuckin' fake and lame
I come to take the game
I'm making bank from caine
We don't think the same
Go and aim the k
and seal your fate today
Really spray at your face
There's no way to save ya
I'm kind of sick
That's fine I'm rich
Wine and dine a bitch
My type of shit
I'm a find your click
Nine by my hip
Pop five more clips
Slide in the whip
Quite the dick
High and lit
I might admit
The rhymes I spit
Precise and quick
Sly and slick
Don't try me trick
Slangin' yay and making
Gangsta tapes
Bump the 808
Smoking dank and drank'n
Gotta pay to play
I thank my resume
Maybe the way
I place them in they
Grave to stay

Chorus:
I don't give no fucks mayne trust me
When I let my nutzwang
Roll right up and bust thangs dump ak's
When I let my nutzwang
I feel like a thug and it's lovely
When I let my nutzwang
Guns aim buck bang your guts hang looking disgusting
When I let my nutzwang

Verse 2:
It's on your dead
Bomb on your head
Then I'm gone I jet
You don't want conflict
Cuz I'm the best
Got on my vest
Teflon in techs
Dot that is red
Right on your chest
Shotgun it wrecks
What a hot mess
Of rotten flesh
No stopping this
Apocalypse
Drunk off a fifth
I'm tossing fists
And dropping hits
Cops just hate
I got it made
And don't cooperate
Driving wasted
On a high speed chase
Ain't tryna catch a case
Fade away give Ru$t a little space
Don't go say no names
or I break ya legs
I'm snapping them
It's happening
You get clapped and then
I'm back to rap again
Dope I'm the man
Scope in my hand
There is no cap
Things go as planned
I stroll the land
Open a can
Go ask yo ho I know she's a fan
Her knees were bent
Taking these N U T'z and pleasing them
Laying babes slaying dames
Check the date with my dinner plate
Damn straight calibrate the pain
Plain insane that's my Greatest trait
Paint a perfect picture with your array
Of bloodstains guts and brains

Chorus:

Nutzwang - Prod 2Deep | Anno Domini Nation

Intro: 

Facts
Axe Somebody 

Verse 1:
Calibrating this anonymous 
Salivating hippopotamus 
Inaugurated doctorate 
In college wanting foster kids
Octopus tentacle symmetrical 
Level of chemicals 
Belly full of jelly roll
Soul kitchen troll fishing 
Pole position whole mission belligerent different intent
Pitching a tent giving them rent
Hell bent smell went fumigating
Oh you were saying the same thing
In a day dream hanging 
With The A-Team quit hating 

Chorus:
This is real hip hop
Facts
When I'm in the booth I rhyme the truth Google this and find proof
This is real hip hop
Fuck yo mumble raps 

Verse 2:
It's on again I got the pen
Vietnam veteran bomb threat
Vomit swan sex moth breath
Obnoxious toxins Boston Red Sox win
Penent race can of mace 
Love the way the paste tastes
Snail riding nail biting 
Frail fighting brail writing
Hygienes slacking 
Sidings cracking packing suitcases 
Crooked tooth braces 
Racist cops playlist stops
Chase a shot of whiskey frisky hickey 
Fox News getting busy
Learn your history 

Chorus: 

Outro:

Facts
Axe Somebody 
Fuck yo mumble raps

Axe Somebody - Prod SenturyStatus and Gummy Beatz | Anno Domini Nation

Verse 1:
Listen the derriere where I been pissin' in born and raised American Citizen or just say European why Liverpool in her stool take a leak between the cheeks sharpshooter to the poo-er bend over for the Supersoaker gluteus maximus target practice wiz in your biz do my duty in yo booty sue me I shower the patootie did I stutter don't even wonder I'ma urinate the turd cutter 

Chorus 1:
In the club done up like a slut look fun just ta
Pee in her butt 
Ass is fat like Jaba the Hutt next what 
Pee in her butt 
If she tryna make the cut still can't be the one til I 
Pee in her butt 
Drunk as fuck from two liters of rum I needa
Pee in her butt 

Verse 2:
Splish splash that ass was taking a bath cuz I drained the main vein inside her food grinder I flood the cave talking muddy lemonade tinkle in the stink hole let loose in the caboose sprinkler to the keester spray piss at the anus never fails I set sail in her tail ocean of a rump golden badunkadunk forty ounces to freedom I'm squeezing at her backside I'm that guy sorta wanna drink a twenty-four of Black Butte Porter then go hydronate her hindquarters piddle in the middle of the tush when I push my bladder have your scuba gear when I step to the rear when I have to go damn what a ho make a reservoir yeah she is a whore surfs up your a slut but don't hate get at me so I can marinate your fanny 

Chorus 2:
Before I bust my nut its a must Ru$t 
Pee in her butt 
Man I hate to fuss but I saturate her guts when I 
Pee in her butt 
Ain't just a dog I'm a mutt won't front bitch is dumb I hit the blunt then I 
Pee in her butt 
At my show front row she a ho I know so I go 
Pee in her butt 

Chorus 1:

Pee In Her Butt - Prod Lazy Rida Beats | Anno Domini Nation

Chorus:
Hands are bloody Axe Somebody
I don't give a fuck
Cut you up inta confetti
I don't give a fuck
Making nothing out of something
I don't give a fuck
Shove the body in the trunk of the Caddy
I don't give a fuck
Taking yo chick for a quickie I'm Jiffy Peanut Butter nutty
I don't give a fuck
Bitch you isn't my buddy
I don't give a fuck
When I'm gettin' this money
I don't give a fuck
Shit is fuckin' funny all these people they love me cuz
I don't give a fuck

Verse 1:
Ru$t and I rap about guns and knives porno with nuns and brides slangin' drugs that's white sure you don't give a fuck punk I drive around drunk puffin' skunk eighteens in the trunk thump ready ta dump getting the funds bet I'm the one on a mission driven given a different vision forbidden religion livin' in sin y'all sittin' here trippin' see 'em slippin' keep on wishin' gangsta tradition within this disposition ditch the opposition ain't no competition ignition of ammunition then the ambulances visit critical condition skull is drippin' soul is missing I commission from the demolition limited edition and the shit is vicious delicious lyricism snitches still get stitches muthafuck a witness this kid will get 'em vindictive incidents sippin' a fifth a whiskey belligerent spittin hits with little intermittence n specific systematic precision criminal intention stick the clip in grip the trigger give it a twitch n leave em shiverin' in a pool of crimson cause the fool was dissin' good riddance when I go ballistic tha illest villian deliverin' shipments of this magnificent artistic invention listen to the official mixes glisten bitch I got a sickness

Verse 2:
Infinite terrific twisted sadistic compositions got your women in missionary position efficient forensic evidence on the neck and chest of ya innocent princess wreck less pearl necklace we hittin licks flippin bricks gettin dividends mind ya business this is the definition of pimpin wisdom been since the beginning only interest is imminent millions quit with the fiction instrumentals kickin on this system rims is 30 inches windows tinted Ru$t goes for the win n clinches it the finesse is intrinsic mess with this click get yo head split ho shit prohibited instant decision divine intervention see you on the internet tryna diss with cryptic subliminal messages just wait for the collision at the intersection cuz I'm gettin livid feeling like Popeye just finished a fuckload of spinach pissin on crickets with the quickness logistic investments definite riches its incentive paying attention to statistics just gets me stricken with ambition fuck the skepticism in the kitchen vigorously mixin up the medicine coming to yo city ta spit hits catch you in my vision and this pair of 9s is rippin' incisions by yo spine and ribs n paralyzed n i just don't give a fuck cuz I'm gifted

IDGAF - Prod Don P | Anno Domini Nation

Guns & Shit (Lavish Savage Remix)

Numb - Prod By Anno Domini Nation

Time Bomb -  Prod By Ultimate Theory

Intro
1 8 7 2 4 7 3 6 5 Bitch

Verse 1
Listen pay attention to the digits sit and do the math them stats is facts it's a bloodbath what's that fuck rap bitch lame think this shit is a game didn't you say that you was the best but you was looking all gay in your bullet proof vest damn you should've worn a dunce cap on my way ho with them long range scopes we bust gats aimed directly at your brain so everyone laughs hey yo I love straps (guns & shit) this kid's a singer we vicious gangstas getting anxious tripping waiting with some itchy trigger fingers cut the crap you's a snitch and you guessed it next bitch we go catch you slipping as you're sitting at home on the sofa scoping Netflix we come over then kick open your front door it's a hit split your dome with the chrome oops upside your head that's why you're dead my firearm is why you're gone one more target departed check this blood and gore soaking the carpet Rugrats

Chorus x 2: 
Techs 44's techs 44's techs uzis uzis AR's uzis uzis AK's shotguns 
(Guns & shit)

Verse 2
Pistol whip skulls grip a fistful squeeze it's awesome blunt force injuries and bullets causing unsolved mysteries we got him you're just a bitch to me fucking rotten out of pocket glocks and mack 11's Smith & Wesson's stacking Remington's we pack them options fun filled plotting hop in turf hogs mob on your block and pop at mops until everyone's killed forgotten cuz I go fire rockets (guns & shit) you're soft as microfiber cotton ought to stop the talking it ain't got to be a drive-by I might glide by riding a bike or even see me walking I got a passion for mashing and blasting and damn I do the shit in fashion grabbing my jock and you know the hos say it makes me look handsome so when I pull up and grip my balls duck cuz y'alls fucked buck buck buck out the back of a tall truck like a mack I'm leaving with all the sluts and a large beer harm is near I'm an arms dealer callled Ru$t

Chorus x 2

Outro 
Desert Eagles and shit
Snub noses and shit
Berettas and shit
M24's and shit
Swammys and shit
Problem solvers and shit
Street sweepers and shit
Guns & shit

187247365 Limited Deluxe Edition

Guns & Shit - Prod By Anno Domini Nation

Verse 1
Don't panic a lavish savage manic addict hate them take them break them make them vanish I damage half-wits with adjectives murder nerds with verbs and finish bastards with adverbs diminish clowns with nouns pull all the hos now with profound pronouns she's a bitch and I'm a spit a preposition teach a lesson with an interjection learn your determiners what's your major malfunction player say a conjunction use your words just come up with something RiVal Ru$t and I don't give a fuck cuz I'm just loving it I'm a keep it simple and declarative when I mention it's imperative now answer my question mandatory define an exlamatory sentence why you guessing bitch I bet you need some time in detention

Chorus
I rhyme right on time and gangstaly thanks to me hos know the way shit be my vocab is so fat I go mad and throw that at yo ass
I rhyme right on time and gangstaly gangstaly it's dope gats mo cash I blow stacks where the hos at let's go smash gangstaly

Verse 2
Back to school damn it fool you're flunking what you drunk um fuck it change the subject puff this nugget hold the hit up in your lungs and wonder what the fuck is up with nothing cuz tonight we clubbin gangstaly selling drugs and cussing stuffing guns to bust with right in front of public don't be a dumb shit run get the DJ make sure we change the station and he play another and another thumper from Anno Domini Nation so the beat stays bumping everybody loves when Ru$t picks up this microphone what kid you don't know you're tardy we already started fuck it hit the after party drunk chicks with lovely tits come with when I go home won't leave bro alone cuz

Chorus

Outro
Gangstaly

Gangstaly - Prod By Anno Domini Nation

Very Very Very Very Big Tits - Prod Anno Domini Nation

Chorus:
I swear this clown 
It ain't a fair bout 
I'm from a scary town 
Grinnin' sinnin' winnin' finna 
Stare 'em down 
Diamond chain 
I wear with clout 
I'm insane 
Terror now 
Bloodstains smear the ground 
Hear the sound 
When I air 'em out 
Get to trippin 
Stick the clip in 
Grip the trigger 
Hit his wig and 
Split his lid 
Just a bitch kid 
That I don't fucking care about 

Verse 1:
Scheming Ru$t is lurking and busting leaving your guts looking disgusting discussing teaming up with your sluts and nutting 808's bumping full of hate dumping fun thangs buds dank chuggin' drank in the Mustang maybe gonna take your ugly dame cuz we love skanks shove shanks into tissue bitch you got some issues awesome cuz nobody's going to miss you I'm flossin' a Big Johnson T-Shirt she flirts prevert what's the problem do your knees hurt make 'em burn cuz we taking turns listen and learn you gotta take respect break some necks rake in checks snake bites with venom I'ma send 'em to their grave site when we get 'em let 'em take the mic in case he might have any last words before I blast that ass first bastards I have this rap shit mastered spittin' since a kid getting lit and plastered for damn sure you can't stand a chance I stay in the cut you get your face cut so bitch kid grab your purse and put on some make-up 

Chorus:

Verse 2: 
I come through do the fool no clues you know the rules you lose your life new shoes chuggin' booze got a knife and I might go for your wife amused you'd be the dude who'd choose to snooze and pay the price you're lame and I'm a aim my nine straight in line with your brain and spine don't make me say it twice the game is mine take my time and lace my rhymes with crack on my grind back on my bullshit full clip and I'm ready to pull this trigger cuz I figure you's a whole bitch type to go snitch and my raps so sick potent lyrics when they hear it bitches show tits flows the dopest nose is broken from snortin' dope bricks just load clips and go shit on 'em you's a goner when I throw this explosive it's drama for a ho bitch ought to know this you make me sick to my stomach gunning you down cuz I run this town and they love my sound put you underground smoke another pound nobody go remember you were ever around with your head severed and you will never be found cuz I'm so clever and you're just a clown

Chorus:

Bitch Kid - Prod Don P | Anno Domini Nation

Drugs & Shit (feat. Puzle G the 1st) - Prod 2Deep | Anno Domini Nation

Like A Basket Case - Prod Screwaholic | Anno Domini Nation

Verse 1:
Okay I know it may seem way cliche when Ru$t he say we spray but listen if you're bitchin' kid then things change peep game we ain't playin' sure it seems strange don't know how to behave hit you in the brain with the keen aim leave stains no delay rolling up in stolen buckets holding duckets fuck it dump this bitch on the freeway sorry I speak quite frank when I light dank minds blank bitch you're looking at me sideways grab my shank and do this the right way you're going to die today you rhyme lame bitch you're giving me a migraine time for a crime wave fuck you man we doing this tonight mayne that's my chain I slang bright white caine go ahead try my gang get your hiney spanked we all tanked faded off the drank topped off with some pot that stank your broad is a skank an awful shame think you can walk away but I'm a plot and plan talk is cheap catch you on the street knock you off your feet with the chopper heat my God you're weak and I'm a watch you bleed give a fuck how odd it seems I got my team and the strategy is gats and beams 

Chorus (x2):
Me and the boys get drunk and play buck'em 
Aint on the team naw mean fuck'em 
Dust the glocks off
Bust some shots off
Watch the mops pop
Non-stop 
Bodies drop
Round the clock 
We stuntin' lovin' it

Verse 2:
Don't get mad at me for the tragedies just bad ass G's having things planning schemes scamming fiends diamond rings damn we're mean it's a life of glamor greed bitch you're smoking bammer weed God damn you're cheap could've had your freak but the ass just stink and them some nasty teeth listen as I speak I'm gonna blast the thing it's happening got gats to bring listen to the fat bitch sing do what I got to do faded off the brew gunning for you know who what a fool thinking he could fuck with the crew but we buck at your do better duck when we move test your luck and you're through that's some sucka shit too running off at the mouth gonna stop at your house put the glock in your mouth first I pop then I'm out bitch talk that shit now the question is how do I want to do it bring the crew and leave you ruined the answer is yes with the vests and the techs it's your last breath gasping at the neck the scene is splattered red we're all better off now that you're dead we all got our plastic cups and some gats to bust then it's back to sluts time to mash some guts

Chorus (x2):

RiVaL Ru$t

Popular tracks