debut song about bad soundcloud rappers (irony moment)

Lyrics:
*Hey bro wanna buy my mixtape*
*Yea I make music now man*
*I mean if only someone gave me a chance*
*Like I might make it big ya know?*

*Yea sure you are bro*
*How bout you sit down and listen to me for a sec alright?*
*Alright, you ready?*

I got a story that’ll tickle your nuts
It's called you not makin in the industry cause you just really suck
I dont give a fuck about how fast you can really spit
Even though y’all wanna rap about the same old stupid shit

Bitches on ya tiny dick
Riches, man cannot find that shit
How yo crush made ya feel dismissed
Different races can coexist
A pseudo-activist 
A pacifist
Sounds like ass and shit
Please quit, put down the mic, jump off the nearest precipice 

Haters this, haters that 
Haters gonna hate, the never ending attack
These lyrics seem to take over the whole rap
But where these haters at?
15 monthly listeners, get yo head outta yo fuckin ass

Yeah i'm calling out these teenage rappers, come and battle me
Gonna call out for your black friends? Wait you don't have any
Is it retardation or are you seeking some validity?
I do this shit for fun, and your still losers when compared to me 

Now go apologise to your friends and your family
Go back to being ankle deep in grease at a KFC
I hope this message got through to you
I really do

*Dude you suck at rap and your dreams ain't coming true*

bad rappers

who doesn't hate a dead party??

enjoy :)

(Verse 1)
Yea the party’s lookin dead now
Looked around and there's nothing goin down
Choked up, man dont ya hate it
Separated groups, cooped up straight away, shit
Yea, a brotha need to bring the mood up 
So booze-up
Grabbed myself a new cup
Which liquor will instil becoming a prick quicker?
The shit that makes ya throat flicker  

*CHORUS*
Whisky overload
Bottle of undrinkable
Why ya down it then bro?
I don't even know

*ADLIB*
While taste is subjective, there are a few characteristics that separate the good whiskey from the ordinary. Complexity of flavour, quality ingredients, distilling methods, smoothness and ageing, all contribute to making whiskey “good”.

(Verse 2)
Because whiskey’s the drink that makes a brotha feel sophisticated
The type of drink that you can't reveal ya really hate it
The smokey, the oaky, the sweet and the spicy
Shut the fuck up ya bitch and come and fight me
cat piss marinates  in ethanol
Taste that shit, and tell me it's any good at all
Bourbon or scotch, it's all the same to a brotha
Just clutch to get fucked, take a shot and then another

(Chorus)
Whisky overload
Bottle of undrinkable
Why ya down it then bro?
I don't even know

(Verse 3)
And now its 1 2 3 and to the 4 
How many shots till i can’t feel it no moe
5 6 7 and then maybe to the 8
Goin crazy, vision’s hazy, and the groups start to separate 
But wait i think i've left it too late
People leaving peepin with disgust on they face
Partys over and ya brothas caused a ruckus
Brought this shit to life so you can turn around and suck it, 

*CHORUS*
Whisky overload
Bottle of undrinkable
Why ya down it then bro?
I don't even know

*ADLIB*
There are many factors that go into making whiskey “good”, but the most important is that you like it, and will drink it. “What is a good whiskey” is a question we often ask, and now, you should be able to answer that question for yourself. And we out

Whiskey Bottle

these hoes ain't shit!!

enjoy :)

Chorus:
Now let me put my shit up in yo mouth
Quick and let me bust a fat one unannounced 
You think I tried, and I loved ya in and out
But ya bitches aint shit, wanna live without

verse 1
You know that bitches ain’t shit get me lit cause I’m the MFC you know she begging for a hit cause I’m the Realest MC realest G what it be dont time for a bitch don’t got time for a snitch let me switch it up get it up she so bad she can’t enough if you can’t even get it up don’t me mad or upset  I’ll put a smile on your face  cause bitches aint shit anyways don’t got time to play don’t even contemplate

Chorus:
Now let me put my shit up in yo mouth
Quick and let me bust a fat one unannounced 
You think I tried, and I loved ya in and out
But ya bitches aint shit, wanna live without

Verse 2:
We just bust tough rhymes in ya face I’m in my Element on my way to becoming so relevant yeh it’s evident imma  buy myself a new benZ so I  become a new man  step back baby girl so we can a watch a movie get lit inside the jacuzzi sit back and relax while you do me it’s a fact when I hit it from the back they go damn your a pro yeh I know your very nice  but you only got me for the night can’t even hit it twice  

Chorus:
Now let me put my shit up in yo mouth
Quick and let me bust a fat one unannounced 
You think I tried, and I loved ya in and out
But ya bitches aint shit, wanna live without

Verse 3:
1 more Verse are you with me cause it’s time go, can you keep  up can you listen to the rhymes I flow, I break this beat down home delivery like dominoes,  do your dance get your feet down flat  on the floor,  you say you want  some I’ll catch you at the corner store like I already said don’t got no time for a bitch,don’t  get up I’m my zone  me and  rolling records if you decide to switch just know  well chin check ya  

Chorus:
Now let me put my shit up in yo mouth
Quick and let me bust a fat one unannounced 
You think I tried, and I loved ya in and out
But ya bitches aint shit, wanna live without

Live Without (feat. MFC)

Im getting beats  from mistro where im cooking  up all my  flows, that's right yo,  slicked backed and im fitted up like an American psycho and im back now, yeh there's shit going on in the background, guess you could i reinvented it  i gotta new sound,  i got 2 in the back of the red f40, travel through space like rick and Morty, I got money to save, money in the grave, got outta my face cause you used to ignore me,  2 years ago was a different story  now these fans are tryna adore me, now i got bands they wanna applaud me, 


yeh I know they got plans for me me, I know they tryna get rich, they get what they want and then they go dip, So we just gon pull up and party smooth like Micheal might be a blackout, a bit later we leave in the rari two in the car just me and my shawty, she a 10  not  x like iPhone,  know how to keep  it on a high note, I wont  waste your cause you making me feel like im different time zone, talking bout time remember that time you down nobody listen, ha look at me now we on the come up rhymes strait glistening, Its a bit like christ at a christening, I got holy water im whipping, if you dont like this you tripping, lets  be real you know that im different, MFC aint nobody realer, Micheal jackson this gonna thriller, cause there aint nobody thats iller, like tyson might be a killer  

Yeh uh slow it down a bit ,  im steady counting chips, clear water ice on my wrist, rolling through the city im in, lights are flashing windows tint, plenty of people tripping of xans, 21 flights 21 grams,  night cost 21 bands  

im on a whole nother level,pride just might be the devil, telling me to find me a devil rebel, So i try to focus,on my own journey, could book a flight down to Germany,with some breakfast in bed, in future move down their permanently, I guess I'm painting you a picture now, just wait and you'll see, yeh  we can chill by the sea with cabanas  right by the beach in the phantom just you and me, now we in Cuba, Havana, 

what hold on turn me up I said turn me up, we go H town gon run it up, I flow crazy now like im gunna yah, running it up all the 100s yah just look forward in front of ya, and im looking forward, tryna find myself, im going towards whatever better my health, no support needed, I  do this for a reason, best believe i never stop believing, never stop the dreaming, always on the grind, im tryna make agreements, like a college dropout to a graduation, or a late night registration,careful in my articulation, I got my  views on  situations, but drake said we always living major, hey listen can you do me a favour.

 feeling like a g three letters in my name spell in  MFC, cooking in the studio record that shit like  123, holla at you if you wanna come around and mess with me,  the track is done, so remember the name g

Im BACK

show a brotha some looooove

enjoy :)

Verse 1
Bet ya never met a brotha like me
5 foot 3 and smooth on a beat
Oh got heat under my seat
Real street shit eastside of the 86

Done the shit with no deals and no label
Hunched over yellin in a mic on my table
Ah shit lets take a trip, i still hit that
You can hate it or love it while I just kick back

The chicken mcnugget of this rap shit
No substance but I see ya still lovin it
Hit ya with tha realness
Do ya feel this
Believe this, no fix for this sickness

Tha kingpin of the 86 rap-thing
Rolling random, greek freak, or the fresh prince
unseen in the grand scheme, but getting bigger
The beginnings of what seems like public figure

CHORUS
Where da luv at, luv at
Where da luv at maaaaan

Verse 2
Comin up now the fresh prince so famous
Shameless livin large by tha paycheck
Flow so hot you’d wanna turn around and fuck it
So ya know I gotta show a thing or two wit how I does it

Never pay attention, only pay in cash
Never ask questions, I got it in that bag
If ya got a problem, shove it in ya ass when i spit this heat man it'll make ya nuts sag

On the real tho i've really had enough here,
Taking fake love and other stuff is really done here
“you’re that one dude who does that one thing,
Omg your songs man i love late night rollin”

I dont give fuck about the shit that ya love
But i’d love if you’d lick my nuts from above
The 86 prince likes anybody to have some
Lights out, another track for the album

CHORUS
Where da luv at, luv at
Where da luv at maaaaan

Where da Luv at

Jimmy Thomas (otherwise known as J-Toozy) took a lengthy break from the rap scene after production for his said-to-be debut album "Humble Beginnings" was scrapped in 2018. Since then, J-Toozy has been perfecting his craft, to what we finally have now.... his first single "Victory Royale". Jimmy's unique cadence (with a slightly off-rhythm and rigid flow), coupled with his 86 energy behind the mic, are on full display here. Victory Royale has 'summer anthem' written all over it, and is a great way to end off 2023 with a bang. 

LYRICS:
Yea yea x4
Pack it up x2
Let me in

That shit broke like 2K servers
Oi
When did KFC stop selling burgers
I aint even heard of ya’s,
The zinger box murders
A better rapper than Kerser
Carrying the rap game like a fucking sherpa
I’ll theft yo bitch with a rift to go
One pump two pump, now she soaked with snow
In a fortnite lobby, and I’m with ya hoe
She plays like Clayton, but I know she throats

Yea 
I’ll douse her in cum
If it looks grouse, I’ll stare at her bum
I double backed, and it prompted me to run
TO THE TOILET

I ain’t never swimmin, unless its skinny dippin
I dont wanna fuck, i just wanna get a fist in
My shit a lick stick, cause she on my dick, licken
I'm cooking in tha booth like a chef in the kitchen

Yeaaaa, this shit's stiring
Oi
IBS got me surging
Skid around the streets in the 323
Astina take your bitch in 123
I Hit it then I told her it was gushy 
I Bust a load and then I hit em with a goosey
Turn around hit a brotha with a uzi
On tha ground then I tell him he a PUSSY (pousey)

Puddle of poo and its dripping from the dunny
Why it lookin yellow, I think thats shit honey
Make her lick it clean, I ain’t given her the money 
Look at her and laugh cuz I think that shits funny

She goin down on my dick like Kobe
She can still suck it dead on tha lowkey
I'm a big son, they don’t know me
The bitch swallowing the boat, like she moby 

DICK x3

Victory Royale  -  J-Toozy

**DISCLAIMER**
satire


Up and coming street talent J-Toozy in full effect on this track that oozes with the strife and struggle of street life in the 2086. Toozy's gritty and emotional delivery echoes throughout the hard hitting piano keys of this bayside westcoast beat, tied together with overall ferociousness of his brutally honest lyrics. This shit boutta make the whitest of suburb kids wanna rep coldoozy crips in every city.


LYRICS
(x2)

Coldoozy crip, in this bitch, fuck that shit you heard
You aint from tha 86, stay your bitch ass on the curb 
One shot 
Get dropped
Pull the blicky to his dome
Reaching for the chrome, fuck around and break his bones


1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 shots to ya fuckin face
With a glock there's no better way
To put a brotha in his fuckin place
J toozy does, what he says, with no room to play
Try to fuckin step in my way again, we’ll take it forestway 


Only fuckin the baddest bitches of frenchs forest
Toozy hits, then he dips, cause they unimportant
Shes a bitch, just a bitch, don't pretend she more than
Only good for this dick, when she riding back and forward


Leave a brotha kurbside, in ketchup and custard
Flustered and bout to wet up, now my strap is adjusted
Tha J toozy always pull up on an opp, never play around and make em disappear
Wit a cheese platter in ya brothas hand and my 9 mil between your ears


(x2)

Coldoozy crip, in this bitch, fuck that shit you heard
You aint from tha 86, stay your bitch ass on the curb 
One shot 
Get dropped
Pull the blicky to his dome
Reaching for the chrome, fuck around and break his bones


Only eat the bitch pussy if its a bushy with side of shapes
I don’t really like the taste, I need a pink lemonade to chase
J toozy seen better days, in murder’s gaze


(x2)

Coldoozy crip, in this bitch, fuck that shit you heard
You aint from tha 86, stay your bitch ass on the curb 
One shot 
Get dropped
Pull the blicky to his dome
Reaching for the chrome, fuck around and break his bones




Coldoozy Crips  -  J-Toozy

Second studio single, teamed up with new 86 rapper on the scene, Lil LDS. This rapper brings his own style of a rigid flow coupled with his relaxed delivery. This rap duo's chemistry spreads throughout the big pun sample beat, brought together by their equally witty and funny verses. Sometimes a brotha just need a lil extra skin to hold on to, and both rapper's drive that point home on this new track.

enjoy:)   **disclaimer** this is satire

Lyrics:

VERSE 1
Top models lined up like a buffet
Waitin for a slice of this cock, waitin all day
Don’t take it the wrong way, a fit hoe is ok
But maybe i think i need a little sumin with more weight

Fat bitches, up in the triple digits
A fridge with a fit friend, that stop a brotha tryna hit it
The one that think she bad, and she act like it
The strobe lights got her lyin when she tryna hide it
	
Fray lifts, but I need a bitch I can’t lift
A fatty that i’ll tap, send her back, she off the list
She hold my dick under the table like a puppet show
Suck it bitch, cause a hoe is a hoe is a hoe

CHORUS  
She a landwhale hit that poon wit a harpoon
I just wanna fuck a fat bitch, so brotha make room
bussin too soon, backshots hittin like a typhoon
Grabbin all up on that ass is just the thing I like do

You cant get yo phone back till ya uber in tha streets
Hit a heffer, then forget her, that maneuver i repeat
Cause I aint love you hoe, I loved ya fat rolls
You aint stayin round, head back the fuck home

VERSE 2
Maybe im trippin offa the weed that Im smokin
But I wanna be smothered in tha blubber, till im chokin
No jokin, sit on my face till i cant breathe 
Pull apart the layers to a find a pussy you cant see

6 times my size, she built like a bean bag
With them thunder thighs, 3 chins, and the tits sag
Mad attitude for an ass like a sandbag
She really think she worth a diamond ring and a hand bag

Nah bitch only wanna fuck you for the weekend
Wish ya realized with the little time we spent
I'm in a little phase, a little change of pace, 
So you mean nothin to me bitch, get outta the way

But when i feel i might need me a plus size
The pussy that’ll give me diabetes prescribed 
When i want a fat body outta proportion
I’ll be back up in that bitch like a homesick abortion

CHORUS  
x2
She a landwhale hit that poon wit a harpoon
I just wanna fuck a fat bitch, so brotha make room
bussin too soon, backshots hittin like a typhoon
Grabbin all up on that ass is just the thing I like do

You can't get yo phone back till ya uber in tha streets
Hit a heffer, then forget her, that maneuver i repeat
Cause I aint love you hoe, I loved ya fat rolls
You aint stayin round, head back the fuck home

Land Whale  -  Lil LDS

blow her bacc ft 1takejay prod by fbeat_production

**DISCLAIMER**
All music posted here is satirical and ironic in nature, and is created for people I know in real life to have a laugh at... Do NOT take anything said in these songs as serious, real, or indicative of what I am actually like as a person.

TL/DR --> its a pisstake, alright?


ROLLING RECORDS is a "record label"

(stupid name i get it, but a continuation of an inside joke, which would also imply any of the music posted is NOT SERIOUS and shouldn't be treated as such)


SIGNED ARTISTS:
FreshPrince
J-Toozy
Cheff Jeff
MF C
LilXSmall10
Yung Jump
Kath Pollard
Booga Suga
MC Flawless
lil LDS

bad rappers

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