Lyrics:
Verse 1:
Hey black girl, I want to suck on your tits. 

Yo skank. Hope you'll let me enter your clit.
(For some money)

Bitchy white girl (see, I'm not racist. I have black friends and I voted for Obama) 

Chorus:
Hey Black girl x4

Verse 2: 
Puerto Rican babe, am I under your skin?

Have I come in? Side your door?

Fuckin' whores, except my mom of coarse. 

(Open the car door and get ready. I don't have...any money) <- 1 string 

Chorus:
Hey Black girl! x4

Bridge:
(Solo)

Verse 3:
It's such a problem you being so big, according to a (Mass credit) prick. 

Homeless Asian girl! Are you down to fuck, for some money? 

Why don't you lay in bed with me? Instead of bruising your infected knees?

Chorus 

End: Gm

Composer, Vocalist, main Guitarist (Strat)
Jacob Nagle

Background guitarist (Les Paul)
Ben Coil

Bassist, Co-aranger/lyricist
Eric Quota

Drummer + percussion
Tommy Mountain 

Manager, studio engineer, mixer
Chuck Winston 

Writing
Nagle

Hey Black Girl

Fuck Optics (bass & Hambone instrum cover)

Verse 1
Burr! 
Gotta forage through ma
winter clothes!

//

Burr! 
Hope the rats,
Don’t start a forage in ma ass!

That’s a real concern!

//
Keeps me up at night!

HIV, 
8th wonder of the world! 

///
Burr!
Gotta spread the word. 

I’m chuggin’ oil in ma dreams!

///
(Hook)

















Verse 2
Burr!
Have to siphon gas 
from strangers!

//
I be huntin’ 
In the alley ways. 

Scroungin’ up pennies!

///
I be fishin’ ‘round,

I found rabies
From a cracked-out hound! (wow!)

//
Bud light for Po,
Calms the nerves,

Budweiser for Son,
Just gets him jerkin’. (ugh)

///
(Hook)

[Section B]

Verse 1
I wonder sometimes,

How to quit overthinkin’. 

//
Though I’m doin’ that right now,

I still care deeply for the acquisition. 

//
Discovered recently, 
I love readin’,

That is, 
when it’s somethin’
I care deeply about.

//
A couple big words, 
scattered through pages. 

Seems right up my alley. 

//
I talk in secrets,

None o’ y’all can 

read ma handwritin’

Hook
Hate to embrace:
The Art of Overthinkin’. 

Verse 2
YAH, go analyze. 

You know one deeply,
off one interaction. 

//
Y’all ain’t gonna 
put prejudice aside,

accept yo lack of
understandin’ ‘bout mental health. 

//
You ain’t no psychiatrist,
You ain’t no expert writer. 

//
All y’all assumin' people ain’t things. 
All y’all put innocent people down for nothin’. 

//
Musta criticized off somethin’ 
Factually speakin, you projectin’. 

Hook:

And that was:
The art of Overthinkin’

[Section 3:
Lil' Shadowminer enters stage right. 
He's cupping the mic like a metalhead,
yet it's alright cuz it's the idiot-proof brand]

Coda (Lil' Shadowminer)
Nagle likes dick in da ass!

Dick in da Butt Productions!

Burr//The Art of Overthinkin' (PRODBY999)

Dull Freestyle (ft. Ley)

Geek'd

Roll up to the club in my 1964 Caddy
Straight ready to stunt
At a quarter to one
Just a-looking for fun
I said, a-twist for me, baby
Hit a rip for me, baby
Take another shot, get lit for me baby, ooh-wee
It's a quarter to two
What you wanna do?
Cocaine country dancing with you
I think a bit of cocaine country dancing will do
Come on let's get it going
Only you can keep me rolling
At a quarter to three
You know what I need
Well I'll twist for you, baby
Hit a rip for you, baby
Take another shot, get lit for you baby
It's a quarter to four
Do we have anymore?
Cocaine country dancing with you
Cocaine country dancing will do
It's a quarter to one, been looking for fun
It's a quarter to two, what you wanna do?
It's a quarter to three, you know what I need
It's a quarter to four, do we have anymore?
Cocaine country dancing with you, dancing with you
I think a bit of cocaine country dancing will do
Cocaine country dancing with you
Dancing with you
Dancing with you
(Dancing with you, you, you)
Dancing with you (you, you, you)
(Dancing with you, you, you)
Dancing with you (you, you, you)
Dancing with you

Cocaine Country Dancing

In Da Mine (ft. Lil' NA$IO$)

Hook
Really can’t stand you 
tried to but I hate you,

Pride in my face
walkin' my last leg

She glancin’ at me,
I’m glancin at her

She starin' at me, 
lyin' to ma face 


Verse 1
Every time I show love, 
I get Ghosted. 

Left on open,
She got me feelin' broken. 

Another day gone by 
unspoken. 

Finally home,
shower and crash. 

Lay down on that couch,
to grow ma ego back. 

I’m just tryna make it back 
to homebase.

Chillin’ at ma place, 
tryna make some change. 

She be actin’ strange,
actin’ like this is a game.

Why you talkin’ 
down on ma name? 

Actin’ like this is a game. 

Hook
Really can’t stand you. 
Tried to but I hate you

Pride in ma face,
walkin' ma last leg

She glancin’ at me 
I’m glancin at her

She starin' at me, 
lyin' to ma face.

can't stand u

Verse 1
You're stretchin' me so thin,
I'm feelin' wild. 

Reminds me of
the hair on that cow's face. 

Down by the crack house,
you're feelin' dialed-up. 

"I want you for
the rest of my life!" Hell no. 

Don't you come around here,
don't snag ma crystal. 

I want it pure,
if you refuse to be ignored.

Was under the 
impression this could last forever. 

But even timelessness
seems to grow old. 


Hook
It's the ButterBoy & Cow!
It's the ButterBoy & Cow!
It's the ButterBoy & Cow!
It's the ButterBoy & Cow!


Verse 2
Need to stay distant
to escape thine judgement,

As i squeeze the juices
drippin' from yo body. 

Toss her in the mud pile,
let her stay a while. 

Plenty of neutrience
for those jumbo worms. 

Zoom out of the farm,
with ma satalite:

The barn's a mere blip
inside of Wyoming. 

You're stretchin' me so thin,
I'm feelin' wild.

Reminds me of 
the hair on that cows face.


Hook
It's the ButterBoy & Cow!
It's the ButterBoy & Cow!
It's the ButterBoy & Cow!
It's the ButterBoy & Cow!

Butterboy & Cow!!

Hook
Zig zag
I go back and forth off a Zig Zag

Zig Zag
One way then I swing back

Zig zag
I go back and forth off a Zig Zag

Zig Zag
One way then I swing back


Verse 1
Seesaw how I go up and down
Live it up but I can’t live it down

Swervin’ lanes when I get around
Stay in my lane, keep my head down

Back and forth, side to side
Up and down, left and right

I’m just here for the ride
Move around, go in a line

My thoughts move like a zig zag
Like lightning or a waving flag

Bobby pins and saw blades
bricks and walkways

Argyle and sound waves
Graphs at varying rates

The tops of all the gates
Seems like nothings ever straight


Hook
Zig zag
I go back and forth off a Zig Zag

Zig Zag
One way then I swing back

Zig zag
I go back and forth off a Zig Zag

Zig Zag
One way then I swing back


Verse 2
It seems like nothings ever fair
I see this pattern everywhere

I try but I just can’t avoid it
Back and forth, it’s so annoying

What goes up, must come down
What goes left comes back around

What goes right never stays that way
At least I know I’ll be okay

It’s really always something new
Sometimes it’s L’s, sometimes W’s

Zig zag like the letter z
It’s in the name, don’t you see?

Everywhere I look it’s there
Even every strand of hair

I guess nothing is perfect
That’s what makes it worth it

Hook
Zig zag
I go back and forth off a Zig Zag

Zig Zag
One way then I swing back

Zig zag
I go back and forth off a Zig Zag

Zig Zag
One way then I swing back

Zig-Zag (outtake)

Balding (prod. MALCHI x UNagJac)

Verse 1
Jealousy and envy
fuel da fire.

Mellace type of energy,
got too much desire. 

Stackin' wood in da dumpster,
grab the lighter from ma pocket. 

Down that shit in gasoline,
better start runnin'. 

Toss some fire crackers,
straight outta New Hampture. 

Deafenin' explosives,
we hidin' behind concrete. 

Whole alleyway
wakin' up now. 

let's get the fuck 
outta here now. 

"Wow!
What he doin'?"

"Oh, wow!
What dat explosion?"

"No way! Somebody
call da cops!"

"These kids are
degenerate!"

"What they doin'?
Probably drugs!"

"Probably coke,
yuh!"

Hook

Verse 2
Fire blazin',
burnin' strong. 

Yo expression real timid.

Shocked by the danger,
frozen like a sittin' duck.

If you ponder
any longer,

yo head gonna 
get melted off.

Whatever, 
yo decision.

I'll just
observe from a distance.

I'll just
stay away.

I'll just 
hide over here.

You should probably join me
if you wanna live.

You should probably jump away,
from da explosion.

Boutta happen,
chemical reaction.

Ain't gonna be
able to prevent shit.

Nope!
Nope!
Oh!

Hook

jealousy (home demo)

i dont wanna get sued, so this is soundcloud only.
also the structure is a$$

Battery Acid (outtake)

Rockin Wit U (Ft. Jt Banga)

Long Way

Yippe Hippe

I_AM_ID

Deaph Song

Benruge

Produced at Melodic Waves studios! 
Booking avail now.

https://www.melodic-waves.com

Verse 1
Too fragile
I break then done

Unsure mind
Can't stick to nun

Questionin
Where I got this from

Cuz I can't live
With contention

Actin', fakin
Confidence

Big man moves
I'm ponderin

Big break comes
I'm distracted

Constant doubt
Undecided

Hook
I can't look you in the eye
Without wonderin' why

Can't stare you in da face
Without glancin' away

Verse 2
Diabolical
Dark future

Shaky ground
We standin' on

How we function
I got no idea

Even one kid
Off da table

Gave up on
Atheism

Blackness forever
Too depressing

Wanna pass on
After a dead planet

Gotta push on
Through tough shit

Hook
I can't look you in the eye
Without Wonderin' why

Can't stare yuh in da face
Without glancin' away

Wonder Why

MA FIST (outtake)

Verse 1
Let ma show yah
How wise I can be

Tryna ponder
A good question to ask thee

Had a dream
We were hikin' Rushmore

Abusin' our legs
As one does at 24

Ashes flyin
Just a slave to duh wind

Clouds on ma whiskers
Could call it God's chin

Hook
High, cold
Himalayan breeze

Duckin' and weavin
Through all da plight and disease

Verse 2
Southern Potluck
We cuttin' da line

Hungry and tired
Ya know we gotta dine

Slide down da mountain
Snow start meltin

Village be gaspin
Fo' breath, in awe

Roll, loose ma balance
Crash, break ma back

Eye out ma socket
Liver explodin

Can't feel nothin
Wanderer to puppet

Bolder slam ma head
Hella dizzy, finna black out now

Hook
High, cold
Himalayan breeze

Duckin' and weavin
Through all da plight and disease

Himalayan Breeze

Too Much Wrong

Peach Face

Child Grown Up

Dip$hit

Growin' Pains

Lyrics pulled from a Gloves and Glock song from way back. Nice riff, cool solos.

Moonpie Thots

Money

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