Popstar Remix

LETRA: 
(ela mama legal)
(ela senta legal)

faz de um jeito sobrenatural
minha glock cantando é normal
ela canta canção de ninar
o opp dorme, ele só quer nanar

fuck america, aqui é guaraná
meu guardião é preto, é um orixá
ela chama pra foder, pode deixar
pode deixar

pode deixar que ela vai sentar
pode deixar que ela vai quicar
minha glock vai trabalhar
pode deixar que ela vai atirar

é só (pá, pá, pá)
é só (pá, pá, pá)
é só bala na cara desse otário

trouxe a gold nois fuma
essa vadia chupa minha bunda
to achando sensacional 
a lingua entrando legal 

essa vadia vai tomar bala
que nem a mina do d4vd
vou botar ela no porta mala
e rodar igual beyblade 

roda igual bey-beyblade
roda igual bey-beyblade
roda igual bey-beyblade
roda igual bey-beyblade

beyblade

rap track embracing and all kinks and fetishes while celebrating all bodies with samples from popular entertainment including Mindless Self Indulgence's "Fuck Machine", The Poppy Family's "Beyond the Clouds", The Pixies' "Wave of Mutilation", Lou Reed's "Walk on the Wild Side", and Clerks (the movie)

We Can Make A Fuck

[Куплет: @uglykillahdotcom]
Рядом cat, как doja
Я задоджил этот стафф
Нырнул, батискаф
Дай мне сканк
И снова от нуля до ста
Косяк плющит, я скат
Нахуй левый расклад
В этом деле мастак
И как итог, они будут наши треки искать
Нахапан, как пиздец
Скурил, будто весь лес
Flow expensive, как вес
С рэпа так и не слез
Взял зип-лок, скурил весь
Такой расклад меня бесит
Вместе, как Smif-N-Wessun
Мы в песнях тут по соседству
Стаффа полный backpack, no back
Твоя тёлка, будто бы подсела на крэк, no cap
С собой есть пара ракет
Ей на бошку пакет, если там лакедра
Здесь Ugly и Fuji
Блант аккуратненько скручен
Куш жирный, как Big Grape Moochie
Слушай наш flow, он не глючит

[Припев: @fuji-exe & @uglykillahdotcom]
В моем зипе лежит двадцать один грамм
Наш альбом не бомба, бро, это напалм
Пока писали его, сдули двадцать один грамм
Двадцать один грамм, двадцать один грамм
В моем зипе лежит двадцать один грамм
Наш альбом не бомба, бро, это напалм
Пока писали его, сдули двадцать один грамм
Двадцать один грамм, двадцать двадцать один грамм

[Куплет: @fuji-exe]
Здесь Fuji и Ugly
Ваш рэп называем спектаклем
Сделали, как вы не могли
У тебя на лице белые капли
Наш альбом будет в топе
Твой трек залетит вряд ли
Лучше сделай мне кофе
Пока гриндерим пятки
Я везде, как тэга Круза
Забиваю, как Карузо
Наш рэп вашим тусам
Глаза с виду, как якудза
Fuji на дредах, как Марли
Пускаем залп, хоть не в армии
Где ты живешь, это Нарния
Дунули водный мы ща, как подводные камни
Нажми на плей, слушай наш тейп
Со мною bitch, как модель
Этот стафф липкий, как клей
Слышь, не наглей
Предоставь это мне
Здесь Ugly и Fuji
Блант аккуратненько скручен
Да, я везучий
Они зовут меня pimp, хотя просто везу чик

[Припев: @fuji-exe & @uglykillahdotcom]
В моем зипе лежит двадцать один грамм
Наш альбом не бомба, бро, это напалм
Пока писали его, сдули двадцать один грамм
Двадцать один грамм, двадцать один грамм
В моем зипе лежит двадцать один грамм
Наш альбом не бомба, бро, это напалм
Пока писали его, сдули двадцать один грамм
Двадцать один грамм, двадцать двадцать один грамм

21 грамм (prod. by UGLYKILLAH)

Blow Up Like Da Bomb (prod.rory4gone)

Shot A Flow (prod.rory4gone)

Balsamic Vinegar (feat. ZS)

This one came from imagining Dracula in the 21st century — too lazy to hunt, too hooked on apps, screaming at notifications instead of villagers. It’s hunger, boredom, and absurdity all wrapped in one unholy late-night craving.

The lyrics dive into a vampire who’s banned from every delivery service but can’t let go of the addiction. It’s satire, it’s horror, it’s comedy — a mirror of our own tech-dependency but painted in blood and glitch.

This track lives where parody meets darkness. It’s gothic fast food, cursed with five-star reviews.

Lyrics

Castle’s cold, can’t cook, too lazy to bite
Scrollin’ through the app in the middle of night
Special notes: no garlic, no light
Ring bell once—don’t make me come out
Last guy did, never left the route
Tip in blood bags, five stars outta spite
Driver disappeared—yeah, that’s my right

I’m starving!
Banned from the app, they shut me down
But hunger’s louder than the town

Dracula’s DoorDash addiction
Meals on wheels, my nightly affliction
Knock-knock—driver’s gone missing
One-star review with a coffin inscription

Postmates blocked me, Uber Eats too
Grubhub said, “We’re not serving you”
So I start my own—dark enterprise
PostMates of Darkness—nobody survives
Soup in a chalice, fries in a tomb
Pizza? Straight coffin. Gets delivered by whom?
My Yelp reviews? Five stars—to die for
Best wings I ever had, never made it to my door

Apps won’t save my appetite
So I’ll run my own tonight

Dracula’s DoorDash addiction
Midnight snack, eternal conviction
Contactless means you don’t exist
I bite to eat, and you won’t be missed

Doorbell rings with a hollow tone
Leave it at the crypt, I’ll eat alone
Meals on wheels, the coffin calls
Blood on the receipt, garlic walls
Corporate banned me? Fine—I’ll IPO
I’m the vampire CEO of Uber Throat™!

Dracula’s DoorDash addiction
Late-night craving, cursed nutrition
App won’t work, but the hunger stays
So I built my own—Blood Hub™ craze

Your delivery has been canceled
…but the driver was delicious

Dracula’s DoorDash Addiction

Картьє [prod. by CODE.441]

Follow @roofieisback <- Great dude
ℙ𝕣𝕠𝕕 𝕓𝕪 𝔾𝔻 𝔹𝕖𝕒𝕥𝕤: https://www.youtube.com/@gdbeats281
𝐋𝐲𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐬:
[Intro]
This is Roofie, I love you
I really do

[Hook: Bang Richard Sciszors]
Bitch I eat poop while rapping on the beat
Poop’s the best food and y’all saying I’m the shit
A lot of boys at my school see my SoundCloud and spit
Bitch I-D-C, fuck these kids 

[Verse 1: Yung Roofie, 𝘉𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘙𝘪𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘚𝘤𝘪𝘴𝘻𝘰𝘳𝘴]
Lacerate you with a knife, stab you till your fuckin' dead 
I'll fuck your bitch and bend her over, make her give me head
I ain't even jokin faggot you heard what I fuckin' said
Get a cup a fill it up and drink a little bit of red
Think your bitch hot but she not she just a whore
Go out and get the 9 out the fucking drawer
Had to change the line so I guess you don't know the lore
I'm Yung Roofie you know I always score

𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘦 𝘳𝘢𝘱, 𝘐𝘮𝘮𝘢 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘸 𝘶𝘱
𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰’ 𝘣𝘪𝘵𝘤𝘩 𝘪𝘴 𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘶𝘱
𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘸 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴, 𝘴𝘰, 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘶𝘱 
𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘺 𝘯𝘶𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘶𝘱 
𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘦 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭𝘴 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱, 𝘴𝘰 𝘐 𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘶𝘱
𝘓𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘢 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘐 𝘳𝘢𝘯 𝘶𝘱

Then I run up got shot in the chest
Luckily I got  a vest 
That is just a test 
You're a fucking pest


[Verse 2: Bang Richard Sciszors]
And while I’m rapping and hitting
Y’all are just clapping and eating
All rappers lagging and bitching
‘Cuz they are lacking and shiting
Their bitches sucking and cheating
And I’m pranking, repeating
This money stacking, I’m seating
Hol’ on, I can’t rhyme more

[Hook: Bang Richard Sciszors]
Bitch I eat poop while rapping on the beat
Poop’s the best food and y’all saying I’m the shit
A lot of boys at my school see my SoundCloud and spit
Bitch I-D-C, fuck these kids 




Man Up (w/ Roofie)

Remix by zZBlu3

letra / lyrics:

Agarro el perfume me pongo el Jovan
Agarro el perfume me pongo el Jovan
Estoy como un toro yo te voy a dar
Estoy como un toro yo te voy a dar
x2

Soy un cazador
Soy como Kraven
La hago chillar como Lenny cuando la vuelva a ver
2012-2015 cuando chateaba en el face
He recorrido su piel
Piel sintetik
Estoy muy bien
It's on my head
Soy como Kraven
Yo tengo el peluche

Le saco el relleno
La tengo en mi cuarto
Le pongo la luz azul, la luz UV
Para ver como le dejo los dedos marcados, le dejo los dígitos
Suben los digitos de golpe en mi cuenta y me pongo loco como un Digimon
Siento como sube mi ki, se eleva mi aura,
y eso que ella no se llama Laura
me siento bien de cuerpo y alma
Porque es la dicha feliz
No es propaganda
Podría ser mas mano dura con ella, pegarle en la nalga
Una buena nalgada
La mano marcada
Y que grite en mi cama
Que haya cero carpa
Paráaa está mi viejo durmiendo en la cama de arriba, a dos cuartos de distancia
Pero prefiero que la vea como una amiga, que hay un poco de buena onda, pero que nada pasa

Sabes como le agarro la nalga y le dejo mi mordida marcada
La traigo a mi cama, me prendo un porro con ella encima, le doy besos en el cuello, me pierdo en su mirada
Le paso el humo por el cuerpo, le dejo ceniza en la espalda
Está bien tal vez mucho no te cabe porque te vas a tener que bañar por el olor a humo y sexo pero te vas a ir re garchada
Siempre cuidada
Yo soy tu hombre. Y también tu espada.
Tiraba un montón de barras re atrevidas re zarpadas porque estamos cantando arriba de un tema de Virus que me activa el chakra sexual y me pongo como un toro debajo de tu sabana

Agarro el perfume me pongo el Jovan (Jack Black)
Agarro el perfume me pongo el Jovan
Estoy como un toro yo te voy a dar (Kung Fu Panda)

Agarro el perfume me pongo el Jovan
Agarro el perfume me pongo el Jovan
Estoy como un toro yo te voy a dar
Estoy como un toro yo te voy a dar
x2

Agarro el perfume me pongo el Jovan
Agarro el perfume me pongo el Jovan
Agarro el perfume
Agarro el perfume
Agarro el perfume
Agarro el perfume

No sé si tomarme la que me baja o la que me sube
Te caigo para tu casa porque está re barato el Uber
Te ando buscando, estoy por mi barrio
Que antes también solía ser el tuyo
Y ahora no sé a donde te has ido
Te fuiste muy lejos
Con otro tipo
y yo me destruyo
Recuerdo tus piernas
A veces te extraño
se me pasa en el acto
nunca fuimos algo
total, nunca te tuve
solo por un rato
solo por un rato
tampoco fue para tanto
nunca podría olvidarlo

Nunca podría olvidarlo

Se cayó la movida
Nooo como que ya no tenemos la notaaa
No sé que mierda pasó todos estos años
Me gustaría comprar un vapo por telegram pero no me decido si comprar liquidos o un pod de esos saborizados
descartables
pero ya sabes lo que pienso de eso,
de lo descartable y de lo que permanece,
lo que hicimos vos y yo en el verano ese,
o en el otoño,
después no nos vimos por unos pares de meses,
Yo soy el villano, el que permanece
El que lo establece

Esto es un incendio
Es una locura
Tal vez con ella tendría que ser más mano dura
Trucos mentales
Hilo dental
Tomo una pastilla, ya no me va tan mal,
la tengo encima, placer terrenal
me quiere matar, ah
me voy a infartar, yah
me voy a infartar, yah

No sé qué mierda voy a hacer ahora
Siempre veo números angelicales cuando veo la hora

Me gusta llegar a la gente y que asientan con la cabeza cuando escuchan mi tema
que se olviden los problemas
para que las nalgas reboten emocionalmente
todas mis nenas
dos novias con cadenas
y alas negras
estoy tirando cualquiera
pero igual esta parte ya había salido perfecta
en la toma anterior
y perfecta como ella no creo pero bueno...
Es la Muerte del Rock

Ella me causa pesadillas y
Tengo que tomarme unas pastillas que
Consigo por la deepweb y
Extraño su olor aquí

Aquí...

JOVAN / MUSK (BACKROOM EDITION REMIX)

This track was born out of exhaustion — not just with the scammers and fake gurus online, but with myself for still clicking. It’s about the digital circus of “experts,” everyone shouting louder than the next while quietly drowning in the same confusion they claim to fix. It’s satire, yeah, but it’s also confession. I’ve been hypnotized by the glow of certainty too.

Welcome, seekers of truth
Today, I’ll teach you how to make six figures
By selling a course on how to make six figures
Step one, look confident
Step two, never answer a real question
Step three, trademark the phrase “Step Three”

Got a Lambo in the thumbnail, leased it for the shoot
Sells a morning routine but wakes up after noon
Relationship coach, five marriages deep
Finance king still Venmo-requestin’ for the groceries he eats

“Follow me for wisdom” — they barely graduated
“Life hack millionaire” — they barely gettin’ paid yet
I roll my eyes and scroll, can’t believe they still persist
But I’ve watched every clip — yeah, I’m part of this

All these prophets, all these priests
Selling snake oil to the lost and weak
And I’m buyin’ it too — on repeat
’Cause I want to believe that it’s easy and cheap

Everybody’s an expert, but nobody knows shit
Got a blueprint for success, yeah, they printed it legit
They’re preachin’ like they’re prophets from a mountain of lies
But their crown’s from the dollar store and truth’s in disguise

Step one — believe the lies
Step two — monetize
Step three — repeat the scam
Then teach it back on Instagram

Click, subscribe, bow, obey
The Algorithm knows the way
Pray for views, confess your sin
And sell the secret once again

Step one, gratitude. Step two, buy my course
Step three, manifest a yacht. Step four, manifest divorce
Chakra cleanse for credit, yeah, I’m still in the red
I followed all twelve steps — still broke, still misled

“Eat raw liver, quit your job, and start a million-dollar brand”
From a guy recording videos in his mom’s minivan
Guess I’m part of the system, I’m feeding the beast
Screenshotting quotes from a dude with no teeth

All these prophets, all these priests
Selling dreams they don’t believe
And I’m buyin’ it too, like a dopamine hit
’Cause if they’re all pretendin’, maybe I can fake it a bit

Everybody’s an expert, but nobody knows shit
Got a blueprint for success, yeah, they printed it legit
They’re preachin’ like they’re prophets from a mountain of lies
But their crown’s from the dollar store and truth’s in disguise

Step one — believe the lies
Step two — monetize
Step three — repeat the scam
Then teach it back on Instagram

Click, subscribe, bow, obey
The Algorithm knows the way
Pray for views, confess your sin
And sell the secret once again

Repeat after me, I am powerful
I am wise
(four hundred ninety-nine... ninety nine!)
I am powerful
I am wise
(four hundred ninety-nine... ninety nine!)

I am powerful
I am wise
I am powerful
I am wise

Just four ninety-nine... ninety nine
And I’m still broke

Everybody’s an expert, but nobody knows shit
Even me when I’m yellin’ from this digital pit
We’re all selling something we don’t understand
Building castles of certainty on quicksand

Everybody’s an expert, and here’s the bitter twist
We all bought the bullshit, then called ourselves specialists

“Step three… trademark the phrase ‘Step Three’…”

Everyone's An Expert (But Nobody Knows Shit)

Turn 36, i'm tired and done with it this is that song

Aging Millenial (Single Version)

This track has no emotional depth, no message, and no apologies. Just boobs, butts, and bass.
🎧 Play it loud.
❤️ Like it if your standards are low (or your playlist is fire).
🔁 Repost if you’re not afraid of being judged.
💬 Drop a comment if you’d risk it all for a good butt.

BOOB$%BUTTZ&&@$$!!ASS^%%!~

Broke Flex

🍭 A sparkling pop-gospel jam for every Disney foodie — “Calories Don’t Count in Disneyland” bounces with piano sass, bright synths, and a wink of pure park magic. 🎹 Female lead vocals bring powerhouse charm with gospel-style harmonies and hand-clap rhythm, while the rap break turns snack speed-eating into an Olympic event. 🎠 It’s fun, fast, and unapologetically joyful — a high-energy anthem for every churro-loving, Dole Whip–devouring park pro out there.

Genre: 🎧 Pop / Gospel Pop / Comedy Rap
Mood: 🍬 Playful • 🎉 Bright • 😋 Sassy • 🎢 Energetic
Tags: #DisneyStyle #PopGospel #Disneyland #FoodieAnthem #CaloriesDontCount #SnackLife #FemaleVocal #ChurroBeats #FeelGoodPop

Similar Artists: 🎤
Meghan Trainor • Lizzo • Kelly Clarkson • Doja Cat • Janelle Monáe • Sara Bareilles

✨ Sweet, sassy, and absolutely guilt-free — calories don’t count when the magic’s this good.

© 2025 Pixley Productions. All rights reserved.

Pixley Productions is an independent, fan-made creative project and is not affiliated with, endorsed by, or connected to The Walt Disney Company or any of its subsidiaries or affiliates. All references to Disney parks, characters, or properties are made under fair use for purposes of comedy, parody, satire, commentary, and artistic expression.

Calories Don't Count in Disneyland

R&R Gang present
Tukang tambal ban - Jhxny!, Alijagobanget, Lil Re'feat
Prod. Tsein
Mix & Master : R&R Gang

Tukang tambal ban (Prod. Tsein)

Not every rapper flexes money or chains — some of us flex our fears.
This track dives into self-doubt, social anxiety, and “fun-sized fears in a king-sized world.”
It’s sad. It’s funny. It’s real BEPO.

Clown Mask Cries

Our society’s cooked. We’re just temporary ants.
I’m hopping genres and pouring my heart, soul, and chaos into a musical journal—hold on tight. Hit the follow button to hear new songs/journal entries. Find a piece of me you enjoy.
I am a human who values their privacy... 
Follow along, and maybe one day you’ll understand me.
AI assisted music, it can’t replace the connection between us.
Emotions are fleeting—enjoy them while we still can.
Monetizing my depression
Email - midnightalchemist7@proton.me

HÉROE O VILLANO❓

EL CROONER DEL AUTOTUNE 🗣️🎙️

EL HÉROE DEL PLUG! / EL VECINO

Emoplugg 💦 Emotrap 💧 Hyperpop 🗡️

y un poco de comedia, irreverente...

También experimento con otros géneros como Post-Punk, Shoegaze, Bedroom Pop, Indie Rock... fusionados con rap melódico digital🌹 me adapto a cualquier genero, ustedes mandenme las ideas que tengan ;)

eventos / beats / feats / vocal samples :
💌 linternasenelbosque@gmail.com

Piedras preciosas que dejamos flotando en el tiempo...

333

SOMETIMES IM A BIG RED MONSTER

Os mais quentes do underground: wthrfrkst (pka 5leepyl00k) & sw4n3

Just upload music for fun
R&R Gang ©24
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@zanyuraa a.k.a Jhxny!
@Shirayaka a.k.a Lil Re'feat, Lil Alamin
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Flinch, Then Ignite:  https://distrokid.com/hyperfollow/shiitakeproducts/flinch-then-ignite

I built Shiitake Products because the world needed a home for beautiful nonsense and soul-splitting truth.

- Sometimes that looks like a dancefloor meltdown at 2am.
- Sometimes it’s a button that says “Mildly Okay Human.”
- Sometimes it’s a whispered hymn to grief.

It’s all real. It’s all me. This is my multiverse—and you’re invited.

Here, AI collides with human emotion to create music that actually means something.
From dark trap bangers to cinematic alt-rock anthems, from emo-folk confessionals to glitch-satire ballads—every track is a story, a mood, a moment.
Not built for algorithms.
Built to feel.

🎧 Genres? Trap. EDM. Alt-rock. Rap-rock. Folk. Comedy. Chaos.

🧠 Themes? Rage. Love. ADHD spirals. Existential dread. Healing. Heartbreak. Hope.

🎯 Mission? To punch through the noise—and hit something real.


🔥 Want your story turned into a song? I do that.

🎁 Every listen helps fund more sonic experiments, more weird merch, and more beautiful noise.

🔗 Links:
🎶 Spotify: open.spotify.com/artist/7Hk4B9nLJs5XwqQEqOdMaU
🍎 Apple Music: music.apple.com/us/artist/shiitake-products/1766960367
☕ Support / Custom Songs: ko-fi.com/shiitakeproducts
🌐 More chaos: shiitakeproducts.com

⚠️ Marketers & "design bros" beware: I will waste your time on purpose.

I'm a meme rapper, don't take this serious
For contact: calvincharles464@gmail.com, dc: sniper677
Member of the LLC @realloliloverscollective
this shit got hacked @192381290319023

I go by Bepo. The name came from One Piece, but it stuck because it felt right — loyal, different, and never afraid to stand out. I rap the way I think: fast, sharp, and always switching gears. Every track is me pushing my voice and style further, no gimmicks, no shortcuts. Music is where I put all the energy I can’t hold in.

Pixley Productions is our fun little parody project — not affiliated with Disney or its affiliates in any way — just fans making music for the joy of it. 

We make music inspired by the parks we love, mixing nostalgia, creativity, and a bit of magic just for fun. 🎶🐾💫

Have a fun song idea? DM us— We'll see about whipping something up! 🐶🎧

About me: creepie shit under ma bed made me doing this stuff, mane. Spiting in micro while stiky fingers hug nugget - ow, day by day. About me too: beat my beats and drop my puke`s rhymes 
STAY TUUUUUNED, bro

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