Prod me only me

Beta test first Song for my new Genre I made called "DrakenB" =) this Is the Future! and It'll be big. Flying Cars! Will have only DrakenB record stations named different genres to trick the Listener into thinking theyre listening to that genre but Guess what. DrakenB. It always has been about this after all. So. listen to the song

       *** Lyrics 
                      : So...
                                  Its something LIke this:
                                                                                  

                                                     Poptropica Reality TV
Like an Airbag, undervalued til Needed
No one needs me, ain't fly Like a G6
Diet coke every 3 Minutes till Im seasick

Canker sores bro They got me so depleted
I was cute for a bit, its back to being seedy
Operation Ivy, can you please Drive me
Im the president, No License or ID

If you pay for features Do not shop with me
I can't shop for shit with Nerds Burning Money
Invader Zim on me but I aint Scene B
Watch the feds fail to catch me Im Riding Dirty

All these girls flirting while Im modding PSPs
Don't care About the drip, dress shirt and Sagging Jeans
Dave Strider with The Blade, Roll Kush Every Day
Coming into class Late, do that 8x a day

I dont mean to be rude But if You gossip Fuck You
Mean it with my full Chest bro Go On and fuck Yourself
In El Paso with my Brodie We pull up to the Drive In
Got my whitebelt On Im gonna crash the Function

My baby Hi Point On Ozempic
I Don't stress much because In Fear I can press it
Silent Hill, dreams Restless
Unemployment causing my Money to be messed with

LBP, I give your Girlfriend my sack Boy
I'm just talking Racks, Uh Doy
I'm the duffle Bag Boy
Then there's me in the end Thats all Folks

Saying later to the feds and Haters, shootin the Bird and watch me Nightcrawl
Mess around too Much Use my drum Im Dave Grohl ... 🥁💃😴

Weyewy!!

I know God Love Me made It Age 17
If you hate me today I Still hope you’re here for me
Still nothing Change doe still making Midi Symphonies
As soon as Im 21 Im Drinking All the Hennessy

Come and shop me with Me walk through Chuds Fantasy
Find out my Mental based on Materialistic Needs
Got a bike Keyboard cash Im grinning ear to ear
It’s a pretty Big Number but ain’t nothing to fear

Sipping Red White Blue Bang, still fuck the USA
Taking back Sundae, Hey That’s My Ice Cream!!! (Get Back Here…)
Happy Bunny shirt on, when Im feeling Rude
Happy Bunny shirt on, youre Ugly and Its True

Just Kitten, just lying, I’m Drunknmunky buying
Paul Frank jeans on, they’re sagging on my Nikes
OG Forces probably Older than Me, smoking Weed
CBD the Notre Dame, I’ma light dat Shi up

Then I’ll do it all again, don’t like You or your friends
I'm not with Any Shits, I don't like Fascists
Back on my shit, destroy the breaks, I am Goreshit
I don't really care, Cybergrind blasting, drum machine Destroyed

Yo Bitch play with my Dick like it was a toy
I don't care I don't care About You Little Boys
I don't care I'm Carl Crack, I'm a Black Ark
KR-6K, this The New Arc, New Age
You can sit and Block and hate you'll never be me so you Rage

You can sit and Block and hate you'll never be me so you Rage.. yep

🎁 Birthday 🎁 【prod Me】🎂🥳

MV
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9Ab0BO4NL4k

Stream
https://tellallyourfriends.neocities.org

A blood gushing 9 minutes of 5 tomato-picked cognitive instabilities, unintentionally continuing the rough, gore-splashed atmosphere of his previous single "Guess What", DJ Chud, Texas' #1 Teen Angst and Fury Troubadour that is yet to be dethroned as he sits in his castle in an ample vampire cloak and red PJ bottoms with a computer with nothing but time to kill as he double-fists Code Red cans until they fall apart, brings to you another piece, poorly wrapped in intestines with his heart amateurly duct taped in the center. Gather your lads around and pop this tape in, watching nothing but a plasmatic, vital stream drench your decks, you are listening to the Tell All Your Friends EP.

Recorded & produced in late October - early November in SATX House Of Mastiffs

All Tracks Produced By DJ Chud
Vocals By DJ Chud
Cover art By DJ Chud 

꒒ꌩꋪꀤꉓꌗ

Im so high like I got Blade on my teeth
Blow smoke like a train and it’s all burning leaves
All you rap Niggas stay steady weak 
Like a Goofy ass bum locking they Uploads on Soulseek

IDK Who he is, idk Who You is
I Don’t know that girl But I did stick my dick in her
Definitely, turn yo ass into a Dead Kennedy
If you step up to me, If You try to Mess With Me!

Carl Crack, I got that cheap swag you’d still jack
DMT got me seeing life like a Doom Map
In Mack D’s, freaking, hanging with homies
Feel like I’m Burial, my Life Be Hurting Me

I got that Dog In Me, Jade Harley
Fresh Nigga, get the Hoes calling
I smoke that potent, it’s tasting like garlic
Smoking that Tony Hawk, this pack stay Gnarly

Leave you all red like the Talking Heads
Portraits Of Past, Bang Yer Head
British chick giving me crazy neck
She said my shit is a Banga Ye, then stick my cock in her arse, fill her with Semen Breh

Dropping so much, just tryna make bread
Vicki Leekx,
 taking Meds, tryna dodge the Feds
I fall off after one track like Owl City
I fuck all these hoes, cuz I am Not Picky

I fuck on her ass, leave her Disgusting and Sticky
After we post up and we roll Sweet Swishees
I am in cali after that bitch nigga Bappy
I got a girl who's just like Cassie

From skins, I ain't Talkshow Boy, if you don't fuck wit the rhythm of this, Slit Your Fucking Wrists
And drink my piss too, I take your lunch money and I drive off, later Dude
Drugs move me slow like an Eccojam
You hate on my music, Ion give a damn
Need Nia Jax to sit on my face
DJ Chud, an enemy of the Texas state

Hated by the upper class
Master Chief when I tote the Strap
 I lost myself and Might Need a Map
Why the haters be talking all this crap? Come to my show and it ends with a scrap

You know what they say, suffering Build character
How'd you think I made it age 17?
And No, I ain't really scene
But I be with my niggas in the back reading some Pon and Zi

I hate all these niggas just like how Uncle Ruckus be
And I press all dem triggas, I am on Red, yall on Blue team
Smoke up with the crew, yeah I roll with the Gangreen
And if they don't like you, do not try to talk to me

She wanna fistbump, OK, lets bump it
Fuckin with me, throw you in the Hudson
Vocals inaudible like Chippendale
Step in the game and I give em Hell

Yall haters is wack, got no Style and no Policy
I got yo bitch, and we walkin around the city
DJ Chud, I bring the real Draken fuckin B
I bring the noise el supa hard like 6 Tiger Beats

Tell All Your Friends EP

😢〝 Life Be Hurting Me〞prod me 🦷🍔😒 (MV In Description)

Stream
https://tellallyourfriends.neocities.org

A blood gushing 9 minutes of 5 tomato-picked cognitive instabilities, unintentionally continuing the rough, gore-splashed atmosphere of his previous single "Guess What", DJ Chud, Texas' #1 Teen Angst and Fury Troubadour that is yet to be dethroned as he sits in his castle in an ample vampire cloak and red PJ bottoms with a computer with nothing but time to kill as he double-fists Code Red cans until they fall apart, brings to you another piece, poorly wrapped in intestines with his heart amateurly duct taped in the center. Gather your lads around and pop this tape in, watching nothing but a plasmatic, vital stream drench your decks, you are listening to the Tell All Your Friends EP.

Recorded & produced in late October - early November in SATX House Of Mastiffs

All Tracks Produced By DJ Chud
Vocals By DJ Chud
Cover art By DJ Chud 

꒒ꌩꋪꀤꉓꌗ

I Hit the Epic Face when she pulled up
Baby girl, she wanna fuck
I hate fucking scene kids, 
Feed 'em to the lions Yeah.

I used to be sober
It used to be less colder
Now Im smoking dope and rolling it around Like a boulder

Sisyphus, my fist is in your bitches gut
Human Nike box after she gives me a donkey Punch
Leaves me covered in Blood, but I already have a song called that
Please, I'll huff the dust before I ever touch the crack

I am yoko Ono nigga and i stole Yo fucking girl
Fucked up your world, now you tryna get me served
Bitch, the feds can eat the dirt
Put yo ass in the ground with a smirk
Yo chick, she got that ass, she carryin around that Lil Durk

You a pussy fuck nigga, go on and clutch your pearls
Got a blasian homie We roll around like Toejam and Earl
Got a triple XL Sweatshirt like My Name Is Earl
I be chiefin' on Inhalants that tell me Fuck The World


Dreads stay untwisted, Homie I am about to Hurl.
and I aint never leaving Bitches Even if I hate this Earth
And I smoke everyday, rolled a Blunt at Birth
Trying to hold me down, restrict me, I'll just make this worse

I just smoke Acacia Strain, yo bitch give me Wormwood
And she Love me Love me Love me Love Me so Good
Fuzzy Dino Pop the way Im screaming over Beats
Make a scene, I cant go in too hard because of Normies, Yeah

Or my parents catching me, I am Only 17
Afraid of everything and so on, Like Im Billy
You hating DJ Chud in '24 is so silly
I know I'm next up, and that's Really god willing
feel Like Seth Macfarlane when Im fucking singing

😃〝 Epic〞prod me 😊

Stream
https://tellallyourfriends.neocities.org

A blood gushing 9 minutes of 5 tomato-picked cognitive instabilities, unintentionally continuing the rough, gore-splashed atmosphere of his previous single "Guess What", DJ Chud, Texas' #1 Teen Angst and Fury Troubadour that is yet to be dethroned as he sits in his castle in an ample vampire cloak and red PJ bottoms with a computer with nothing but time to kill as he double-fists Code Red cans until they fall apart, brings to you another piece, poorly wrapped in intestines with his heart amateurly duct taped in the center. Gather your lads around and pop this tape in, watching nothing but a plasmatic, vital stream drench your decks, you are listening to the Tell All Your Friends EP.

Recorded & produced in late October - early November in SATX House Of Mastiffs

All Tracks Produced By DJ Chud
Vocals By DJ Chud
Cover art By DJ Chud 

꒒ꌩꋪꀤꉓꌗ

Rainbow Dash Tulpa I smoke with
Stood Nonchalant with no Emotion
Don't give a shit about nothing, tears in my eyes As Im leaving the function

RIP $LUDGEHAMMER, king of Grand Junction
I'm taking something just to feel nothing
When I count up the dead presidents
I'ma use them to buy pack thats so strong It Kills Elephants

What Im chiefing on ain't Texan Legal
Swag so lethal, it’s killin Niggas
Act deceitful when I press my Hi Point trigger
I am Always on the soap shoe grind trying to make some Figures

But it’s all delusional
Im taking medicine that ain’t constitutional
I smoke that bud and watch it crumble

Before my very eyes, and I die inside when I ain’t high
You can never be like me and that’s coz my brain is fried I donated it to Popeyes

Fuck my Popeyes job that shit was a snoozefest
Now Im tryna make it big with music that is incoherent
I’m so belligerent eating KFC
NEET but I still go to school and chug syrup and blow weed

Doing robo until I see Things, Anything
I feel like Say Anything with these gold fillings around my fucking fingers
Yo girl hug my nutsack like a Teddy Bear then she stay for more than that and lingers
Had to kick her out the crib, leave her feelings hurt coz I have to be alone and smoke

Like that one Lil Xan song about Betrayal, man that Song was so fucking trash Yo
I sniff her armpits and it’s garbo

🌿〝 IM TAKING SOMETHING JUST TO FEEL NOTHING. 〞prod me 😔

Stream
https://tellallyourfriends.neocities.org

A blood gushing 9 minutes of 5 tomato-picked cognitive instabilities, unintentionally continuing the rough, gore-splashed atmosphere of his previous single "Guess What", DJ Chud, Texas' #1 Teen Angst and Fury Troubadour that is yet to be dethroned as he sits in his castle in an ample vampire cloak and red PJ bottoms with a computer with nothing but time to kill as he double-fists Code Red cans until they fall apart, brings to you another piece, poorly wrapped in intestines with his heart amateurly duct taped in the center. Gather your lads around and pop this tape in, watching nothing but a plasmatic, vital stream drench your decks, you are listening to the Tell All Your Friends EP.

Recorded & produced in late October - early November in SATX House Of Mastiffs

All Tracks Produced By DJ Chud
Vocals By DJ Chud
Cover art By DJ Chud 

꒒ꌩꋪꀤꉓꌗ

Yeah… Ion know how to feel
Got a Debbie Hyman GF, she suck me Good For Real 

Fuck Really how You fucking Feel
I do whatever I want whenever I want that’s coz Ive Been fucking Trill
I got Cat Piss ganja, they come in from Every single fucking Front

I flip em Up, mark em Up, Shit And Shine yeah we sellin’ drugs
I burn it all up, salty tomato pack, yeah It Fill My Lungs

I feel so Low but I’m So High

I was born to feel Thus Im Born to die
My crew dont like humans like No Trend
I’m off the Dex like Im 13 again, that shit got me writing some Nonsense

I get 3 kicks from this shit like Im Arca
Dj Chud, money stay cheesy like Pasta
Hair staying twisted, Lil Rasta
Got a bad lady and she clop me off

I can only go in raw or not at all

Why do I work so Hard? Ion wanna Go To university
I smoke so Much Fucking dope that Shit give me enough Knowledge to last me until my thirties . . . 

Aaahhhhhhhhhoooohhhhh !! 🗣️

👕〝BEEN TRILL〞prod me ⚔️

Stream
https://tellallyourfriends.neocities.org

A blood gushing 9 minutes of 5 tomato-picked cognitive instabilities, unintentionally continuing the rough, gore-splashed atmosphere of his previous single "Guess What", DJ Chud, Texas' #1 Teen Angst and Fury Troubadour that is yet to be dethroned as he sits in his castle in an ample vampire cloak and red PJ bottoms with a computer with nothing but time to kill as he double-fists Code Red cans until they fall apart, brings to you another piece, poorly wrapped in intestines with his heart amateurly duct taped in the center. Gather your lads around and pop this tape in, watching nothing but a plasmatic, vital stream drench your decks, you are listening to the Tell All Your Friends EP.

Recorded & produced in late October - early November in SATX House Of Mastiffs

All Tracks Produced By DJ Chud
Vocals By DJ Chud
Cover art By DJ Chud 

꒒ꌩꋪꀤꉓꌗ

The Loud got me saying Like Like Im James Ferraro
It got me repeatin' Sounds, man Im feeling so Robot-o
I don't think You mean it cuz it ain't sound Retard-O-
Bot, white In my snot, sike I don't stoop That Low

Nah Man, I just only smoke the Herbs
But now and then, Catch me Sipping on some Sizzurp
Texas To Memphis, yes I'm in Three Six
Bin Laden kush in my Lungs and in my piss

I don't wish bad But I Want You to not exist
I don't believe the plug is coming, yep I'm a Nihilist
I don't want anything But To Become Rich
When I get my racks Up I'm buying Adio Margera Kicks

I don't even Listen to HIM
Live life 2014, Kush and Adult Swim
I was gonna Pour Up again, but I lost my Limbs
I was gonna say some true shit, Forget It

I was gonna say something to prove Im legit
I was gonna say what I thought was in my head
Chase daily for the peso and That Bread
Chase daily For the Fun of It All, No Trend

Chase daily for the Peso, Im Rocky
Chase daily for the net Clicks, I'm Boxxy
Chase daily for the ego, On My Kanye
Chase daily for the High, just for One escape

🙋‍♀️〝Chase Daily〞prod me 🏃 ←🚶

BLUE TIGER Out Now all plats
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⠀DJ (C)annibalistic (H)umanoid (U)nderground (D)weller 

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