This is a banger with featuring Jay Fehrman BEATS and Mizzy, Qwent, and the Butcher on vocals.  Catch the vibe!!  Upcoming track on the Johnny Jetpack LP

Ouchyaelmn

Produced by Buddy
2025

Lyrics:

Stuck inside my head/
And I can’t let you in/
Not til it’s safe again/
I let these bad thoughts pass/
Reflect on all my sins/
I’m trapped behind this mask/
Don’t ask me where I been/
Stuck inside my head/
No I can’t get you out/
But if you leave right now/
I’ll let these bad thoughts win/
I’ll let my demons out/
I feel it in my skin/
I fucking need you now/

Something to say you been keeping from me, it’s fucking tragic/
I miss the days we could see each other without the madness/
I felt your pain, something broken in you, I had to have it/
I’m barely sane, out in the rain, you’re keeping me distracted/
I’m on your mattress, my habits lead me to troubled waters/
Poker face, I just violated your lovely daughter/
Now I’m a goner, love is harder, I’m growing older/
A womanizing piece of shit, I guess nobody told her/
Lay on my shoulder, the consequence of a selfish man/
Only in it for confidence and attention span/
You held my hand, helped me up when they beat me down/
I left you stranded, still wishing that I would see you around/
Weak to the sound, broken hearted, you pull me closer/
Look what you started, just play the part til you fucking ghost her/
It’s never over, feel weak when I see your face/
I guess it speaks to all the memories I tried to erase/

Race to the bottom, you only won cus you beat him there/
Coulda forgot him, you cut him off, he just reappeared/
Another shot, young and dumb enough to lend him an ear/
Covered in rot, guess he forgot that he left you in tears/
Couldn’t conquered his fear, wouldn’t step to the plate/
He never owned up to the damage that he left in his wake/
And every stupid mistake, he just repeats it again/
Blowing his chances, something rancid creeping under his skin/
Blow in the wind, where weather takes me, you seem to follow/
You left me dead, can’t find my head inside this sleepy hollow/
A message in a bottle, but you just block my texts/
You were addicted to the drama, I’m a sucker for sex/
I’ve struggled for less, you hit my number and break me open/
But every time I check the phone I know I’m only hoping/
Barely coping, hold my breath til I take my last/
Like if I wrote the perfect verse then you might take me back

Stuck

Eyedea - It's Like That (DNB Flip)

Produced by Masked Man:

https://traktrain.com/masked-man-peace

Lyrics:

Neighbors fighting thru the walls, I can hear em/
Someone else had got involved and now it’s all a wash/
All that time is gone, disappear it all, cannot be resolved//
Then I, heard him just explain it all away/
Talking like it’s just another day/
Nah, I’d never do that to you bae/
It’s all in your head, this is so insane/
And the loud voices drift off and a lightswitch then flicks off//
Take my ear back from the thin wall til the next night when it kicks off//
When a pin falls I can hear not, when that whore comes I’m in earshot//
Then she peels off and the door locks, til his wife’s home then it’s gunshots//

The ups and the downs, the wrongs the rights/
I pray for that couple like every night/
I think of something I could say to his wife/
Or pull him aside, to give him advice/
I don’t/…
There’s milk in the coffee, there’s booze in the kitchen/
The neighbors are fighting, I don’t wanna listen/
They both go to sleep and I start reminiscing/
I made some decisions I don’t wanna own/
They make me a person I don’t wanna be/
I’m out of that prison and now that I’m grown/
This shit got me hurting, disturbing my peace/
I’m grabbing the bottle, I’m twisting the cap/
I dream of tomorrow and sip from the glass/
I’m watching a brother that slipped thru the cracks/
They live in the present, I’m stuck in the past/

You’re dealing with loss, there’s nothing to win/
You’re wearing a cross, it’s burning your skin/
You gotta move on, you let it dissolve/
You’re trapped in those walls, its all paper thin/
Missing back when I could hear em fight/
Thinking maybe he could make it right/
Prolly down another bottle, bitter pill to swallow when you sleep alone at night/
And it’s alright til it’s all wrong and it’s all fights til she moves on/
Hit the gin right til it’s midnight hit the bed right but it’s not warm/
No time to recover, you’re facing it now/
He’s calling your number, he’s pacing around/
He’s pouring another, he falls to the ground/
Neighbors knocking telling me to keep it down/

The Neighbors

Produced by MaskedMan:

https://traktrain.com/masked-man-peace

Lyrics:

Me and my best friends headed for dead ends/
Boutta write that very last message and hit send/
Worry bout some drama if you tryna be misled/
I got some bigger problems than whatever some bitch said/

I guess I’m pissing everybody in the world off/
Ain’t ya daddy teach ya how to treat a girl, dawg?/
I’m in the basement, basically braindead/
Tryna get some girl to drop the knives like I’m K-Fed/
Ay man, learn to love yourself, that’s when freedom comes/
Thru the sickness and the health, I wish you peace and love/
I wish it was as simple as all that/
Now I got some karma in my future like Mallrats/
Aw snap, I get it, I’m not committed/
Ground unstable, I fall back, I didn’t/
Misunderstood, so wave to the critics/
I came for the good, but stayed for the riddance, huh/
I’m on that trash heap, sleep in the back seat/
Paid wage slave, made of liquor and caffeine/
Cradle to the grave, which is quicker to catch sleep/
Neck is to the blade, might be quicker to blast me, blam/

There’s my collection of the women that I used to love/
You acting out for the attention, ain’t give you enough/
Even throughout all the madness, I owe you a hug/
Shoulders heavy like I’m Atlus and I’m bout to shrug/
Forget the drugs, a buzz or a little fame/
Baby I was born with the mic like my middle name/
I penetrate your brittle frame like bullets thru a dinner plate/
I’ll fold a rapper in half then put him back just to set him straight/
I’m on that bad luck, ads at the gas pump/
Pinning all my problems on my past cus my dad sucked/
Tryna a hitch ride inside the back of a Mack truck/
Tryna catch a high, rock bottom me back up/
Aw shucks, never knew the mirror was the face the evil/
Closer than I may appear to all my favorite people/
Never learned to face the fears that made me flick the needle/
Now I’m chasing all those wasted years like lemme write the sequel/

Bigger Problems

Produced by maskedman:

https://traktrain.com/masked-man-peace

Lyrics:

Hide the pain with a balled fist, call missed/
FaceTime turn to time to face it, aww shit/
Casually coexist, codependent hostages/
Tie me down, burn the bridge, this is what adulting is//
Fuck a situationship//

Full of questions that have answers that I already know/
Never present, always make me question where you really go/
Really though, shake you down for clarity, sporadic words/
When the going gets tough, I’m where addict turns/
The yearn to make me wonder, I fight to be your lover/
You’re using me for comfort, I might delete your number/
Pull me under, only love me when the lights are off/
Phone’s dry, use me to survive, then you shrug me off/
Piss drunk, here’s a heads up to your next ex/
Play dumb and follow bread crumbs out to dead ends/
Healing from the loss, surviving knowing love is dead/
Thankful for the moments that you used your words to fill my head/
I see you searching for some shit I think you’ll never find/
Looking for the answer to the yes I will and neverminds/
Blur the lines, kept it casual until it might be real/
Detaching slowly cus I dared to tell you how I feel/

Survive the dry spell, I miss your texts, yeah/
Can’t walk on eggshells, these kicks too fresh, yeah/
I’m such a mess, independently break myself down/
Overanalyze every fucking word that you said now/
I knew inside, you’re barely mine, the rest was only coping/
You change your mind, you hit my line, you the know the door is open/
And maybe I should close it, but are those windows locked?/
I’ll tear it down to the foundation to make it stop/
Was never asking for deeper purpose, just reassurance/
Was never asking for someone perfect, just be my person/
I’m screaming, cursing, I’m hurting knowing that love is dead/
Knowing I can’t ask you to carry me with some broken legs/
Roses red, early Feb, bloody finger, kiss your face/
My throat is aching from imitating some Three Days Grace/
And fuck space, if we wait to pick up the pieces, bet/
Spend a couple months writing raps, hoping we reconnect/

Situationship

Produced by Buddy

https://soundcloud.com/rizztar

Lyrics:

Told her leave the whole bottle, I do not need sips/
I seen some shit along these concrete strips/
From sunny days to when it rains, you know that time still ticks/
And it reminds me we’re all just blips/
I catch a glimpse of their lives, humans just passing me by/
Moments you may overlook, that stick around in my mind/
Another page in they book, only a sentence to mine, not like I’m trying to pry/
No rhyme or reason, I’m just always reading between the lines/
I seen a kid, maybe 5, almost hit by a bus/
Lucky for him, his mother snatched him up/
And she was standing at his side, he bolted off on his own/
He almost died cus she was stuck on her phone/
And just a moment ago, I…/

I seen about a thousand people stepping over a bum/
With one leg, dead asleep while he just cooked in the sun/
I haven’t seen him in a minute, wonder where you are/
But then again, I guess you really couldn’t get too far/
I seen a kid with new kicks, he tried to sell me some dope/
He spilled his bag because his drawstring broke/
The cop was standing on the corner, threw his ass in the cuffs/
Don’t confuse bad karma for luck, I hope he’s cleaning it up/
I saw this girl I used to know, ya know, from way back when/
I used to pray that I would see her again/
I had a chance to say hello, but chose to keep it within/
Another moment, let it blow to the wind/
I let it blow to the wind/

Moment

eyedea - play dead till they kill you

Made this track with the help of ThousandWays. 

You Belong Ft. ThousandWays

The Funktion - Jade Fountain 9.5.25

Produced by Buddy

https://soundcloud.com/rizztar

Lyrics:

Fuck noise, who you mobbin with/
Me and the boys on goblin shit/
Cost MP every time I spit/
It’s not a rock on the chain, it’s an amulet/
You got a short sword, you better brandish it/
You got a orc hoard, you better handle it/
I got a pitchfork and a lit torch/
Them hit points been vanishing/

Tryna find a white mage under that cloak/
Fuck around, make me hit from the back row/
Not a sound, put the money in the sack bro/
Roll up, leave that new town flat broke/
My lane where your girl gon creep in/
You don’t gotta keep your man-a secret/
Fantasies of her and me/
She on that action replay, cheating/
Seething, new flex with a sick car/
Ladies arms outstretched like Ristar/
Know I got the cold steeze, when it’s Buddy on the keys/
You don’t gotta skip ahead to the good part/
No glitch, code switch like GameShark/
No bitch hoe shit on my radar/
Clan is coping, left her open/
Now she’s choking, bitch I play hard/
Press start, get me back to my old ways/
I don’t roll dice bitch, I role-play/
Rappers hating on the kid, but you know they gonna click/
Cus they copy my shit like a Blue Mage/
New age, I start the fights/
Your team is ass, so ya party wipes/
I don’t need the cash, I just need the mic/
And there’s a fee to pass, it might cost ya life/

Boutta hit an MC with an ether/
Finna spin a bitch around that’s a revert/
Gonna knock her up again, that’s a rebirth/
Tryna make a bitch blow, that’s a creeper/
Had her wear green skirt when we linked up/
She got Lon Lon milk, big jugs/
My ex wants to hang, she like a boomerang/
Cus she come back quick when I picked up/
Hooked up with a brothel chick/
Had a helm, unequipped/
Chocohoe while she ride the dick/
I shoulda wrapped it up, Firaga piss/
Got a Marlboro bitch with flat chest/
Smoked 13 reds, got bad breath/
I let her sip the gin while we commit the sin/
She ain’t never been the same since her dad left/
Long text, skip the story/
Got 99 bitches in my inventory/
The game was fun, the cutscene was boring/
Hands off the gold, don’t need the glory/
Yeah bitch I’m the final boss/
Can’t be saved once the line is crossed/
And I don’t give a fuck what your weapon cost/
I put a blade thru your chest like… spoilers/

Final Boss

Illogic - Stay Sleep / Drum and Knowledge

Illogic - Time Is Coming / Walter Rocktight

Illogic - Yellow / Ill Poetic With Homeskillit

Produced by Syko:

https://sykobeats.com

Lyrics:

Don’t give a fuck what your friend thinks/
That's why her fuckin ass flat and her breath stinks/
Send a cashapp, tell her buy some tictacs/
Why I need a fucking hazmat when she says things/
Never listen to opinions, I can form my own/
I get bored, pull a sword from stone/
The pedal floored in a Ford getting lovely dome/
I’ll raise a bitch from the dead just to jump her bones/
Hit ‘em with a head kick call me Cro Cop/
Stick ‘em with a lead dick in they balloon knot/
Sick ‘em like a mean pit, I could chew rocks/
Shorty post a thirst trap, suck it like a juice box/
Settin in the front lawn with a Budweiser/
Butt nekked, gun drawn in a sun visor/
Wreckin in a dark alley like a drunk driver/
Tripping at the Trump rally yelling fuck Pfizer/

I could drop a whack verse, make a thousand bucks/
I can’t count, I just stack it up/
I just met a new shorty, and she down to fuck/
I spin her round, then I stack it up/
Heard you got a new track, boy you album sucks/
Turn it down lemme it stack it up/
All you other MCs hang around my nuts/
It’s no shame, spit flame, I just stack it up/

My rhymes hot like a burn pit/ 
Bars drop on your head like some bird shit/
Hotter than this one chick I used to work with/
You're a butthole, I’m a wordsmith/
Everybody jealous of me, got the gift of gab/
The gay rizz, lemme kiss your dad/
It’s straight bliss, ate swiss off your sisters ass/
You know your words ain’t shit, you should stick to math/
On the path, burn gas like I’m king of the hill/
I kick back after sniffing a pill/
I'm getting top from a thot while I’m gripping the wheel/
You prolly squeal to the cops, that’s the art of the deal/
Heard you got a big mouth but you guys faking/
Make me kick the door down like a ICE agent/
Prolly get yer dick pills from the gas station/
Bitch your money ain’t real, Sam Bankman/

Yo ass dirty, you should wash it/
Turn 30, still pissing in the ball pit/
MCs getting bagged like some dog shit/
I’m a short king, you're a tall bitch/
Waking up in a bed with the love of your life/
Make you regret ever touching a mic/
Get thru your head what I said, here’s some loving advice/
Better watch me round your girl if you ain’t fucking her right/
Get your face blanked out like an NPC/
I lay waste to a MP3/
My shorty said she wanna leave but it’s NBD/
She prolly only got a week before it’s burning to pee/
Pull up on the lawn mower going top speed/
Baby get my leaf blower and some iced tea/
Put a gun up in your mouth, and I may squeeze/
I’ma bust up in your couch, JD/

Stack it Up

9. Lawless prod.reasy beats

Jesse Jaze aka Jaze is a northern Minnesota hip hop pioneer and DJ, emerging in the scene in 2002 with his group Kritical Kontact. Since 2010, Jaze has been building his solo catalog—performing, booking shows, and DJing across the region. In recent years, he’s expanded into EDM, with a focus on bass-heavy sets and house music. Jaze is also the official DJ for the Duluth Harbor Monsters arena football team, bringing energy to both the field and the dancefloor.

Vampire Werewolf is the dark fusion of husband-wife duo Devil Boy (Lil Pac) and Asiatic Ivy—a raw blend of rap disses, sadcore truths, and experimental underground sound straight from the edge. Our music feels like the ghosts of vintage internet rappers whose best tracks got buried by label politics or vanished in the algorithm... but we’re not going anywhere. We're still here, still howling, still biting.

Raised in dangerous hoods, both Devil Boy and Ivy earned recognition and notoriety young—hailed for their words, not their looks. Critics can call us dumb, but the streets, the pen, and the mic say otherwise.

Devil Boy also runs Dark Lightworker Ra on YouTube, diving into trippy conspiracies and spiritual warzones, and cuts cult-classic fan edits through Nightwing Productions.

This is Vampire Werewolf. Ugly truths. Beautiful pain. Chaos that sticks.
Blood in the ink. Soul in the sound.

P.S It should also be noted that Devil Boy and Asiatic Ivy had quite the success as mere teenagers. Asiatic Ivy was a fanatical radical for the planet among other causes, and helped make things like recycling what they are today. Devil Boy as a student was hailed by the United Nation's, (with a few select other students) for raising money for a number of causes, they raised money for what they wrote about, everything from the war at the time, woman's rights, poverty, children that don't fit in, and building schools in underdeveloped countries. Later on as young as a man can be, he was asked by his pagan friends to join in on a United Nations tellathon of both poetry and music, to help raise money for a Pagan Acceptance Project. Footage available on old solo youtube rap profile https://www.youtube.com/@vampirevillage1579/videos

#FUCKPsyops

(We also run a trippy spiritual/conspiracy web series called They Tried To Shatter You.. link below) #FuckMkultra #FuckHealthScienceCentre #FuckVictoriaHospital #FuckWhiteCrossPharmacy And listen to my raps too.

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