ANGRYbreaks

Lyrics:

Can’t Have Shit In Wisconsin. These mother fuckers working tragic Magic like they Johnson. Who got them diseases, my pleads is to have this go off me. But think you got it rough? End that stuff, friend the bend you call tough. Tough break, maybe. Enough of that take baby. Lately, well that was lately, get on wit’ the shaking. Off that bull, I go pull my life so nice man. Chillier than ice can, in this great state of Wisconsin. But we got Portillos, Culvers, fantastic food. We got the shit ya feel, those peeps making it really good. To be from here, fuck it, it’s always been good. Show pride in yo side, if you should hide, you then would. But there’s no reas’, so go please, your soul. They may beat you down, but it ain’t in full. We got the coldest winters, renowned in the snow. Glass Half Full, look how pretty the city is wit’ this witty power coming from the ones we have that navigate. Us through this downtown, to suburbs, laugh and hate? How could we? And that snow shower stunning, so superb. This negative shit just a miniscule blurb. Check it out. Uh, uh.

Can’t Have Shit In Wisconsin. Actually mother fucker, yes ya can!

Can’t Have Shit In Wisconsin. Actually mother fucker, yes ya can!

I’m living proof, I’m giving youth, hope in the world we exist in, I ain’t ever dismissin’ problems let’s solve ‘em, but to revolve ‘em is doing nobody favors. We got the saviors already here, in good smacks, take it and we gon’ make it, steady clear of mood that’s, no good, yo city be proud of it, love it, loud the sound I’m ‘bound to make and take from it, but not bite, I mean write, I seen light in the past error of my ways of last year, I cast fear on myself, I shelf it now, A Hype how? Cause now I wow wit’ the crowd, and I ain’t gon’ let it taint off one dunce, I done mince words and glad I did, mad ass kid who slid and skid. All off, I would have enough of the WI hate, nah that was a cause of not letting in the great, biting all the bait they tried to fool me wit’, lied in school cause the cool kids got rids of me, it’s no pity though, especially wit’, the mentally fit and legit shit I now wit’.

The State Of Wisconsin (Prod. Whirley)

Lyrics:

It’s going down like Timber, remember that song, it was lasting long. The Pitbull reign, that shit my main thang, I would get full on my groove move from that banger, yeah sir, uh, now it’s A Hype. Move and dance, show my pants as they slide down, I may have Madagascar undies from Skipper, glowing trance I put these fools in as I rip the, beat up with heat up, like it Miami, fuck it if I were to own my own car, a Camry, might be it, gotta think about the Lexus though, the bestest know they gotta rep my set, I’m a get my prep, up so I fill my cup of holy water like I deserve it, the hike is so nervous but it really show it purpose at the end, my friend the journey to win the tourney is a grin I’m learning, wouldn’t be there if it was handed, I’m stranded on an island at times, a cast away. But I friend Wilson, this ill one ain’t gon’ kill fun, up to you for interpretation, I’m a surf the hatin’, gladly have the madly peeps watch my top notch. Haha, A Hype is in this bitch, I itch for the best, haha no rest. Oh, that’s not what he said the other time, the smother rhyme, keep deep on internal planning, I’m feeling the man in this blammin’, my cannon letting off thoughts, lots shots, damn man, am fan of my own speech, I preach, I ain’t holy though, but then the holy water, ahh it rolly slaughter they eyes commit, they say I on that dumb shit, they hurt my soul, I insert the goal every day hoping to come up with fum, fum? Well chum is fum, Patrick wrote that, hat trick for a hockey player, I been watching ‘em slay the rink, I think, I love the Kraken, what’s happenin’. I’m so sick of this, it’s ridiculous, my shit is tricking me, inflicting the self hurt wound, I found a bound sight I might’ve missed befo’ we go find it now, mind me now I’m on my time now, horny corny and delirious, I’m on a male period, I’m so serious. Nefarious in motive, I hope not but dope got notive, of my senses and even though I don’t sense this, in my lungs, I’m strung from the dumb from many users addiction, I’m glad it fiction for my diction, but I’m rippin’, Rypien like Mark the QB. C’mon homie, know we hogs like Washington. Dogs like rushing in pass rushers like Bruce Smith, NFL reference, no truce if, you wanna hear something else, haha, fuck you. HAHA, Pitbull my fit goal, I get stroll to his music, induce it up in my veins. Like the producer Vein did on that opening thang, Planet Pit, set in stone like a granite kit. Getting grown and more crazy, I need DaBaby. To fucking shut up, homophobic ass bitch, mass stitch for any homophobe on the globe bitch. TIMBER!

Timber (Prod. dj_nicky66)

I BOUNCED BACK LIKE DUCCLY BITCH
WOOOOOOOOOOOO

IM MUDDAFUKKIN BACK BABY

[Been in bot hell since 2021.]
the brawn.
grand friend: LTRX9026

...So don't give up your hope; there will always be light at the end of the tunnel.

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