Lyrics:

[First Verse]

Girl peep what I have to say I got a dick like Chris Strokes
Your man ain't half the length
That's just the tip hoe
I'd pay a hooker hazards pay
In order to suck the top
You're gonna need to be on your tip toes on a ladder babe
I was this close last Saturday
To getting my dick broke by a passing plane
Yeah my cock it's what this raps about
And to your pussy it's the cats meow
So I hope you have an elastic mouth to dunk these massive balls
Nut and bolt kick a ratchet out at the Fastenal
I'm fuckin cold
Savage bouts of cunning got her here but now I'm half repulsed
But smut can pull a manic out when she rubbing teasing and that vag is sprawled
 
[Chorus]
 
[Second Verse]

I got that post nut clarity
Yeah I'm thinking properly she sitting cautiously dripping awkwardly
Because if these chicks think they got me my thoughts way different
If that beige girl think she fly imma treat her like a clay pigeon
So let me be forthright
I'm working with raw materials henceforth I measure your worth twice
hit that cut once
But I did always want one as a muse for music but I usually skip a bitch
But you drive me legitimate
So U-turn out to be a hoe and imma whip a bitch
Still you're the most worthy yet
Your titties take my pain away you got a perky set (Percocet)
I'm going dumb this shit is hard
No strip club in sight but that was a fun titty bar
No liquor license but I ran gritty bars
Man I'm so hard for these dumb litty broads
That my zipper might rip get flung pretty far
Hit four or five chicks in there drunk shitters raw
Yeah whore I'm the nicest with much sicker bars
Got a whole litany more of my dick
So on to my next erection
The length of my dick will effect perspective that's depth perception
So check this Alexis
Deep inside you is how I pictured me
First date was anime slide in to give you the Initial D
 
[Chorus]

[Third Verse]
 
Laddies he'll give you twenty but when I lay pipe I schedule eighty
Betcha'll Kendal and Katies jaw give crazy head
Alright laddies bet
Dick a nuclear missile I'll two to launch it
Maybe ten
So suck it and fuck it do the work
Cause that's nothing
This heathen dreams of entering Stephen Kings universe to fuck IT
Yeah you're soaked I know but don't befriend me hoes I'm nuts
I stroke my bone to wendigos I'm fucked
I wrote this Poem in the hopes I'd nut
In a ratchet with nice tits
But you gotta get em before the hard drugs
I ain't fuckin with no vice grips
Metric ratchets
Thai chicks that's my shit
 
[Chorus]

[Forth Verse] 

Damn girl your ass past gorgeous
Too much ass to ask for and I didn't have to ask for it
Yeah your ass a goodin so forgive me Lex
But a giraffe couldn't give me neck
I'm phallically in-human
It's more of a monster to you
I could run it through Cthulhu
This dick is dope as huffing shoe goo
Tip is an overdose
Balls deep will bust through you
Because I got that hard white
No matter how many times it gets cut
It's still too much to you
And blondie it'll roman salute you
Quicker than Ye with a net and a YooHoo
So get on me because this Trojan new too
It's thicker and way better than you're used to
But foreplay lead us to choking your who who
Quicker than you can say let up
And now your sweaters imbedded in Slues goo
Yeah I got this tendency to be childish
To be a big perv
This ain't Sesame Street
I just gotta big bird
I wrote this next line intentionally to shit stir
Ready
Alright I was smoking diesel when this trans girl texted my phone an'
I didn't reply I just kept on trucking full bore and unbroken
Because if Allison trans I'm not cummin or strokin
That was just a token hillbilly bar for my bros an'
I balanced it with talent but oh man
That was 88 bars I fucking smoked this

Stuck (Available On All DSPs!) 2023

Lyrics:
I was raised a feral animal in place filled to the brim with unhinged bitter simian desperation
better known as
the  Wind River Indian Reservation  
I'll never disown that
where sin delivers kids seeing meth fixated
unfettered nomads
young so they sip liquor and in-de-end never escape it
tethered to dope an'
mentally never become grown man
Yeah my state optimized sadness
Highest suicide rate in the country
My zip code snagged it
So come around here saying we whack and
I'll remind you that when in Rome f#ggot (had to censor for the tube)
My home city goes savage
Closest thing to Derry Maine 
If you don't know that's IT
Where the cryptids rome 
We got the nopest shit on prairie plains running rampant
I'm just reopening a scary page from the past
It's it's it's me hopeless with OCD that's rabid
But I suppose those very thangs did make me dope as shit at rapping 
So I hope you see me talking dog
And if not then go to sleep
Start nodding off
But your kids are gonna notice me in their window I'm a talking dog
God damn that written was raw 
I'm the Rez based Voltaire
Only thing more Wind River than that is a liver that's black or
Huffing paint the middle of Ace Hardware

Intro 2023

Lyrics:
Yeah I suppose that old state of mine does reflect my state of mind
I mean I'm predisplosed to having cold traits assigned
uncontrolled blind rage at times 
I got so much hate inside 
maybe it's why 
I'm so angry I'm  
nego spiraling
I may go violent
they go violate 
I'll slay those vile pricks
I've been wanting to say this for a while if 
you only knew how many discussions I've had about how I rap is unbecoming of a young white man
let me enlighten cats
see If you white and you rap 
whites figure you stupid 
Same type to say its so easy that a n****r can do it 
Well if the money's that easy grab that mic killer and prove it
No? Oh but you're too dignified to be a rapper
no worries I'm sure your
ancestors burial plots are not
wobbling so hard that
gravestones rocking the yard it's not
them spinning the coffins apart with
their thought of all their struggles and hardships
resulting in watching you walking the carts into your job at the fucking Target
nah...
but they had wrong think  anyway 
so I you probably would just disregard it 
I mean fuck all your grand dads wis dom you did hear him say the word c***k once
I swear the modern white man has a syndrome
no confidence, sense of self, pussy, and addicted to simp-dom
makes me sick some-times
so I remind myself before I spit some rhymes
don't act bitch like with drums behind you 
cause kid you got two worlds wars and an ocean of blood behind you
In your mind I write rap music for the flex though
They're more like mass shooter manifestos 
 So uh I guess 
it's time to cook I mean 
The Bass is raw, the flows aquatic
Product of spice brain I spit with
pulled up hot boxing
swam out of a fish bowl with a Cyclid
Pocket full of Chronic palm gripping a big stick
hip with that blick E
Slues harder than opioid shits with
quikrete mixed in 
I'm big league
I'm awesome 
on this map I am iconic
Yeah I am a legend in this bitch
a marksman 
cold hearted decendent of bliz krieg
Spartans and Vietnam bros
My AR so shifty
it's gotta long nose
I named it JR Horowitzstein
this bomb dro
smoking like a A****witz chimney
So no I don't give a fuck what the JM say
if my truck was full of Rabbis I'd still play them Ye
But for me man I got an ego
Turned 30 and I got 3-O'd
My dream journey can't quite stop so
I guess I'll reload
I'll shoot my shot at not doing odd jobs at fourty and shopping the home depot
So no stopping now 
The ego is  tripping 
I'm hungry as peak ketosis vision
study this creepo ish written 
I've been fucking with
ceaseless for young money 
so young I feel guilty touching it
or peep this fucking shit
My home town only 
turn out to spite boy 
with torches and sharp implements
But they weren't shooting with me in the gym
I'm a burnout white boy 
Lucky I didn't go shootin in the gym
I can chun out slights boy
I'm going stupid in the crypt 
Might toy with a scheme like boy
I hate the tranny at the post office 
I'm going postal on a mail man whether he's
a female man or post OP 
I just won't show tolerance 
liberal I'm the total opposite of this 
homoerotic pop hip-hop you spit
meanwhile 
I'm just talking slick while I'm talking shit 
and if you take offense to that tranny line
You're gonna make me sense an awful big feeling
of accomplishment 
Look lately 
Lately time has been speeding by
shit I've been working at the speed of light
and in my haste I forgot to eat tonight
so I'm looking like looking for some speed to light 
Anxiety so high I don't sleep at night 
Or nightmares of the deepest type 
cause what's it's gonna take to get them to buy a damn rap song 
I mean Jesus Christ 
(Incoherent Genuine Rage)

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