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)

Rage Spaghetti (Free-Verse) 2023

Sometimes I feel a little bit lonely
But sometimes 
Sometimes I just flirt with my gun and oddle it
See my rifle is my wiafu I call her my riafu
and she's cute as shit
right now I'm oddly mellow
But don't fuck with me
I'm outta my noodle kid
Luckily this body pillow loves cuddling a lunatic
Or I might do some shit
You know quit now
skip town on my 9-5
whip out my 9 or 5
drive around and
start removing wigs
if you look at me I think
I'm allowed some mass shooter shit
But relax it's all cap
I just like the hard stuff
These cats jealous of the way I spit
guns bars bruh
These cats wouldn't have two bars if
They was spelling the name
Barbara
Matter fact at the end of the day
I'm a
god of the genre
cause I'm not of THE
modest calm type
if you artist want smoke with bars then its on sight
I'm just a sick syllable fein
can bust six syllable schemes
I mean
Stuck was just six 16s about my literal peene
So what do you want from me?
More pervert bars
Well as for the Ladies?
In highschool I was praying to bed one
I wanted my Johnson wet
dumb I almost flunked sex-ed
I was playing ketchup
I didn't know what a condom meant
tube socks so hard no bend less cotton more hard cement
my socks might prop up a wide box chevette
and I'm not talking dry weight I'm talking wet
yeah I'm talking wet
those times were soucy yes
I mean with all the time I spent
I probably owe that
shower rent
but from the first day my mind conjured sex
nothing of high value has been on offer since
and I outta mention
my trousers end
in high waters
when I pop a tent that
towers men
every now and then
my dumb ass just wants to cause offense and proudly pen a rap with an obnoxious end cause
 
Chorus
 
The shit you smoke
It's reggie
The shit I smoke
It'll rip you out of your pants
weggie
But when I'm lit
don't test this fuse
I get tenses wanting hint at my incessant tendency
to malign, hit and leave lids stretched in two
you think I'm some suburban Stan?
Don't mess with Slues twenty two inch crescent wrench turn your head into a crescent moon
I'm just working man
my Lowes checks in two weeks
but fuck working man
my flows flexing I'm unique
fuck hurting I plan no question to use these
140 Van Gogh texts loose leafs
and my thoughts on change the situation
I spit like a distraught waitress
so all this talk about me not being hip-hop save it
because I'm not one of these cocky caucasions
talking about hip hop and how he gonna save it
it's not my job
I ain't your typical ofay kid
I'm a little McVeigh-ish
If you think I'm joking hold up with props you give me in songs
Cause I might do a show in Oklahoma City and bomb
Because I'm no superstar
Yeah I'm no superstar I'll never pack a super bowl I'll never be that famous
But I used to cop K2 from the gas station and pack stupid bowls
and I'd take a humongous rip
I used to get wavy with that spice like Columbus ship
Maybe it's why I'm dumb as shit

Bing Chilling!

This song displays the struggles of alcohol, usage of lyric writing/rhyming as healing and observing the thought process around it.

DEE - Liquor Lyrical

🔹 Genres: Boom Bap, Alternative Hip-Hop, Freestyle Rap
🔹 BPM: 100 | Key: F#
🔹 Similar to: Kendrick Lamar, JID, Joey Bada$$
📝 Vibe: Smooth but energetic, technical rap, storytelling & freestyle energy

MANIC FLOW

An execution in rhyme. No emotion, just focus. One move and you’re done.

Kill Switch

No hooks. No breaks. Just a brutal freestyle-style assault, relentless and clean.

No Loops No Mercy

Internal tension unleashed. Controlled force in every rhyme.

Core Pressure

Pushed past the limits. Speed and skill collide in a nonstop lyrical sprint.

Overclocked

The final signature. Three verses of mastery to seal the album in cold blood.

Black Ink Final Cut

warfare is real and so is the pull of your sinful desires the fast life and momentary highs this song talks about it and you'll find it relatable 

Unseen Battlefield

Main Artist : att021ak
Music Producer : Liphter
Cover : SDL Team
Label : Streets Don't Lie

______Lyrics Right Here____________________-

[Intro - spoken, bitter tone] 
“Another day, another note they’ll never understand… 
This clarinet bleeds.”

[Pre‑Hook - low, brooding] 
Ink drips, reef shakes, silence turns to rage, 
Every note I play’s a curse, every bar’s a cage.

[Hook - anthemic, chant‑like]
Clarinet carnage, drownin’ in the sound, 
ScopeWard Tentacles, draggin’ legends down. 
Clarinet carnage, echoes through the reef, 
Every bar’s a requiem, every note’s belief.

[Verse 1]
Draggin’ ink through the abyss, clarinet in my grip, 
Every melody’s a weapon, every harmony rips. 
They laugh at my silence, but I sharpen the void, 
Each measure detonates, every dream destroyed.
I’m the sour note in symphonies, the fracture in the score, 
A tidal wave of bitterness crashin’ on the shore. 
No spotlight, no praise, just shadows in the sand, 
But my clarinet’s a guillotine, steady in my hand.

[Pre‑Hook - building tension] 
Octaves bleed, shadows rise, silence turns to rage, 
Every note I play’s a curse, every bar’s a cage.

[Hook]
Clarinet carnage, drownin’ in the sound, 
ScopeWard Tentacles, draggin’ legends down. 
Clarinet carnage, echoes through the reef, 
Every bar’s a requiem, every note’s belief.

[Verse 2]
I paint pain in octaves, dissonance in rhyme, 
Each syllable a tentacle, stranglin’ time. 
Legends fade in the depths, their echoes turn to stone, 
But I’m the prophet of despair, bleedin’ ink alone.
So when you hear that clarinet, know it’s not a lullaby, 
It’s a requiem for hope, echoin’ as it dies. 
I’m the shadow in the frame, the fracture in the name, 
ScopeWard Tentacles—forever in the flame.

[Pre‑Hook - darker, whispered]
Ink drips, reef shakes, silence turns to rage, 
Every note I play’s a curse, every bar’s a cage.

[Hook]
Clarinet carnage, drownin’ in the sound, 
ScopeWard Tentacles, draggin’ legends down. 
Clarinet carnage, echoes through the reef, 
Every bar’s a requiem, every note’s belief.

[Verse 3 - escalation, double‑time delivery]
I’m the dirge in the deep, the abyss in disguise, 
Every measure that I breathe is a funeral reprise. 
Their flex is hollow, their crowns fade away, 
But my clarinet’s eternal, it decays what they play.
Legends drown in my measures, myth bleeds in my tone,
Every octave’s a gravestone, every chord overthrown.
ScopeWard Tentacles, prophet of the drowned, 
When the clarinet screams, no soul makes a sound.

[Bridge - cinematic drop] 
No light in the reef, just echoes of despair, 
Clarinet cries linger, poison in the air. 
I fracture every chorus, I dismantle every song, 
The silence is my kingdom, where the bitter belong.

[Outro - spoken, fading into clarinet solo] 
“Carnage in every note… 
The reef remembers.”

ScopeWard Tentacles – Clarinet Carnage「AI Rap Song」

Syntax Sin

Welcome to The Unknown Sponge Universe Where cartoon (SpongeBob) voices echo through emotional voids, and every track builds a world deeper than Bikini Bottom. These aren’t just AI covers—they’re fragments of a digital mythos. ScopeBob, ScopeWard, Mr. K (Mr. Krabs), LTL (Larry the lobster) & BandkTON (Plankton) aren’t characters… they’re legends in the making. And well ScopeBob SquarePants & ScopeWard Tentacles are the founders of ScopeMob Gang in TUS Universe (The Unknown Sponge Universe) already has 2 well known characters Mr. K (Mr. Krabs) & Pat The Plug (Patrick Star) Tho almost LTL The gang will accept u in the gang. If u follow to see how far TUS Universe gets. Come join the gang.

everything you hear is my lyrics brought to life over years of songs I have written each one with a unique sound and perspective, I have created a platform to express what I have locked inside my head so I hope you enjoy my music... based out of LA I own the rights to everything you hear

former drug addict saved by grace and renewed by faith the music I produce is meant for those who struggle with addiction of any kind who can't find a way out of the mess and need a reminder that you're not alone, so I hope you find a connection with anything you hear and it gives you a reason to keep on fighting.

hope yall enjoy✌️

Creating art in the form of waves traveling through space to reach your ears and please your brain using generative AI.

I’m a 42-year-old IT Project Manager turned late-night songwriter — born in Louisiana, now rooted in Moore, Oklahoma. The South raised me, and it still hums through everything I make.

These songs are me learning to breathe again — stories pulled from the static, built with a little help from AI and a lot of heart. I’m not chasing fame, just trying to get the noise out of my head and turn it into something honest.

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