Fukkit

LYRICS:

YEA,
YOU CAN GET STUCK LIKE A SEMTEX, YA
FOLDING IS PROLLY YO BEST BET, YA
WATCH HOW HE FAILING THIS STRESS TEST, YA
FUCKING HIS BITCH ITS HER BEST SEX, YA

I DONT CARE SHIT BOUT THE NEXT NIGGA SHE GON' DROP NECK NIGGA THATS JUST MY BEST GUESS YA

I DONT EVEN CARE BOUT MY NEXT BITCH YA

SEND HER ASS HOME TO WATCH NETFLIX YA

I KILL MYSELF CAUSE MY DEATHWISH LINGER THAT SHIT GON DEPRESS ME, UPSET SHIT YA/ 

WANNA SEE CIVIL UNREST SHIT, YA/

THROWING THAT TEA IN YO EX BITCH YA/ 

THROW ME THAT NECK LIKE A BAD BITCH INSTAGRAM TWITTER YOUR ONLY INVESTMENTS YA/

I KEEP MY MIND ON THE NEXT SHIT YA/

EVERYTHING BIGGER LIKE TEXAS YA/ 

DIME IN YO BLUNT IS BOUT 10 CENTS READIN YO MIND WHILE I FINISH YO SENTENCE YA/ 

YOU LIL NIGGAS PRETEND SHIT INTERNET FLEXIN ALL TALK IN MY MENTIONS YA/

DEAD IN THE WATER LIKE FREE WILLY HE STOLE MY FLOW SO IM MAKING HIM LOOK SILLY/ 

BACK WITH THAT CANCER EXTENSION YEA/

CONNECT IT INSIDE YOU LIKE TETRIS YA/

YOU CAN GET STUCK LIKE A SEMTEX, YA
FOLDING IS PROLLY YO BEST BET, YA
WATCH HOW HE FAILING THIS STRESS TEST, YA
FUCKING HIS BITCH ITS HER BEST SEX YA

I DONT CARE SHIT BOUT THE NEXT NIGGA SHE GON DROP NECK NIGGA THATS JUST MY BEST GUESS YA

I DONT EVEN CARE BOUT MY NEXT BITCH YA

SEND HER ASS HOME TO WATCH NETFLIX YA

SAY LESS WIT THEM DEATH THREATS, YALL BOUT TO GET YA SHIT LICKED LIKE A FRENCH KISS ‘MEMBER I SAID THIS/ 

RED ALL AROUND ME LIKE SATAN’S APPRENTICE/ 

I UPLOAD MY BLUNT AND ITS DATPIFF/ 

YOU AINT MY FRIEND BUT YO BITCH ON MY GUESTLIST,

IM THINKING BOUT TESTIN OUR FRIENDSHIP/ 

DALE YA TU SABE I GOT GAS INSIDE MY RENTAL WHIP/

THIS 9 AINT COSMETIC CATCH A HOLLOW TIP/ 

ILL LEAVE YOU ALL BLOODY LIKE PERIOD, 

NIGGA YOU AINT HEARING IT IM FAST LIKE FURIOUS/

HE TRYNNA HIT THE RACE SO HE CLEARING IT IM SPRAYIN AT HIS WINDOW BULLETS STUCK IN THE INTERIOR/

HIGH ENOUGH WHERE EVERYONE INFERIOR,

GOT THE FIRST 3 SO A NIGGA IN YO AREA/ 

HACKED UP, DROPPING ALL THESE BOMBS LIKE SYRIA/

BASHED UP, MALLET TO YO BRAIN FUCK HEALIN’EM/

Spotify

1. Yeah

lyrics:

.45 STAND TALL LEAVE YA ASS 6 FEET

SHORT NIGGA DIE LONG SHOULD'VE NEVER DISSED ME/

GOOGLE CHROME THAT USERNAME,

AND CHECK MY FUCKING HISTORY/

GUARANTEED YOU SENDING SHOTS I GUARANTEE THEY MISS ME/

NIGGAS TRYNNA COOK BEEF IM HUNGRY FOR THAT MINCEMEAT I KEEP A CANNON ON ME PERFECT PICTURE WHEN YO SHIP SINK/ 

HOPE THAT MAKE IT CLICK FOR YOU AINT NO NEED FOR CLICK-BAIT I KNOW IT MUST BE DIFFICULT TO PROMO ALL THEM MISS-TAKES/

DAMN THAT WAS A MISTAKE, I REALLY MEANT YO MIXTAPE/

SHE GON GIMME NOGGIN WHILE I AUTOGRAPH HER TITS, FACE/

FLOW LIKE WATER FALL IT ALWAYS SPILLS INTO ITS FIXED SHAPE/

I MIGHT NEED A SKI MASK CAUSE IM TAKING ALL YO SHIT AWAY/



WHATS THAT UP MY SLEEVES/

DISILLUSION AND CONFUSION/

DEATH GRIPS ON MY KNEES/

DONT BE STUPID KEEP IT MOVING/ 

HUT CADET AT EASE/

MY WHOLE FANBASE LIKE A UNIT/ 

TRIGGER PULL THEN SQUEEZE/

BLOODY PULP ALL NATURAL JUICING/ 

SLIDE ON YOU LIKE ROLLER SKATES THATS CUT UP ICE YO ROLLIE FAKE I MEMORIZE YOUR LICENSE PLATE HAVE INTEL LOCATE YOUR ESTATE/ 

WHERE YO FAMILY STAY/

WATCH YALL SEPARATE/

WHILE I DEMONSTRATE/

THIS WHOLE TORTURE CHAMBER/

BOUNDED TO YOUR FAMILY CIRCLE TRIANGULATE ALL EMOTION LOCKED YO CAP LIKE KEYBOARD FROZEN STOP YOU IN THEM TRACKS YOU POSTED/ 

THATS YO FAMILYS FATE/

WATCH YALL SEPARATE/

BOY YOU BANTAMWEIGHT, 

DISAPPEAR LIKE PHANTOMS AYE/

3. Mincemeat

lyrics:

Resting my foot on yo head I just conquered yo land had to slaughter yo clan now yo fans is my fans abide chain of command while you swallow them xans and embarrass yo parents
You a pinhead nigga, I'm not gonna spare you
My two cents bigger, still chirp like canaries
I fed-ex zip-up, something mysterious
Not no drive by nerve agent wrapped if u curious
Got my eyes wide shut
Smoking my blunt
You a roach like my cigarette butt
Get put out look at what you put out
You a sound cloud cutout
Calling yo hood out
Wall paper gang members thinking its good now fuck you then pull out
What am I good for
Sliding my flow in yo bitch while my wood stroke
Nigga I could tho
Nigga I'll kick a door
If its a stick em all don't bring that tat-too gun rather stick and poke

Right where we left off you actin crisscross 
Scrubbing like dish wash
Makes me sick, like blood clots, Chris bosh shoot at 3 points like Chris Paul
Use your head as a kick off
This ain't no kids job
Point that shit spray at the ground til you blue in the face while you crip walk
I don't know bout you nigga my shits hard I eat these rappers for lunch while I sit far
Away from the crowd cause I know it I speak like a poet I don't wanna show it my actions heroic they stop I keep going
Beat yo ass like a favor I owe you
I know I control you 11 like ocean
Got my niggas around me we scoping I'm peeping I'm posted, like a stamp on that card you not holding arriving some time in the postal

2. Nerves

lyrics:

Punch into yo audio
I fuck that bitch then adios
She screaming loud like ay dios
I heard he called an audible y'all quarterback cant play that role
Don't push me I'm in album mode
That pill gets hard to swallow though

Talking bout the difference ‘tween us you do this for follow growth
I do this for crowd control 
You don't know me nada no I cant defend your problem folk
He hanging, like a stick man
I'm gonna find you, who you wit then
I don't like you, we gon' fix that
Crash that spinal, I get whiplash

I don't sleep, I don't eat, I don't speak, I just geek 
Y'all fake, you ain't kin, you ain't wake, you ain't me
I don't know what you want, but I got what you need
You don't fuck, with my squad, you get lit to the T

By the I
What you see
Getting caught
By my leash
You my bitch
On 4 feet
What I got
Up my fleece
That's a glock
You ain't peep
But you pink
Like a pussy
Cause you wet
By the beam
Bitch I know
Where you sleep
Where you eat
Where you speak
Where you think
Where you breathe
You gon' die
On your knees
Like a bitch
On your feet
Cut him up
To the beach
Toss it out
In the sea
What the fuck
Wrong with me
I don't know
But you see
Separate, from the weak
For the fate, of your dreams
7 days, never weak
Even pain, gotta sink
Every day, gotta weigh in
I don't know, what you saying

4. Woke

lyrics:

Speaking on me wrongly get you cut up like pastrami send them shots right at yo body we don't fall out we surrounding ’em
Bring the yellow tape
He ducking
Back that fronting shit or shut it
Can't fuck with that nigga Fukkit
When I see him Imma bust ’em

Yea right
Keep your promises I know you wont on sight
End yo life
Only once I hear you begging for it twice
You just human sacrifice I use as energy sometimes I keep that Ruger by my right come hot and ready like some rice

Face card not there I don't even wanna care I cant stand everybody everywhere that's how I feel
Last time I checked you was thirsty like a refill I reseal that bottle once I cut it for that cheap deal
Every day I'm living that's another day of cheap thrills, drug deals, rubber squeal, banana peel, and blood spill
Kill yourself once heal
Kill yourself twice for real
I cant stand that smell of dirty pussy touching my nostrils
Ya whole entire clique in fear
If you in my atmosphere I promise I'm gonna interfere and interrupt your sad career
Make it worse than how you sound on every single track you make I make sure you evaporate and disappear like magic paint a picture wit this static
The talent they cant handle
The bars that leave ’em panicking and scrambling for some ammo while I'm hidden in the shadows
Unnecessary camo drape my body like a ruthless mercenary in a sand hill while he stalking in the dead of night
Just as an example
I'll do you like they did in Chelsea Manning latest scandal, raid your house and kill your family accidentally go to court and get acquitted just by pleading I'm insane and off the handle

5. Fly (On the Wall)

lyrics:

Kill you where you standing, I don't think you understand it I cant stand you not gonna take that sitting down okay I'll slam ’em
Body drop like drowning pool he 17 boy stay in school
Aint' gonna make me lose my cool that fan gonna blow right out the blue

I see you, when I see you like a movie trailer preview
But he ain't coming back so don't be waiting for that sequel
Your bones is getting broken like that ex that made you single I reverse your hype entirely and see you in my rear view
I dont care bout if this feed you watch me blade the key like Riku
I'm soaring past you goofies while you Donald Duck for cover call your people get your brother
I'm aiming at yo mother if he think he slick as butter cant believe it grabbed your cousin while they dreaming under covers
Annihilate your lover
I shoot a jumper out the courthouse still gonna beat the buzzer
They never should of let me out
The cage I been in lying down
Exposing all you liars now
For what you really are deep down
Could've been this way before but chose to be this way right now
Could've been on top before but too lazy to go and take trash out
Yea 1k
Keep that shit 1k
Ball hard like 2k
Get yo face
Out my space, erase
Everything you make
Real quick, uh
Black hole yo shit
Attract yo bitch she pull close get sucked in
Damn that twit pic
She follow dick
Slip in slide her DM slip inside her she get wet
Fukkit so tech
Give me lines like he sell tech
Or shoot back like tech-9 divide by 3 right at ya neck
There's words left unsaid
Need a censor like its triple x
I triple up yo debt
Now he doubting if he better dead
I put his ass to bed
Like lil' baby while he wah wah
Cause clearly you upset
Like you verified I send a check that's pointed at yo chest
Whatchu' want wit me
Nigga whatchu' want wit me
This a Kodak moment cause we in here smoking broccoli


Flash bang
White screen
No field of vision
Cant see what you cant hear in the distance
Concussed, your head bust
I scope you like its 1v1 on rust I keep that thang tucked its Fukkit cannot let you up
Flash bang
White screen
No field of vision
Cant see what you cant hear in the distance
Concussed, your head bust
I scope you like its 1v1 on rust I keep that thang tucked its Fukkit cannot let you up

6. Flashbang

Bugs (ft. Sabino) [Prod. Y$57]

Lyrics:
UNDERGROUND GAME TRYNNA PLAY ME YALL KNOW I BEEN MATTERED SINCE SLIM TURNED SHADY/
SONY SEND THE RECORD DEAL QUICK COME PAY ME/
I NEED ANOTHER ROUND OF SND WITH THE MAINSTREAM/ 
SOUNDS LIKE GG,
I LOST COUNT OF THE ALL CLONES UNDERNEATH ME THEY STRUGGLE JUST TO RETREAT/
REVENGE IS TOO SWEET HAVE A LITTLE TOO MUCH YOU GET DIABETES IT COULD TAKE A FEW MONTHS/
HIT A NIGGA TIL HE LEAN PUT THE CUP DOWN MY DOGS SMELL FEAR IN YOUR HEART THEN THEY BLOODHOUNDS/ HAVE MY SURGEON CLOSE THE DOORS ON YOUR HEART VALVES YOU A OPEN TARGET IN THE VENUE IT GET SHUT DOWN/ 
FLOW PROSTHETIC, CONNECT LIKE SPINE TO A HEADACHE, YALL SHIT CANT SNAP JUST BENDING/
I HOPE THAT NECK CRANK END IT, BALL BUT THEY NOT OFF THE FENCE YET, YOU KILLING ME SMALLS,
DEAD IT/ 
NIGGA REALLY WANNA GET HIS FACE WET SPRAY IT AT HIS SHIT LIKE MACE TIL HIS FACE RED STUFF HIM IN THE DIRT THATS A FACE PLANT PEEK THROUGH THE SCOPE LIKE FAZE RED, NO SOUND PEEP THE GAME CHAT/ 
FIRST WHO SAID IT,
THEN WHO SECOND,
SPLIT ONE SECOND YOU GET CLIPPED LIKE EDIT/
WHO NOT THREATENED BY THE RAP ARMAGEDDON, 
A CEMETERY FILLED WITH AESTHETICS/  
YOU COST LESS THE OFF BRAND IN EXCESS MY INTEREST TO ACCESS YOUR ASSETS ACCEPT THIS I BYPASSED YOUR ADDRESS IP LINKED BY MY TECH READ IN TEXT/ 
STORY LINE BORING/
ROARING CAUSE YOU LYING BOUT TO GET YA WHOLE ENTIRE GANG FUCKED LIKE A ORGY/ 
BITCH NIGGA REALLY LIKE TO BARK LIKE A YORKIE/ WHILE HE GOT THE BITE OF A CORGIE/ 
STILL LOOKING AROUND BUT YOU WONT FIND SHIT LIKE DORY, I PENNED THIS SHIT WITH A NEEDLE FULL OF MORPINE THAT HIGH TECH IN THE MATRIX LIKE MORPHEOUS TRANSFORM TO A SPACE SHIP LIKE IM MORPHING IN/ MY ENDORPHINS THIN/ IM A LORD IN THE ORBIT OF HORRIBLE MEN/ TRIED TO PLAN IT BETTER FUCK IT YOU COULD KNOW WHERE I SIT/
GIMME SPACE DARK MATTER I CREATE WITH A PIN/
POINT HIM OUT ONCE AGAIN/ 
SHOW ME BETTER THAN WHOEVER AND IM BETTER THAN THEM/ 
FLYING SOLO WHILE YA FLOCK DROP FEATHERS AND SHIT/ 
I AINT SWEATIN IF THEY POINT A HEATER AT ME GET LIT/ DO THAT SHIT ONCE AGAIN/ STUPID ASS PIG

gg (prod. disvstxr)

Produced by Stimachine

Background:

Setting takes place in a somewhat distant cyberpunkesque dystopian-future, specifically the nightclub area of a high class space ship strolling through a previously unknown galaxy, (near Andromeda) when suddenly the ship is attacked by rugged and unidentifiable Space Pirates. 

lyrics:

Fukkit:

I'M IN THE VIP SECTION THE CABIN DROP PRESSURE WE 300 MILES UP IN A BRAND NEW TESLA/

THE CLUB WAS IMPRESSIVE TIL SHIT GOT HECTIC/

SHIPS IN A WRECKAGE/

CAPTAIN IN DISTRESS AS HE LEFT US THE MESSAGE/

REMAIN CALM/

PARTYGOERS STRIPPIN TO THE SOUND OF THE ALARM SNIFFING BLOW LIKE A BOMB COCAINE IN HER BRA GETTING HIGHER THAN THE SKY IRONIC IN A FREE FALL/ 

MIND RACE AGAINST TIME, PACING GUESS WHY/

I DONT KNOW BOUT ANYBODY ELSE BUT IM IN LINE/

ESCAPE PODS VACANT/ 

PEEK OVER MY SHOULDER AND THE CROWD STILL PATIENT/

I DONT GOTTA SAY SHIT/



WE DYING IN A SPACE SHIP,

FLAME IN THE MAIN DECK,

UPLOADING MY CONSCIENCE BRAIN BODY GETS WASTED RIGHT CLICK, REPLACE, AND SAVE THEN REARRANGE IT WHERE EVERYBODY NAMELESS, AIMLESS, MADE BASIC/ 



STILL KEEP A GLOCK BY THE BED,

BUT NOW IT COME EQUIPPED WIT A LASER INSTEAD WHICH IS WHAT I LIKE BEST/ 

IT BURN THROUGH YOUR CHEST TIL THE SHAPE GETS PRESSED TO YOUR SKIN LIKE A SKETCH/ 

GET VEXED, 

CONFUSED, THEN DEPRESSED LIKE YA EX AFTER SEX FUCK AWAY LIKE A PEST IM THE BEST NO QUEST/

IN LIKE THE OPPOSITE OF OUT, JUST BOUGHT THESE NEW ANTIGRAVITY BOOTS FOR THE CLOUT/ 

YOU A SUIT SO GET OUT/

DEDUCE YOUR AMOUNT, 

THROUGH A CHIP, THATS IMPLANTED IN MY SCALP, WHAT ABOUT/

I BREATHE UNDERWATER LIKE A TROUT/

THAT BIG BLUE BALL WIT NO LEAVES AND NO SEEDS IN THE DROUGHT/ 

THATS RIGHT,

EARTH GOT A NEW NICKNAME SINCE WE TREATED GLOBAL WARMING LIKE A DAMN KIDS GAME:

PLANET 3-2-J-6-4-9-A

YES, EVERYBODY THERE IS EITHER POOR OR NOT THE SAME/ 



SABINO:

Transportation to our Destination now is out of question/ as the thrusters shut down now they feeling full dissension/ keep it cool pointless running toward an exit/ accept it/ calculate your state of panic through my specs augmented/ Not to mention the Co2 rising/ fucker keep it silent didn’t wanna show the violence/ but this holo-knife keep whining/ and I’m clearly fucking tired of it/ back of his head didn’t wanna show this side of him/ yet he knows the time is close he moves out the cabin just to go/ laser lights keep passing him/ still he knows the time is close remember the goal yeah he’s ready to go/ 



BRANDO:

YEAH IM READY TO GO I GOT BOMBS ON MY BODY BITCH IM READY TO BLOW/



(Sabino)

Keep it under control itd be best they don’t know just let the plans unfold/ 



BRANDO:

I GOT CANNONS ON MY NECK JUST LIKE IM PREDATOR BRO, IMMA HIT THE FUCKING LOBBY IMMA LET THIS SHIT GO 



(Sabino)

 Bro, I heard first time make sure it goes right   

But now In hindsight I think we left the plasma grenades/ 



BRANDO:

ZERO G ENERGY LEAKS INTO THE LOBBY.

BODIES BENDING BACK LIKE PILATES.

ITS OBVI THAT ALL YA OPTIONS AINT POPPIN.

RAISING THE PRESSURE VESSELS GET POPPING.

NOW I POP A BEAN LIKE JANEMBA.

DEAD SPACE FEEL COLD JUST LIKE DECEMBA.

REMOTE CONTROL ABORTION CODE’S A NO-GO

LET IT BLOW, THEN POSE FOR THE PHOTOS.

I GOT BROS, WE ALL BEARING LOGOS

HOPPED OUT THE FOUR DOOR, LIKE CODE LYOKO.

BITCH I AM LOCO. HOWLING LIKE LOBO.

I DONT GIVE NO FUCKS, I WONT FOLD BRO.

32-J (ft. Sabino & Brando) [Prod. Stimachine]

lyrics: 

CRITIQUE FROM THE SIDELINE,
LIVING THROUGH YOUR TIMELINE, 
SPENT 6 RACKS ON A CHAIN FOR SOME LIMELIGHT/
I AINT CO-PILOT, NIGGA YOU DONT FLY RIGHT, SNAKES ON THE PLANE CAUSE IM CLOSE TO THE SKYLINE/ 
KNOW ITS ME WHEN I WALK IN THE BAD GUY/
SCAR MY FACE UP AND SWEAR ITS A SATIRE/ 
MOM AT HOME YOU STILL CALL FROM THE LANDLINE, 
BITCH I JUST BLEW UP LIKE LANDMINE SAND FLYIN/

PUT 2 K’s IN THE FUKK YOU GET BLOODSHED, YOU AND THE TWIN AT THE TOP OF YOUR BUNKBED/
GOT ENGAGED TO MY SAWED OFF WITH CUT LEGS, 
STAND UP GUY WHEN I BLOW BACK YOUR TOUGH ACT/ 
IF ITS ISSUES THEN MEDIATE CONTACT IMMEDIATELY MAKE YOU MEET YO DRAW BACK/ 
GOT THAT SEMI ITS MAKIN FULL CONTACT CRACK UPON IMPACT NOGGIN NOT IN TACT 

WIG TURN TO SPLIT CAP BULLETS HIT ZIG ZAGS QUICK ON HIS BITCH ASS DRIP HIM THEN ZIP PAST
I DRIVE MY FIST FAST, YOU ON MY TAIL MAKE ME LAUGH CAUSE YOU DEAD LAST, MUST BE EMBARRASSED/ 
NIGGA DONT START WIT THAT,
YOU WONT BE GETTING TOO FAR WIT THAT,
FLOW NICE AND WET LIKE A WATER BED,
MAKE YOU TRIP OVER LIKE LAVA LAMP/ 
NIGGA WANT SMOKE THEN IM ALL WIT THAT/
GLOCK 17 GO TO WAR WIT THAT/
AR-15 IN MY STARTER BAG/ 
GTA 5 IM A STAR WIT THAT/ 
I PUT MY GUARD UP THEN SPAR WIT THAT BOY DO MY WORK ON MY JOB LIKE I BEEN UNEMPLOYED IF YOU THINK YOU SOME DIFFERENT THEN ODDS ARE YOU’D BORE SABOTAGE YOUR POSITION WHILE PLANTIN DECOY/ 
SCREWS ARE LOOSE SO I BOLT IN A SCURRY WHEN I SHOW MY FURY REMAINDERS MUST HURRY OUT/
CARRY OUT YOUR DESCENT LIKE ITS PARAMOUNT/
CLIMB A MOUNTAIN IN SEARCH OF MY WHEREABOUTS/ IF YOU WANT IT THEN I MIGHT JUST GIVE IT OUT/ YOU WIT 12 WANT MY INFO TO SHIP IT OUT/ SEAL YOUR LIPS WHEN I BUTT IN MY STAPLE GUN/ AVERAGE JOE HOW YOU DODGING THEM STATEMENTS HUH? ADAM 22 BY MY LAP ITS NO JUMPING CUZ/ BRING THE RUCKUS SAY UNCLE I FUCK YOU UP/ BASH HIS BRAINS WIT MY STOMP LIKE IM EDWARD NORT/ IF YOU DOUBTIN MY RULE THEN I WILL RETORT/ PUSH YOU DOWN WHEN I PULL UP AT BAT FOR SPORT/ THROW SOME B’s AT YOU END UP ON BAD REPORTS/ CALL ME DEXTER WHEN IM IN THE LABORATORY/

Decoy (Prod. Disvstxr)

Lyrics:

take this bedrock off my back/

y’all on my waist I ain’t rockin satchels

whole scene just flipped flopped like sandals/

back up,

I don’t wanna catch your cancer 

question

I already gave out answers, lessons 

I could not resist what my universe grants me/ 

You against me good odds ends badly/

Tragic, not really sarcastic as can be/

me against me is audacious as can be/ 

you not with me not my friends not my family/

i bust at you if I fail then it’s plan B/

get your homies to watch on your back like you planting y’all pussies is pink like salmon

I’m on ya tail like Raditz, I’m upping the ratchet and hitting that green like a racket/

I got a stick in my varsity jacket/

 I’m in the league while you still play for varsity nigga what happened I leave you abandoned critique and do damage I hurt you lil faggots go cry in your panic/ 

I get depressed for some time then I’m manic/

I got these bars but I used to do Xanax I’m up in the crib while you lie in your hammock I’ll tie that shit up while you sleeping and stab you/ 

like what happened,

what happened,

what happened,

and it’s inefficient if ya bitch in the vip and she not sucking dick on command like/ 

like what happened,

what happened,

what happened,

what happened

and you know it’s on sight if you don’t get me right dropping hits on demand nigga damn like/ 

like what happened/ 



thinking bout letting you breathe, while all on your knees, im diving like capital steeze, she spit out my nut like seeds, hoe blow like the breeze and I’m dropping til Fall when I leave/ 

I keep it up you just keep underneath/

Air it out in this bitch til she queef/ 

Y’all niggas ain’t with it y’all niggas is creeps/

You look like you just seen a ghost, 

I’m in a phantom go so fast you cant see it smoke but I bet you can smell when it go/ 

Y’all niggas not what you claim in your songs/ sing along like a birdie cmon/

cmon/

cmon/

that shit gon get you clipped like salon/

pass the stick then I dip like baton/

blowing gas it’s so loud like alarm/

FR[A]NCH (PROD. GHOST)

how to rap generic, a tutorial freestyle 2 (prod. disvstxr)

Mixed by TheWildDutchman

Lyrics:

MY SOUND AGE LIKE WINE TO ME 

STOP WASTING MY TIME MAN HONESTLY

SHOW YOU HOW TO DO THIS SHIT PROPERLY 

ITS CLEAR TO EVERYBODY IM THE GUY TO BEAT 

EARNED STRIPES BUT THEY HURT LIKE SCARS TO ME

NIGGAS STARTIN TO SOUND LIKE BRAUDS TO ME 

TRYNNA TALK LIKE A BITCH GO HEAD FOLLOW ME

ITS CLEAR YOU A FAN SO YOU STALKING ME



NIGGAS WANNA FIGHT TRY BLOCKING ME OR YA BODY END UP LYING CROSS THE STREET GET CAUGHT YOU AINT GETTING UP COMFORTABLY 

NO YOU NOT WHAT YOU CLAIM IN YOUR SONGS TO ME/

BITCH WANT SEE ME GOT GET YOUR GUY RIDDEN,

GOT JUICE LIKE SYNAGOGUE NOT KIDDING,

CREEPING UP MY SPINE CROSS ME LIKE FINISH,

BLOWING ON GREEN POP EYE LIKE SPINACH/ 

NOT GONNA LIE STYLE SO AUTHENTIC,

THATS WHY MY LIFESTYLE UNCUT AND UNRENDERED/ 

I GOT HOT LINES AND THEY BURN LIKE EMBER I SMOKE TWO G’S JUST TO MATCH MY SWEATER MY FACE MASK TIGHT BUT ITS NOT ALL LEATHER YOU SMELL DEAD SKIN THATS MY ENEMIES FEATHERS I DONT FEEL BAD KINDA BROUGHT ME PLEASURE/

SPITTING SICK LIKE IM UNDER THE WEATHER/ 

IM SO SELF CENTERED/

GET OFFENDED/

I JUST DESCENDED/

FROM THE HEAVENS/

I BROUGHT MY MESSAGE/

MIGHT AS WELL SEND IT/

TO ALL MY CRITICS/

STAY BEHEADED/ 

AND WHO YALL KIDDING/

LICK THE STAMP CAUSE YOU MUST BE TRIPPING/

SHE WANT FUCK BUT SHE DONT WANT MENTION/

CAUSE SHE DONT WANNA TALK BOUT BUSINESS ALL OVER HER TWITTER/ 

THIS AINT FOR BEGINNERS MY PENIS HER DINNER RAIN WHITE LIKE A WINTER SNOW STORM OUT IN DENVER/ 

I COME TO DELIVER YALL COME AND DISMISSAL/

RIDING HIGH LIKE A MISSILE I HIT YOU/ 

LOSING FRIENDS BY THE END OF MY PISTOL/ 

SAY GOODBYE BUT I KNOW THEY WONT MISS YOU/

LEAST THIS 38 SPECIAL GON KISS YOU/

SNUB NOSE CUTE HOW IT SNEEZE WHEN IT BLESS YOU/

Fukkit - To Me (Prod. Fluss Vlone)

TRYING TO DO THIS SHIT MY WAY/

UNDERSTAND THAT AS A MAN IM GOING MY WAY/

EVERY SINGLE THING I DO I DO IT MY WAY/

IF YOU TELL ME OTHERWISE I DO IT ANYWAY/

NIGGAS TRYNNA START BEEF SEE ME ANYDAY/ 

I COULD FEEL THAT YOU A FAKE AND YOU WILL NOT FADE/ UNLESS WE TALKING BOUT YA MUSIC THAT’LL FADE AWAY/ MY ENTIRE FANBASE ON MY BACK ACHE/ 

DOING SHIT THEY DONT EXPECT EVERY DAMN DAY/

LIVE A LIFE YOU DONT REGRET THATS A DAMN SHAME/ YOU CANNOT BLAME ME FOR YOUR PAST THATS YOUR PAST BABE/ CAUSE THATS ANOTHER DIFFERENT ME THAT I BEEN PAST PLAYED/ AND IN SPECIFIC I HAD MOMENTS THATS A DAMN SHAME/

I LIVE A LIFE FULL OF REGRETS AND NOW I AINT THE SAME/

I TRIED TO BE SOMEONE I WASNT NOW I SELF HATE/ 

I GOT LEFT QUICK WITH NOTHING LEFT EXCEPT MY PAST PAIN/ 



I POP THIS PILL NOW JUST TO MAKE SURE THAT MY BACK STRAIGHT/ 

HEAVY THOUGHTS THAT WEIGH ME DOWN IM IN A BAD PLACE/ 

HOPE FOR THE BEST THATS NOT LIKE ME BUT FOR MY DAMN SAKE/

I BETTER UP AND OUT THIS BITCH BEFORE I PASS AWAY/ 

BITCH GET IT STRAIGHT/

DRIPPIN BLOOD, AYE,

DRIPPIN BLOOD DRIPPIN BLOOD LIKE MENSTRUATE/

Fukkit - Period (Prod. Disvstxr)

LYRICS:

KUDOS TO THE REDDIT CRITICS 

SCREENSHOOTING MY OPINIONS

WHY YALL IN MY TWITTER MENTIONS

HAWK EYE I SEE YOU NIGGAS 

TREAT YO BAND JUST LIKE IM GRIFFITH

FUCK’EM PUT SIMPLE SIMPLY

LICK MY DICK AND SPIT MY KIDS UP

BITCH KNOW THAT MAGNUM FIT ME

GLOVE ON ME LIKE MICHEAL SO I,

BEAT IT BEAT IT/

GLOVE ON ME LIKE TYSON SO I PEEK A BOO THEN BEAT YOU BLEEDING/

SHE GON SWALLOW ALL MY FUCKING,

SEMEN SEMEN/

DONT GO SPEND YOUR HOURS ON THAT SNIPPET YOU SHOULD JUST DELETE IT/

POOL AROUND ME SO SHE LOOKING,

SQUEAMISH, SQUEAMISH/ 

I HAD TO COUNT SHEEP WHILE EVERYONE WAS OUT HERE FUCKING SLEEPING/ 

HOW MUCH DID I MAKE THATS JUST THIS,

EVENING, EVENING/

I DONT KNOW BOUT YOU BUT I BEEN PUZZLING THE MISSING PIECES/ 

NUMBERS LONG, WI-FI CODE, REMEMBER ME, THINK YOU WONT, MY DICK GO UP, AND DOWN HER THROAT, I HOP SKOTCH SKIP AND CATCH THIS FLOW/ 

YOU BITCH WANT KISS AND CATCH A COLD, I SPEAK AND SHE DO WHAT SHE TOLD, LICK MY SHIT, YOU NOT THAT BOLD/

I SQUEEZE OUT POP YOUR BROKEN BONES/

COME IN MY HOME, 

IM DOING YOU WRONG, 

THE UNDERGROUND ZONE,

I RULE IT AND ROAM,

YOU NOW IN A COMA,

SMELL THE AROMA OF ME AND ITS OVER,

YOU LOOKIN GREEN HOPE YOU LUCKY LIKE CLOVER, 

SWINGING MY FIST BUT IT FEEL LIKE A BOULDER/

RAMMING YOUR BITCH LIKE IM USING A SHOULDER/

AND I COME WIT THE GRIP LIKE A COBRA/

BREATHE

DANCE ON THE BEAT WIT MY TONGUE NOT MY FEET I GO OFF BY MY LONE WHY THE FUCK WOULD I FEAT YOU SHOULD SEE WHAT I SEE BUT YOU CANT CAUSE IM ME/

BUT I KNOW YOU CAN SMELL THE DEFEAT/ 

BY THE WAY WHAT I SPEAK IS SO TRUE ITS ON ME BY THE TIME THAT I SNEAK IN THE TIP OF MY PEAK/

ITS TOO LATE FOR YOU/ 

AINT NO SAVING YOU MIGHT AS WELL PAY FOR YOUR FUNERAL AND PRAY FOR YOU/

IM ESCAPING THE HELL THAT I MADE FOR YOU ITS LOOKING GOOD CAUSE I HARDLY COULD MAKE IT THROUGH NIGGAS GON SLAM THROUGH THE TABLE AND BREAK A FEW/ 

TAKE O2 FROM THE BRAIN WHEN I STRANGLE YOU/ 

CRIPPLE AND MANGLE YOU JUST CAUSE IM AIMED AT YOU/ 

ALL THEM CHAINS I COULD SEE THERES A SLAVE IN YOU/

Reddit (Prod. Y$57 & Disvstxr)

LYRICS:

BITE THE CURB
OR KICK THE BUCKET
EITHER TRICK YOU PICK THAT DOES IT
IM SO HIGH I PEEK ABOVE THEM
PEEL MAN DOWN JUST LIKE AN ONION

MY CLIQUE NOT GON' STOP ME
MY CLIP NOT GON END UP STOPPING KICKBACK GOT SOME STOPPING POWER, STOCK AND ADD THAT LONGER BARREL

IN THE WAREHOUSE LIKE IM DARRYL
IN THE FIELD JUST LIKE A SCARECROW
SEE THEM BIRDS? THEY WONT COME NEAR HERE
TWITTER BOTS SEND LOTS OF FAN MAIL

STILL WITH THE HORNS, YOU CANT KILL THE GOAT
EQUIPPED WITH THORNS TO CUT AT YOUR THROAT
THATS HOW I ROSE, ITS NO FUR COAT
SEE WHAT THEY GOT IN STORE NIGGA YOU WONT BY THE TIME THAT IM DONE THEY GON KNEEL AT THE THRONE

LIVE IN A GLASS HOUSE DON'T THROW STONES BUT I SMOKE TIL IM STONED OFF MY ASS IN THE ZONE
GRAVEYARD SHIFT WHEN IM DIGGING YOUR BONES
I HAD TO GET IT I KICK IN A DOOR
TRY ME MY NIGGA WE'LL SEE HOW YOU DONT GOT A LEG TO STAND ON, HOW THE FUCK HE GON WALK?
OUTLINE THE BODY IT SMELL LIKE CHALK

YOU GOT A ISSUE, SUCK MY COCK
ALL ON YO BLOCK I JUST MIGHT MILLY ROCK
I HID THE 17 IN MY SOCK
MY FLOW SO WAVY WE JUST MIGHT DOCK

MY FLOW COKE, IT MIGHT POP
THEN THEY GON SPIN MY SHIT LIKE TOP
SPIT ON MY DICK WHEN SHE GIVE ME TOP
I GOT A LOT ON MY PLATE DONT STOP
RED ALL AROUND ME BUT STILL NO OPPS
IF YOU ASLEEP THEN YOU JUST WOKE UP
I GOTTA PEE LIKE ONE MORE CUP
SHE GOTTA PEE BUT SHE ON MY TONGUE
IM LEAVING THE FLOW LIKE GIVEN ITS SO TIGHT I GOTTA DO SOME DIFFERENT ON ALL NIGHTS
IF YOU THINK DIFFERENTLY LAUGH AT YOUR SORE SIGHT MINUS YOUR FORESIGHT THINKING YOU ALRIGHT

I GOT A PIECE NO NAMASTE
SHE WANNA HUMP ME ON WEDNESDAY
ASS IS SO PLUMPY BITE THAT CAKE
LIKE ITS MY BIRTHDAY AYE BA-BY WHY THEY ACT FAKE ALWAYS TRYNNA AT MY PAGE

NIGGAS WANT SMOKE BUT THEY STILL UNDERAGE
YOU GOT SOME SPOTLIGHT SPITE MY NAME
COME UP DESPITE ALL THE THINGS IN MY WAY

(HOOK)

WE BALLING AND DONT EVEN PLAY
WE BALLING SO STEP UP TO PLATE
CAME OUT RUNNING AND RIGHT OUT THE GATE
WHERE HE STAY CATCH HIS ASS WHERE HE LAY

STRAIGHTAWAY HITTING IT RIGHT WHERE IT HURTS YOU, LIKE HOW I CURSE YOU, SPIT IT THEN MURK YOU
FUCK YOU MEAN? IM IN HER GUTS LIKE BERSERK YOU!
CROSS YOU LIKE CHURCH DO! BLEED YOU THEN SEARCH YOU! 
(x2)

Peeled (Prod. Fluss Vlone)

1 Min. Freestyle (PROD. MKULTRA)

Wanna Go? (To a Rave) [Prod. MKULTRA]

Lyrics:

MY INNOCENCE ALL GONE, 
EQUIPPED WITH A SHOT GUN, 
WAIT FOR THE NIRVANA/ 
I CROSS BOTH PALMS AND COVER MY BRUISED ARMOR/
LET OUT AND AN “OUR FATHER” WHERE I LIE FALLEN/ 
GIVE ME SOME SPACE IMMA STAR CHILD/
IT WAS UNPLANNED LIKE WILD FLOWER/
SO WHATS THE PLAN BEFORE THE SAND FALL GOT THE HOURGLASS IN MY HAND WHILE I WAIT TIL ARMAGEDDON MAKES LANDFALL/ 
HOLD UP, I GOTTA SHOW UP SHUT UP GOTTA MEET MY QUOTA RAY LIOTTA FELLA IN MY COAT IF YOU TURN TO INFORMANT/ 
MY ORDERS CLEAR WONT SUGARCOAT IT BLOWING MARIJUANA FEELING DORMANT 
AND STONED ENOUGH TO BARE WIT COLD PORRIDGE/ 
I HAD TO BARE MY FANGS TO GIVE THESE BITCHES FOREWARNING/
YOU THINK YOU HOT AS FUCK UNTIL YOU FEEL THAT COLD SHOULDER/
YOU SAY YA SEES SOMETHING WELL MY B’s SWARM YOU/ 
THEN LEAVE A STING THAT BLEEDS WARMER THAN A SEAT-WARMER/
POURING LIKE ANDREW IN ‘92/ 
I LOST SIGHT OF EVERYTHING I KNEW/
INCLUDING YOU/
IF I WAS HIM I WOULDN’T MIND YOU TOO I UNDERSTAND WHY IM A FOOL I KNOW NOW I COULDN’T BE THE MAN I PROMISED YOU/
LEARNED MY LESSON THE HARD WAY/ 
I HAD TO WATCH MY MOOD LIKE ALL DAY/
YOU CATCH ME CRYING FUKKIT THATS ALWAYS/
BEEN DEALING WIT GROWING PAINS SINCE MY BIRTH DATE/
SHOULD’VE DONE IT RIGHT IN THE FIRST PLACE/
WAY I SEE IT, I LOST YOU BUT IM STILL GON END UP IN FIRST PLACE/
LAST TIME I CHECKED MY ENERGY INVESTMENTS PAY ME BACK/
AND IF YOU ATTEMPT, TO COME CORRECT IT LIKE ITS WRONG YOU WACK/ 
I JUST CUT THE SLACK YOU GET A BREAK AND SEE HOW I REACT/
POINT YOUR FUCKING FINGER ANYWHERE MY NAME IS ON THE MAP/ 
I JUST WANT A PLAQUE, ANOTHER PLAQUE, TO SIT WIT ALL MY PLAQUES/
FEELING LIKE KHALID,
MUCH DANK CHECK THE SMOKE SEE ITS ALL VALID/
AND KNOW THIS SHIT HAS BEEN ESTABLISHED/

Fukkit

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