Name: Stickin To My Cash(prod. why loner) by Skinny C
Duration: 2 min 31 s
Description: stupid thots. shout out to why loner for providing the beat for this track

Lil Herb - Hot Nigga (Remix)

Dark Knight

stupid thots. shout out to why loner for providing the beat for this track

stickin to my cash

Stickin To My Cash(prod. why loner)

dave streatham

Percocets (Ft. Dripstarr)

FT. @954EDD GUITAR AND BASS BY @itsanthonyofficial
COVER BASED ON THE ART FOR "GG ALLIN'S XMAS SONG"
LYRICS:

DARKIE:
oi

if he talking reckless we stomp him in his shit
on the concrete breathless i’m running from a
pitbull
and if he talking that shit get a 
fist full
american and soviet
missiles

pistol upon my hip
i let it rack back nigga
this is the america i love

i love it
i love it now
i love it
the thudding sound

punk is dead because punk is cool now
i still wanna burn down my school now
punk is cool but the gunk rock not yet
i hate all of you faggot cops that

are killing all the children
everything is different
nothing is the same now
i dont know my name now

no one will remember
i am just an ember
my brother’s birthday is in september
nigga wanna fuck with and grow my temper

i am just a nigga wanna break your femur
i am a lil darkie a cracked out lemur

EDDISON:
punk ain’t punk anymore
at least by definition
throw your junk on the floor
litter n kill the children 
read your book like a bitch
until you can’t read 
shit now you smokin a leaf until you can’t breath
bitch yuh
shut up
you can’t make my fuckin dick go
the fuck up
bitch I feel like ima od yuh
cus ima punk
that boy love talkin to police
until he get touched
i enter hell 
like where’s the hair gel
i feel compelled
to kill you
fuckers
i can’t tell
if you really hear dem demons
you need help
if you really wanna die
then very well

oi

DARKIE:
i don’t got a problem with you
and you don’t got a problem with me
until we bleed

on the floor for the demon
bleed up and down
around the town

and i, wanna know what kind of, what else
am i gonna encounter being part of a self?
anticipate
these niggas hate
and hit it great 
until you fade

and i don’t want it
to be the last time
that i see you
in a past life

and i don’t really wanna wait until the end that’s right
and i don’t really wanna wait until we’re friends that’s right
yeah it don’t really begin until the end, that’s nice

momma i’m not dying
momma i’m alive again
momma i’ll defying
the odds and I’m flying

and i don’t really wanna wait until the end that’s right
and i don’t really wanna wait until we’re friends that’s right
yeah it don’t really begin until the end, that’s nice

hah

show me yours you can see mine
see mine
suck my dick in the meantime
meantime
I’m knee deep in a feline
be mine
if it red make a b-line
b-line

for the door
he prefer the midget
shorter whores
i pray for the end of
border wars
i sleep on a bench
see quarters more
i reek of the stench 
work 4 to 4

EDDISON:
why the fuck do you look like a dumpling
imma fuck on your face til you love me
i need a monkey bitch with sharp teeth
tryna shoot you in your braces
don’t play with me
lil bitch

DARKIE:
i don’t have no hair to spike up
i just got a mic I might stuff with messages
lessening the damage 
i am so paranoid of everything, I manage

to fuck up it all
he got his balls tucked

pop pop
tranny lover 
i feel like danny glover 
mel gibson 
and joe pesci  
lethal weapon if he stepping
nigga don’t test me
if police see it happen 
then they gon arrest me

i got voices in my head
and they all mine nigga
what are my, choices am I dead?
nah you just fine nigga 
what am i? really just a red
line forehead faggot

that caught you lacking

KNUP (FT. EDDISON) (PROD. DARKIE)

(RIGHT ON) X8

SOMETHING TO DRAW
NEED SOMETHING TO WRITE ON
I SEE ELECTRICITY IN THE PYLONS
LOOK AT IT RUNNING THE RACE 

EVERYTHING YOU DOING ERASED 
WHAT IT FEEL LIKE?

HIT WIT THE MACE

TIGHT PACE WHAT IM KEEPING
GOT THE REAPER ON ME
LIKE YOU 
WHAT THE HELL WOULD I BE 

WITHOUT IT

IF YOU THINK IT
SHOUT IT 

LOST MY MIND
I THINK I FOUND IT
AWAY

LIVE TO FIGHT 
ANOTHER BRIGHT DAY 

I AM GOD 
SO WHY WOULD I PRAY

YOU ARE GOD
ABOVE A WHITE PAGE

THE CREATOR
MAKER OF RAGE

PAINTER
PAINT THE CANVAS
I ATE THE MANTIS
I SAVED THE PANDAS 
I HATE THEY BRAND US
CAN US LIKE SOME KAMPBELLS
JESUS HAD NO SOCKS UNDER HIS SANDALS

I CANT RIDE A BIKE WITHOUT THE HANDLES 
I CANT RIDE A SCOOTER HAVE A TUTOR 
SHOOT THE BUDDHA EAT SOME GOUDA 
SAY IT RUDER, TELL WHO DID I TRAMPLE

RAMBLE

ON ABOUT SOME NONSENSE 
I’M UNCONSCIOUS
I DON’T HAVE CRICKET FOR A CONSCIENCE 
KELP FOREST WHERE THE MAGIC CONCH IS
VIOLENT CRUCIFYING LIKE IM PONTIUS

PILATE FLYING HIGH ABOVE OLYMPUS 
SHE’S AN ANGEL GIVE THAT BITCH A NIMBUS
BANGAL TIGER BITING OFF YA FINGERS
HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO EAT THESE PRINGLES?

IMAGE IN YO HEAD IS HOW I WANT IT
FINISH ON THE BED AND LIE UPON IT

(CHORUS)

IN THE CAR IT MOVING FAST
FOOT UP ON THE GAS
EVERYTHING WE TEND TO PASS
LEAVE IT IN THE PAST
I KNOW WHAT MY MOMMA ASKED
I JUST DIDN’T ANSWER
GOT HER FOOT UP ON THE DASH
SHE MY TINY DANCER

SHE MY TINY DANCER
MOVE IT HULA GIRL
NOT A GIRL WIT CUTER CURLS
IMMA STACK THESE COMMAS
WE COULD BE LIKE THE OBAMAS
WE COULD RULE THE WORLD
BABY GIRL JUST PICK A COUNTRY
AINT WORRIED BOUT NO MONEY
AINT WORRIED BOUT NOBODY

(CHORUS)

BREAKING BREAKING DOWN THE GAS
DON’T WANT SMOKE WANT CANCER
YOU COULD YOU COULD YOU COULD
ASK
YOU CAN’T GET ME CANCELED
SHAKE IT SHAKE IT SHAKE YA ASS
HOW IT IN YO PANTS TOO?
HOW HE DO IT?
YOU COULD ASK
GRIP THIS PEN NO PENCIL

BABY BABY BABY
GIRL
SHAKE THAT ASS FOR A NIGGA I’LL GIVE YOU THE WORLD
MAN I LOVE IT HOW YOU BEND YO BACK AND MAKE IT CURL
YEAH I PUT THAT NECKLACE ON YO SHIT LIKE PEARLS
YEAH I COOK THAT ROCK I STIR IT MAKE IT TWIRL

(I FREESTYLED/PUNCHED IN THE NEXT TWO SONGS/STORIES)
(I DON’T WANNA WRITE THEM DOWN)

(8:15)
TROUBLED KID WITH THE TROUBLED MIND
TROUBLED KID WITH THE TROUBLED PAST
IN THE TROUBLE I GREW UP FAST
IN THE RUBBLE I SIT MY ASS DOWN

I’LL SMOKE YOU LIKE I SMOKE THAT GRASS
I BROKE HIM LIKE I BROKE THAT GLASS
I DROPPED OUT I AINT GO NO CLASS

HAD TO CUT OFF A LOT FRIENDS
HAD TO CUT OFF A LOT OF PEOPLE
CUZ LOTS OF PEOPLE ROUND ME WERE EVIL
CUZ LOTS OF NIGGAS WERE WEAK AND FEEBLE

OM
THANK
GOD THAT I GOT OUT ALIVE
MY MOMMA NEVER LOST FAITH IN MY MIND

LET IT OUT
(SCREECH OF PAIN)
(X8)

WHEN I WAS YOUNG
I USED TO PLAY WITH LEGOS TIL THE MORNING SUN
I USED TO PLAY WITH LEGOS NOW IT’S BORING SON
NO ONE WOULD PLAY WITH ME I’M THE FOREIGN ONE
HE AINT HAD NO BUTTHOLE SO I TORE HIM ONE

I DIDN’T KNOW WHAT A COUNTRY WAS NOW I’M TOURING ONE
ALL I WAN DO IS GET ON TRACKS I WAS BORN TO RUN
IN THE FIELD I GRIP THAT STICK IT’S A HOLE IN ONE
WHY WOULD YOU COMMIT A CRIME WITH A STOLEN GUN?

RAT-A-TAT-TAT
GRIP THAT GAT AND PUSH HIS HAT BACK
IS YO MOMMA PROUD OF YOU NOW?
NO SHE’S NOT THIS MUCH IS TRUE NOW

RIGHT ON

(OUTRO SKIT)

RIGHT ON (PROD. SOLSA)

LYRICS:

IF YOU AINT FUCKING WITH MY VISION
THEN ACT LIKE I DON’T EXIST

IF YOU AINT RIDING WITH ME NIGGA 
GET ROCKING THAT’S WHAT HE KICKS

BECAUSE IM TIRED OF DISLOYALTY 
AND BITCH SHIT

I’M TIRED OF THE MISFITS
AND WHAT ELSE?
I’LL LIST IT

I HATE NIGGAS THAT DISSING BUT WONT 
MAKE THE DISS EXPLICIT

I HATE WHEN NIGGAS SWITCHING
PLAYING SIDES YOU COMPLICIT

I HATE WHEN NIGGAS DON’T KNOW SOMETHING
WRONG CUZ YOU AIN’T PISSED YET

CUZ YOU AIN’T SAID YOU HATE WHEN NIGGAS
QUIET LIKE SOME CRICKETS

INSECTS 

CRUSH EM UP AND EAT EM WITH SOME BUTTER
ON SOME BISCUITS 

MY FIST GETS

HARDER WHEN I GRIP TO

SIT THROUGH 

ANOTHER FUCKING DAY OF PLAYING SHIT COOL

FUCK THAT 

I HOPE THE FUCKING PLANET SUCK THE GUTS
OUT OF MY NUT SACK

I’LL BUSS BACK

AND YOU CAN FUCKING TRUST THAT 
I’LL HIT YOU 

RIGHT IN YO FUCKING NECK
’N LET YOU LAY INSIDE A PISS POOL 

CUZ THERE AINT NOTHING WORSE THAN
TREATED BADLY BY YOUR BROTHER

KINDA ANGER MAKE ME WANNA SEE 
ANOTHER IN A GUTTER

KINDA ANGER MAKE ME BLIND AND
MAKE ME THINK AN AWFUL THOUGHT

WAS NEVER TAUGHT HOW TO FORGIVE 
OR MAYBE I HAD JUST FORGOT

WHY THE PEOPLE THAT’S SUPPOSED TO 
HAVE YOU BACK IS TURNING OPPS
 
KINDA ANGER MAKE ME WANNA MURDER
EVERY SINGLE COP

WITH A SHOTGUN

PULL UP AND I POP ONE
PULL UP AND I POP TWO

NOW THEY’VE FUCKING SHOT YOU

SO LET IT STAY A THOUGHT THEN
THE KINDA ONE THAT DROPPED IN
THE KINDA ONE I PUT INSIDE A SONG 
THAT I CAN BOP TEN TIMES

UNTIL I STOP CARING

ABOUT THE FACT THAT UNDERNEATH IT ALL
THERE’S NOTHING SOLID TO HOLD ON TO 
LIKE YOU WANT TO

AND WHEN IM DREAMING I FEEL BETTER
THEN I DO WHEN IM AWAKE

HOW IMMA DREAM SOME REALER PEOPLE
THAN THE ONES THAT LIVING WHEN THEY 
REALLY FAKE

LIKE ACTUALLY

I DO THIS RAPPING CASUALLY

DISTRACT ME FROM MY DYING 
AND TRYING TO FEEL MY INNOCENCE 
AGAIN AND IT’S IMPACTING ME POSITIVELY 
AND IN A SENSE I GUESS 
IT IS THE CAUSE OF ANXIETY 
WHEN PEOPLE GOT PAIRS OF CENTS
THEY WANNA GIVE TOO

DISTRIBUTE 
OPINIONS BOUT THE ART
BUT I AINT LIKE THE OTHER 
RAPPERS YOU LISTEN TO
THIS MUSIC IS A PAINTING 
WITH EMPHASIS ON THE PAIN
IT’S NOT TO ENTERTAIN 
IT’S THE NOISES INSIDE MY BRAIN

AND I PRAY THAT YOU UNDERSTAND 
AND IM SORRY I’M SO AGGRESSIVE 
IF I HAD A HUNDRED BANDS I’D INVEST IT
INTO MY MESSAGE

THAT RACE IS FAKE 

AND PEOPLE EQUAL BUT DON’T WANNA BE
IT’S ALL BECAUSE OF GREED AND 
HOW WE STRUCTURE OUR ECONOMY

I’M SO DEPRESSED
I’VE HAD THIS LIQUOR IN MY CHEST LIKE EVERY DAY CUZ I AINT BEEN FEELING THE BEST

A MIXED RACE FAGGOT BOY THAT RAP AND 
AIN’T BLACK BUT HIS GODDESS IS
I PRAY THAT KALI MA DESCEND 
ON LA BRING APOCALYPSE

Stickin To My Cash(prod. why loner)

Skinny C

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