Awesome Day

Damn son, flow so strong like Samson
Puts you in a god damn trance, making tan girls dance for the bands or to maybe get a glance at the man with the Ray bans on 
Fans wanna blow me for a chance to touch my hands, but they gotta pay me in advance
Game is advanced boy, gotta enhance your plans if you want to get me to, put, down the cans and 

I ran amuck, dumb fucks stuck in the same damn rut that I used to be in
Youthful thinking and choochie cheating 
Boosted me to a new Zeus to believe in 

It's me, Yahweh, Lose faith? no way Jose 
Found a new way to approach life, no strife 
My clothes nice, fuck the old dykes, my doughs tight 

But I still got my shit together, 15 credits working every day no matter the weather 
Got a schedule fat as jabba but my second job is harder gotta spit hard bars like a Mars freezing, I'm hard to please, 

Really all I want is broads with sleeze, 
Long sleeve t's, peace tea, on a beach
leeches on my cheeks need to leave me be, 
And I'll be gleeful as rogen after Freaks and geeks


Samson

It's the Y a h double u a Y
Use my intellect for sex and use my cunning to disguise 
All my lies, all my ruses, 
use illusions which confuses 
All the foolish women who begin removing their shoes and they linens

(A) Jubilus mood that I'm in, it's true I'm a dude full of sin but
You must be stupid if you Think 
Z ain't a shoo in to get the 

Bitch with the boobs and the tits, 
The booty the beautiful skin
I'm Oozing with lust for the busty youthful and suitable fuck

She's doable, fuck I'm so fucking lucky, she's sucking my dick, she dutiful 
Do it cause I said it would make her beautiful
So much better than usual, got a bitch, she exuseable
So I guess I'm an ass with a passion for fucking booty hole

A Fiend For The Booty

(Instrumental is a 4 bar loop of "Every Single Thing" by HOMESHAKE please don't sue me your music is great)

obscure person 
absurd verses
I’ll curb the closing of the curtains if you show me where you keep your purses

never nervous 
Not a novice when it come to service 
A clever curser no eraser, ain’t no where to place a 

A grinning face

Maybe just a grimace 
Guess I’m feeling real diminished till my album’s finished 

Never been the type to spin the hype in my favor
And if you still say I don’t it’s best you Mind your business 

Siggh

I sip Guinness with finesse
Best believe I’m a pest 
Like Ramona, don’t roam to my home it’s a mess 


Trust me 
Sometimes people real fake like the lunch meat 
At subway
Including myself
It’s some guys who’d like to punch me, or whup with a belt
For some shit I said in jest, I just said how I felt 

Uh


I got a lot in common with a flock of seagulls 
I spew a lot of shit and don’t know how to talk to people 
So I’m walking with a swagger like I’m doctor evil 
Useless with a scalpel so I slice when I write 

Every stitching takes time so Ill muster all my might
Just to figure out a way that I can shut my eyes at night 


Ah.... ahh.... 

So I breathe real slow
Its cold in the snow 
But there’s no place to go
Nah There’s just no place  to go 

Oh no

Though I breathe real slow 
Each inhale takes a day or so
Yearn for egress but it’s just no place to go




I’d be a better driver if I knew where my lane was 
Brake pads broken like the system that raised us
be a better fighter if I wasn’t so anxious 
Make love with hate untill the feelings are ancient 

I play the play the player but I’m stuck in the basement 
PlayStation 3, but bruh I ain’t played skate in a month
And I ain’t skate in a year 
damn I used to do that every day 
A Pavement slave back in 8th grade 

That’s when I switched it up with two k’s 
And my phallus started swelling up like goose eggs
Every other day, new music, in a new phase 
steady Changing like a moth in the pupa stage 


still I had a fly lady who would say things 
Make you feel special like you was amazing 
Hurting that much more when wines all poured 
And the fine ones bored of monotony 

(..Well shit that’s why I abhor monogamy )
Nah really but this whore meant a lot to me
Felt like burglary when Rudy swooped, deservedly I did have a fucking broken ankle at the time 

Shit....(huh huh I guess you couldn’t (keep up)
So Ill do that now, while I blow the reef-ah

Let me burn one
Fuck it Burn two

Smoking pot cause there’s not one left to turn to 


Oh my god what did y’all do to deserve this 
I’m Not a lover but in time I’ll probably learn to
Oh my god every woman makes me nervous 
I don’t love her but in time I’ll probably learn to

but there but there

Aint no place to go

Place 2 Go (instr. Every Single Thing - HOMESHAKE)

LIMBO - A LUSCIOUS, LUXURIOUS 7-TRACK SONIC JOURNEY INTO MY THICK SKULL

Lyrics:
That's what you think? 
That’s what I thought (bitch)
I Don’t give a fuck, smoke a blunt with the wax got the raps in the bag
Cash in the box 
Cats out the bag, bitch I’ll punch out ya lights 
Dont fuss dont fight 
Bitch don’t bite
I don’t think you’ve though this through right
Plus tonight I might get down right
Plus tonight I might Get down right


When I run up with a busty bitch they like whoa
I ain’t really seen y’all round here befoe 
I’m a hustler when it come to proofin up dough 
Plus I must be puffin endo 
Like 24/7, I tell a bitch no
If she want the money she goin’ have to give the throat
If she really urgent, choke that hoe
Hold her by the neck and i won’t let go 

Unless she extra mean
Them legs goin’ obey, open sesame 
Listen Ye, got a dick like Christ imma cure your leprosy 

But I’m no dumb gent
I don’t fuck with bitches that don’t give consent 
I don’t give a fuck if you don’t repent
Imma Hit my second coming 
And I ain’t done yet

That's what you think?



Hello baby my name be Zachary 
I’d like to treat you to an extra tasty daiquiri 
(Daiquiri)

I don’t want no drama 
That shit wack to me
(Wack to me)

Let’s go on a trip
Go backpack in Greece 

(Whoa)
I know I’m not one to fall in love with 
I can be abrasive like a husband 
Stuck up in his third failed marriage 
Ready to throw it all in the dust bin 

I know I sound like a Dom (since i was biting his flow ^)
But I’d go sub if you want
Anything for them legs
I just don’t wanna get pegged

Baby girl do you know what’s odd? 
I get off giving you massage-s
Soothing like a lozenge
Got you think you’re praying to the right god

Uh

I ain’t no tight wad
‘specially since you’re tighter than a tight rope 
I don’t even mind if you don’t like dope
I would quit smoking quicker than my wad 

Shoots, but that’s okay
Round three’s much better anyway 
Get that pussy much wetter than a bay
love you forever like girls love gays

.Hope I’m not too forward missus 
I would smother your forehead with kisses
I’d you’d let me we would cuddle for hours 
I would never let you touch any dishes

Cravings

LIMBO - A LUSCIOUS, LUXURIOUS 7-TRACK SONIC JOURNEY INTO MY THICK SKULL

Lyrics:
I don’t got a good reason why you should love me
I don’t got a good reason why you should love me
I don’t got a good reason why you should love me
Why you should love me
Why would you love me



Came across a sick chick last week 
Fell in love too quick, what a bad thing 
Always sang my name when she’d pass me
Style real clean, though she nasty 

Problem is she’d never would fuck with me 
No, fuck with me, no
/Why do i always hit out of my league 
Pop fly, foul ball, now I feel the fatigue 

I ain’t touch no bases 
So I gotta run laps, till I collapse, and fall on my face
takes patience 
To erase this 
Self doubt, got me bottoming out 

No doubt got a problem with clout 
No I’m never about to be 
Nothing 
Bitch, I’m nothing 
End of fuckin discussion 


Feelin like im all outta options 
Tinnitus buzzin blockin out my conscience 
constantly watching /lots of nonsense 
I waste my days in a toxic office

Proceed with caution, you know
I don’t wanna fuck one off and just go 

I just want a love to blossom and grow
But I know I’m slowly losing control 
Losing control 

Obsessively 

searching for a bird i can flirt with
don't nest with me
if you're gonna fly when the tide too high, love
sail with me
sail with me now

I don't got a good reason why you should love me

Is it cause I’m weird as shit
Plus I can’t grow a beard for shit 
But I got that booty you can barely grip 
I talk up my ass, cause I’m p(ass)ionate 

(Girl) I just wanna take you on a date
Where we don’t do shit, come home 
Get alone, 
Alexa put Game of thrones on 
No pressure, I don’t mean to force none 

Oh unless ya tell me how you like that 
Bitch, I’ll impress ya, 
But I wouldn’t wanna mess up 
Everything we got love
Everything we got love
Everything we got love


I know that you said, we should take it slow
Take it slow

I DON'T WANNA

A Very Handy Guy

Cannot get intimate 
Not cause I’m into it
Not for the fuck of it

Cannot get rid of it

It’s Tough to conceal 
This level of feel

Is Unparalleled no more devil to fear 
I think Jesus Christ in my beer
she’s making it clear 
Chug it, yeah
sipping up wine while we fighting them tears 

Now I’m piping a cheer-
Leader in lederhosen while my weiner’s frozen 
I don’t need to beat it I just need devotion 
Plenty of product and decent lotion 

Completely devoid of all emotion 
Steady cautious when sloshing the molly potion 
Of course I’ll test it before I dose it
But you bet your ass imma still cut it open 

Tweaking bitch imma go Lindsey Lohan 
Know this chick’s tits like the back of my hand 
Notice this bitch don’t know how to be friends 
Trusted her what the fuck’s up with my sense

Look at my ends
They lookin split like that shamalan cine (sin)
Now it’s Time for a trim
I can pretend that I 
Ain’t got no damage just take off the ends, 

Can’t have no split ends
No split ends 

Can’t have no split ends
Me and Devin burning so we split stems
No more nicotine Although I Spit gems (fuck juul)
Quit it like I did with all my shit friends (fuck you)

As you can imagine I’m a bit tense
Yet I couldn’t bear to be a nuesense 
Shit is not fair, yet its waste there
Still can’t figure out 
I don’t make cents(sense)

Burning incense, while I’m in tents  
Spitting intense writtens with the intent 
To be insensitive to these infants
Spot a PC baby like a sixth sense

So pretentious 
I’ll pretend this bliss 
Ain’t come from one more one last kiss 
What Do I say though 
 Ain’t got no more wind in my sail

imma have to stay low

Split Ends

Track for all you mommies out there sampling an english lesson featured on a YMH podcast.

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