Must have relished in the role of thinking they let us catch up

Might Adopt You Kids

The Grim Reaper of Yarmouth drops a career ending diss on the Burger Boys and the young man Thundrrr

Lil Buddy

Heavy Hog Landowners

N-Word Permission Granted

Yet another timeless classic by Peter Effin Fitz' the Zookeeper Assassin with lyrics by Brad The Brute aka YMI the Grim Reaper of Yarmouth
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	        You ain't from the gutter, or up-and-coming, you motherfucker
		think my car a twink how it's sittin on studded rubbers
		Brad the Brute's not the one I'm that nigga dude
		quick dick a chick, "gotta run got shit to do"
		like be for real man, you never been clever
		real rap, i got a gat that leave appendages severed
		im the shit- glock grip hot tips how im sendin em
		and anybody talkin shit then im bendin him
		B-Piffy, burnin cabbage by the stick
		you the type to put 5 on it ask me for a rip
		Get fucked-loud packs only if you smoke a 8th with IHL
		Lace ya boots up yup you're liable to take a spill
		Big Strap say word it flip a rhino
		At the crib admiring mountain birds through my binos (spot 'em)
		Ya man a joke cannon, i could fucking choke slam em
		both hands and throw him off a cliff with no landin
		plus i be fuckin all these biddies on some wilt shit
		plus ill prob'ly suck a fuckin titty til the milk drip
		A twin dad who leave anybodys chin jabbed
		no skinnys pants lookin like Sinbad
		Rappers @ me ima leave him underground
		gun spark and it be barkin like a beagle at the pound
		brad the brute slide through with the tommy cocked
		k clip curl like i hit it with a body shot
		i do the dabs the cartidges, i cop sour
		Equinox murdered out look like it lost power, nigga
		A rap god and i dont even like the game
		i tell my BM yo i think they need a diaper change
		Brokeboi i see you dime bag beggin
		catch a body every time my lil' side get pregnant 
		
		Bitches want to fuck i just grab and they get to squeelin
		hit once, after that it get drastically less appealing
		im a trom blazer, exhalin fog vapor
		the bad ones try chew me down like a jawbreaker
		Big Strap it's a rap when you see this jawn,
		bm in my ear make me snap like a beatles song
		Leakin like a fountain man the SIg leave em cooked
		cold hollows like the mountains that my crib overlook
		30 with a gat attached, weed in a L
		we can have a ladder match ian ring ya bells
		
		i aint with dumb stuff, my gun flip a dump truck
		they cant take me out the woods like blunt guts
		These guns that i spray i get amped with the sticks
		put a drum in the K im as stamped as it gets
		The lungs are decayed, brain scrambled from piff
		two sons on the way so i cant be a bitch, dawg
		a known fuckin gun ill sucker punch this fuckin punk
		and then ill hock a fucking loogie in ya mothers cunt
		Niggy im dead nice, glizzy with the red light
		i gotta warn ya bout my use of cookies like a website
		Epson salt and isopropyl man my b is just sterile
		and you know the beat a classic if it's peter fitzgerald

Life's Been Good

Big Daddy Bradley blowin' gank and I ain't bout to stop it
Two little sons they gettin' spanked if they out of pocket
come and smoke a half with IHL my lye packs ferocious 
At the crib we got daffodils lilacs and roses
I left the Cape and I'm never goin' back dawg
Cock the stick and let it rip like Devers on a fastball
jars on jars I'm never runnin' out of piff
i do the chewies picture brad the brute tonguein out a bitch
and ain't nobody sockin' Brad, I ain't Mankind
the Smith & Wesson stretch him I ain't wrestlin' Im'a slam mine
Tryna get my mind right off a trom sale
walk around with the stick out like I'm hikin' the Long Trail
Glock 19 with a ladder make ya bike crash
them 4-5th shells they be fatter than my wife ass
plus I got more than one bae, cuz im so awesome
cashin' out my 401k I'm fin ta go golfin'
and even though i don't dress flashy i sex them dimes and
they don't want my support but they ask me to get behind em
I will snap ya mother's legs I get dark as fuck
my gun got a CDL it can park a truck
my wife just gave birth to two kids and I'm in love
but that little thing still got a grip and I'm the plug
Fuck with IHL man that dude has to suffer
I'm a goon i get chewed like two packs of Gushers
Thinkin bout robbin' IHL dawg you better just peace
I'm a beast, i let it go like catch and release
You don't wanna see this Glock choppin' at ya braids
he a pussy i can hear the juice slosh between his legs
zero turn cub cadet we seen ya lawn and it's overgrown
my 45 barkin' like my dog when she's home alone
my wife so bad i just have to admit it
been together 10 years i'm barely lastin' a minute