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What's in The Bag???
September 3, 2023
6:42 pm
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bukshot-jason mask

 

[Verse 1: Bukshot]
I don’t think they even realize what they fucking with
Cause  if they did they know they name was on my bucket list
Before  you know it got your picture on the jug of milk
That’s what you get for not respectin’ that Im slugger built
Knock ya head I just might let some lead off
I’m  callin’ bets off my chopper’s ’bout to set off
I’m  blinkin’ red
For talkin’ shit that’s what they get
I  see the future even Nostradamus saw ’em dead
Shoulda figured, I guess they got warnin’ late
Sippin’ liquor I’m trying to stop the mornin’ shakes
Something bigger I’m evil and I’m pourin’ hate
I’ma  killa, fuck they mama, Norman Bates

[Chorus: Bukshot]
Got my Jason mask on, my Freddy Krueger gloves
L-l-leatherface’s chainsaw, blood-blood on my Chucks
Michael, Michael Myers music turnt way up
Pin-pinheads attitude I don’t give a fuck
Got my Jason mask on, my Freddy Krueger gloves
L-l-leatherface’s chainsaw, blood on my Chucks
Michael, Michael Myers music turnt way up
Pin-pinheads attitude I don’t give a fuck

[Verse 2: Bukshot]
They said I wasn’t good enough to rock a fucking beat
They said I wasn’t hood enough to claim I’m from the street
They said I don’t know music cause Im bangin’ I.C.P
But if they knew what I was thinkin’ they’d be ‘fraid of me
I’m unstable and I’m mentally unfit to live
Before I leave this world I’ve brought a little gift to give
Been a Weirdo ever since I was a little kid
And now that I’ma grown up haters heads are getting split
I kill (on the drop of a dime on the block)
I spill (’bout the brains and I look at the thought)
I will (let ’em hang and I hope that they rot)
I’m real (with this thing cause it’s all that I got)
I’ll chop these people up in pieces just to start a war
And stock their bodies in my freezer
I’m a carnivore

[Chorus: Bukshot]
Got my Jason mask on, my Freddy Krueger gloves
L-l-leatherface’s chainsaw, blood-blood on my Chucks
Michael, Michael Myers music turnt way up
Pin-pinheads attitude I don’t give a fuck
Got my Jason mask on, my Freddy Krueger gloves
L-l-leatherface’s chainsaw, blood on my Chucks
Michael, Michael Myers music turnt way up
Pin-pinheads attitude I don’t give a fuck

[Verse 3: Bukshot]
I-I-I-I-I-I butcher faces like a horror flick
Rappers cannot stomach me
No they cannot handle this
Hungry for the money and the blood I call it ravenous
I’m like a virus to the world and its inhabitants
I’m like a sickness, I just wanna stab a bitch
Take a trip to Canada, find the perfect candidate
Shoot her in the knees to hear her cry that she won’t stand for this (hahaha)
My sense of humor might be tasteless but you’ll laugh at this
(it sounds like fun)
I think I just might take a crack at this (cuttin’ everyone)
I’ll swing a weapon I like wackin shit (my hatchet weighs a ton)
We’re losin minutes like a laxative (bitch you better run)
I’d like to share I got an axe to give

[Chorus: Bukshot]
Got my Jason mask on, my Freddy Krueger gloves
L-l-leatherface’s chainsaw, blood-blood on my Chucks
Michael, Michael Myers music turnt way up
Pin-pinheads attitude I don’t give a fuck
Got my Jason mask on, my Freddy Krueger gloves
L-l-leatherface’s chainsaw, blood on my Chucks
Michael, Michael Myers music turnt way up
Pin-pinheads attitude I don’t give a fuck
Got my Jason mask on, my Freddy Krueger gloves
L-l-leatherface’s chainsaw, blood-blood on my Chucks
Michael, Michael Myers music turnt way up
Pin-pinheads attitude I don’t give a fuck
Got my Jason mask on, my Freddy Krueger gloves
L-l-leatherface’s chainsaw, blood on my Chucks
Michael, Michael Myers music turnt way up
Pin-pinheads attitude I don’t give a fuck

September 3, 2023
7:06 pm
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eminem-framed

 

Feeling kinky, lip syncing to Too $hort’s “Freaky Tales” (biatch)
Having creepy visions of whiskey drinking
And envisioning sneaking into where Christie Brinkley dwells
I know this is risky thinking but I wanna stick her like she’s decals
But when murdering females
Better pay attention to these details or you could be derailed
Better wear at least three layers of clothing or be in jail
If you get scratched because your DNA’ll
Be all up under her fingernails
Man, he hears you, I don’t think he cares
He gives a fuck, even his pinky swears
Three personalities burstin’ out of me, please beware
Her TV blares, can’t hear the creaking stairs
She’s unaware in no underwear, she’s completely bare
Turns around and screams, I remember distinctly
I said, “I’m here to do sink repairs”
Chop her up, put her body parts
In front of Steven Avery’s trailer and leave ’em there
But hey man, I was framed
I know what this looks like, officers
Please just give me one minute
I think I can explain
I ain’t murdered nobody
I know these words are so nutty
But I’m just here to entertain
How come your shirt is so bloody?
There’s a missing person, so what? He’s
Got nothin’ to do with me
I’m almost certain I was framed
Woke up, it was dawn, musta knew somethin’ was wrong
Think I’m becomin’ a monster ’cause of the drugs that I’m on
Donald Duck’s on, there’s a Tonka Truck in the yard
But dog, how the fuck is Ivanka Trump in the trunk of my car?
Gotta get to the bottom of it to try to solve it
Must go above and beyond, ’cause it’s incumbent upon me
Plus I feel somewhat responsible for the dumb little blonde
Girl, that motherfuckin’ baton twirler that got dumped in the pond
Second murder with no recollection of it
Collectin’ newspaper articles, cuttin’ out sections from it
Memory’s too fucked to remember, destructive temper
Cut my public defender’s jugular then stuck him up in a blender
Another dismembered toddler discovered this winter probably
‘Cause the disassembled body
Was covered up in the snow since the month of November oddly
I’m wanted for questioning
Them son of a bitches probably just wanna pin this on me
But hey man, I was framed
I know what this looks like, officers
Please just give me one minute
I think I can explain
I ain’t murdered nobody
I know these words are so nutty
But I’m just here to entertain
How come your shirt is so bloody?
There’s a missing person, so what? He’s
Got nothin’ to do with me
I’m almost certain I was framed
Still on the loose, they
Spotted me inside McDonald’s Tuesday
In a Toronto Blue Jays cap, lookin’ like your college roommate
With Rihanna, Lupe, Saddam Hussein, Bobby Boucher
Or was it Cool J? The cops is on a goose chase
Just escaped from the state pen
For eight women who hate men
Don’t make it no weirder, I’m naked
When I break in your basement
Under your baby’s play pen, I lay in, wait adjacent
Facin’ the door, remainin’ patient while stayin’ complacent
Blatant sexual implications are continuin’ to get thrown
Insinuations are placed in little riddles and poems
Left on your pillow in hopes, that when you get home
You’ll get the hint, ho, I’m in your window
But it never occurred to me I could describe a murder scene
In a verse and be charged with first degree
‘Cause it just happened to match up perfectly
With the massacre or the Burger King burglary
No, officer, you see
I was framed
I know what this looks like, officers
Please just give me one minute
I think I can explain
I ain’t murdered nobody
I know these words are so nutty
But I’m just here to entertain
How come your shirt is so bloody?
There’s a missing person, so what? He’s
Got nothin’ to do with me
I’m almost certain I was framed

 

 

even his pinky swears, burn that cursed witch.

#magicblunt

September 3, 2023
7:11 pm
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*now Playing*

icP-freaky tales

 

Freaky tales, ICP, true stories, short version
Real shit
The Mighty Death pop
Check it out
WOOOO!

I met this girl
Her name was Joan
She loved the way I rocked on the microphone
When I met Joan
I took her home
She was just like a doggy all on my bone

There’s another girl her name was Pat
She wasn’t just thick naw the bitch was Fat
She had pierced nipples and a Twiztid tat
In between her butt cheeks she packed a gat

I know this bitch named Rebecca Lou
She could make you nut in a second or two
She had a wicked surprise you don’t expect her to
If you hit the shit raw she just infected you

There’s another freak her name was Pearl
Bitch loved nuts like a hungry squirrel
I was tapped out but she tagged her girl
Nutty nuttin’ again in a new Neden hole

 
I met this chick named Rosalina
Had to know her scent that hoe was Subpoena
She took off her clothes as soon as I seen her
She had me so stiff she froze my wiener

I knew this girl named Izabel
Bitch wore a bell from Israel
She was a freaky ass Jizzabel
But her neden smelled like a bowl of instant hell

Party night late fix
Met this bitch named Honey Trix
She had five kids at twenty-six
But the bitch’ll get pregnant just hummin’ dicks

There’s a titty dancer, her name was Bri
She had some good pussy and it came for free
Not for everybody just mainly me
I’m a minute man bitch, ’cause I aim to be

I met this hoe named Sweet Denice
Liberian Girl, but the freak’s a beast
Chained me to the wall leather and lace
She wanted me to pee all over her face

Snow bunny week end ski slope
Met a sweet church girl said her name was Hope
At first she was a prude cleaner than soap
When I left she was a nympho hooked on dick dope

I met this young chick named Janelle
They say she was a loony but I could not tell
She was cool as hell, it all went well
But there’s more to her story like Dave Chappelle

There’s another girl, I call her Boo
Cork in the bunghole is all we do
First she like to feed me some barbecue
After that we smoke some weed and sniff some glue

I met this girl, her name was Lois
Me and Shags both, she loved to blow us
The very first time she ain’t even know us
She swore she had skills and begged to show us

I once met a bitch named crazy Claire
She seen more dicks than Hane’s underwear
I would take a dump, she liked to stare
She definitely had screws loose up there

Skater chick, Lisa Lou
I filled her up quicker than pizza stew
She likes nuts on her belly and she eats it too
She was so small like three foot two

I met this girl, her name was Heather
She was a thug bitch stuck on a tether
She had me come by and bring her shit
But never did I leave without slinging her dick

 
I knew a chick cop named Cara Cass
She had a Bang! Pow! Boom! Tat on her ass
A ‘lette in disguise, she was family
And always let Juggalos off Scot free
She was a freak, she made gansta love
And liked it when I fucked her with her billy club
We cranked Shangri-La fucking in her cop car
She responded to the scene with nut in her hair

Once met a queen named Maureen
Neden so foul it had to be quarantined
It burned through her fabric, and tore her jeans
Like Chemical bombs of war, it seems

I know this bitch named Betreena Ross
Belly so big that the pussy was lost
I dove into find it at any cost
Found something else and her salad got tossed

Met this hottie, her name was Sharon
Her booty was stuffed in the jeans she was wearin’
Blonde pig tails said she liked fat boys
I hit it so hard her ass made a clap noise
She had another friend, red hair, fake tits
I hit it so deep I thought I had eight kids
Her name was Amber but we called her red
The only thing wrong was she never gave head

I knew a mouth doctor named Ugly Anne
Ass like a hippo from here to Japan
But when she gave head I could barely stand
She got the four year waiting list in demand

I met this skank, her name was May
She used to blow my home boy DJ Clay (What up dawg!?”)
She would come through any time of day
5:30 in the morning coming in like “Heyyy!”

I met a cheerleader named Becky Mennard
She was a daddy’s girl, took me out on his yacht
She was a bitch, yes, but yes she was hot
She let me hit my wang thang on her G-spot

There’s another girl from the southwest side
Gunshot wounds on her neck, she almost died
But she lived, God let her slide
Now she’s sittin’ on my dick and it’s a long ride

I once knew a rapper named Miss O’neal
She couldn’t rhyme for shit, but she had sex appeal
I whipped out my mic and down she kneel
She spit a hot sixteen, a verse I could feel

Gale from Evendale, we met online
She was lookin’ for some penis and sat on mine
She was eight cents, not quite a dime
But still memorable enough to make this rhyme

Big, thick, strong and built
Female wrestler, Lumberjill
She could crack a walnut in her neden for real
But she didn’t, I told her lay back and chill

I once met a witch named Azreal
She rides a broom stick and lives in Hell
I told her draw my stick out, ’cause it’s the deal
She possessed my package so it fits the bill

Olivia, had a mouth like a machine
Called The Ejaculator, this bitch is a fiend
Stick in your shit and like you’d never seen
She twists, turns, sucks, and pulls and spits you clean

There’s a street walker on Central Ave
Her name was Cinnamon, a spice I had to have
I paid her, scoop her up and drew her a bath
Scrub her neden clean and you do the math

There’s a hot wife named Dianne Faye
She never goes out, work gets in the way
It’s a fantasy of hers to fuck Violent J
She said it all in a letter I got Friday
I met her at WalMart doin’ her chores
Family restroom, behind closed doors
I hit it on the counter while the water pours
The same way I did it with that daughter of yours

Freaky, deaky
Met somebody else’s ho that was sneaky
We fucked in the shower right at his place
I nutted in the same rag he washes his face

There’s another girl, her name was Flo
She was missin’ teeth like my homie Lay Lo
She liked to bone in front of the window
So all her neighbors could see the bitch go
The cops soon showed up, but even so
We wasn’t breakin’ any laws that you know
We was inside behind a door
So bitches take a picture it’ll last you more

Hound dog, groupie
Met a thuggalette named July
If I paint my face she would blow my meat
I told her close her eyes and painted hers with Skeet

A hooker tossed my salad and scuffed her knees
She then took a breather and called Shareese
Both of them hoes tag-teamed my meat
I turned ’em out so good they had to pay me

The very same night, I met with Sky
Not quite a midget but about dick high
No drank needed she was already fly
If you keepin’ the record, I scored me a Tri

Early next morning I got a call from Kim
Bitch woke me up at like 6:00 AM (six in the morning)
She was comin’ down from a 6 day binge
Fucked her sleep woke her up and we fucked again

Met an old flame, her name Shanelle
She loved this dick in her neden canal
Up and down my back with her fingernails
She jumped on the phone and called some pals
They was gonna meet us at a quarter to twelve
I’m thinkin’ three bitches, this is gonna be swell
But when they showed up, dudes, what the hell?
Six eyes got swelled and I’m back in jail

Ho, skank, trick and sluts (COME AND GET IT!)
These dick and nuts
Don’t be scared if it fits your butts
Alison, Natalie and all chicks what

I banged this one bitch, Hilary Duff
It weren’t really her but who gives a fuck?
Her name was Helen but close enough
It didn’t matter to me when she was in the buck

This chicken named Shawna don’t front for shit
She only come around to score this dick
I don’t play guitar, I don’t sing a lick
I just make the bed squeak hard and that’s it

I once met a freak named Laura
If your name ain’t Shaggy she’ll ignore ya
I blew her out back stage, at the Agora
But it was Dougie in the paint ya dumb whore ya

Now I see nothin’ wrong with hoggin’
And Pam loves food over joggin’
Feed her good, she’ll be bobbin’ on your meat stick
Pam Pam hot damn she’s a freaky chick

Freak nick ’96
Met this ho named Shawna Licks
She was an escort who loved turnin’ tricks
And I soon found out she was burnin’ dicks

Met a cowgirl named Rachel Lee
I stepped to her and then she had a date with me
She was rodeo champ and she rode on me
And got bumped into a tree when I unloaded my skeet

Once upon a time I met Nadeen
She was forty-two and I was only eighteen
She liked to freak, she’s just a fiend
It really didn’t matter when I saw her in jeans

I met this hottie named Doctor Lil’
She had a nice neden with a spot to fill
I dumped in her box ’cause she was on the pill
Bumpin’ EPMD’s “You Gots to Chill”

Knew a hot chick from south of Spain
She was so pretty with a mouth to bang
I loved it when she left her titties out to hang
But Rosetta moved home an’ I’m out in the rain

I want a big, freak fat and sloppy
I keep goin’ back to watch her mop me
Two tons of fun, big mamma jamma
A country girl from Alabama

I once met a hooker, she did it for free
On the foothill bus number forty-three
All the way in the back she was workin’ me
I had my dick beat boxin’ I was jammin’ the beat

There’s a fine bitch sittin’ on my face
Thick ass bitch, said her name was Grace
Sweet honey-licious, I enjoyed the taste
But I almost suffocated passed out in place

Met a fine dime, you know my type
Summer the plumber, she’ll unclog your pipe
I made my appointment for a Saturday night
Her ass crack showed but that was alright

I once knew a dime, she knew Kung-Fu
I told her bring a friend, and Boo brung two
Dana came through with Amy and Sue
They pleased me until my dick sneezed goo
Ha-Choo

There’s another shorty her name was Kay
From the Letters to Cleo band, back in the day
She fell off hard, should’ve seen it my way
Fuck Cleo, she should’ve sent them letters to J

Porn star freak, sweet Bri O’neal
She looks good, and her titties are real
I swam through the pussy like a Navy SEAL
But then I woke up so lame I feel

Susan came over on a ninja bike
She was a dyke, but my dick she liked
She pulled her leather pants off and I was psyched
I banged her neden up to get home she hiked

Met a lot of freak in my life span
Freak one night with a hottie named Cam
She had more weed than Amsterdam
I blew a shotgun with her neden lips, damn!

Cam got me so high, fuck comin’ down
I called this goofy bitch named Sassy the Clown
She had big balloon titties and a painted on frown
She left paint all on my dick, but I’m down

There’s another ho, her name was Jewel
I hit it so hard, she took a dump
Left scratches on my back like a wild raccoon
I can say I won’t be back soon

Met a fine bitty, named Dina
She was a built little freak from China
Do I wanna hit it? Well kinda
Even from the back I don’t mind ya

Late that night the doorbell rang
The Ferris Twins wanna do that thang
Dina just left, don’t know if I can hang
But I’m damn sure about to try, bang bang

I met this chick named Maria Lay
She was a girl scout leader during the day
At night, she in my ear hole, purrin’ away
I told her trim her shit there’s too much fur in the way

There’s a house wife who lives next door
She likes to come by and have sex on the floor
She makes lemonade that she sets on the porch
She cheats on her man ’cause he’s such a dork

What was I to do when I met Sue?
Six times Miss Booty of Gallabuzoo
Ass like Nicki Minaj plus two
I don’t even know how my dick gets through

I met an English girl named Kiki
Crooked and sneaky but freaky
Both her nipples burn like a tiki
I nutted on her face ’cause she was cheeky

Freak show, sex bot
I met this bitch named Alexa
She had two pussy holes, take your pick
To get the last drop out she’ll shake your dick

Micky Mouse club chick Brenda Song
I see her on TV, my dick rose long
I don’t wanna diss her or say nothin’ wrong
‘Cause maybe one day I can peel her thong

I got a call from Roxanne Roxanne
She’s a couple blocks down gettin’ a tan
She’s pretty cool, but I feel boxed in
I hit it one time now she’s locked in
She likes the way I hit it, how smoothly I did it
I even ate her booty out, og fuck it, I’ll admit it
She fell in love, but I was just drunk
Now she hounds so hard I think I’m gettin’ punked

Met a girl named Nina
Or shit, was it Tina?
A thick lil’ junky from Pasadena
I thought she was Snooky first time I seen her
Didn’t know if I wanted to fuck her or beat her

I’m an asshole, ask Francine
I took her out to dinner and then dancing
Later on we was fucking, it all went wrong
I hit it from behind and called her Brenda Song

I met this bitch from Compton, Cal
She was a Crip and her name was Vel
She tattooed my name right across her neden
I never called back, she wanna stomp my head in

There’s another girl, her name’s Michelle
Her booty was bigger than a tail on a whale
When I freaked Michelle, I freaked her well
Her pussy got hotter than the flames in hell

Wheezy from the 5-0-3
She was an acrobat and loved to dive on me
Her neden was small, but her titties was huge
She was quick to lick every last drip of dick sploodge

There was one time I undressed Vanessa
Her booty fell out bigger than the dresser
Between her ass cheeks was her home girl Tessa
She must’ve sat on her and forgot none-the-lesser
Tessa was a twig, Vanessa was big
You wouldn’t believe the stupid shit we did
Once we was done, two became one
As Tessa slipped back in where she came from, um

I once met a bomb chick named Swan
She had her iPod on bumpin’ the Kong, umm
We got our date on and it was Napalm, umm
Gave me a hummer o-oh what’s up son?

I was at the bar when I met Rain
She took me in the girls’ room and gave me brains
Then on my wang she rubbed cocaine
I hit it in her ass and she felt no pain

Later that same night I met Stace
The one eyed snake nutted in her face
We fucked like rabbits all over the place
And when the tag came I was gone no trace

When I got home, peep what I did
Young Christine was watchin’ my kid
I paid her with cash and then some dick
She stayed and made breakfast before she split

I was in church when I met Desire
She sounded so good leadin’ a choir
She said she had more talents I would admire
And my dick soon found out she was no liar

I once met a sweetie named Sherry
She was so hot it was scary
It was trimmed perfect nothin’ hairy
All the way to my balls dick buried

Sherry fucked nice but the head was shot
She hooked me up with a pro named Dottie
Who had a hog’s face and a penguin’s body
But she made me cum quicker than a Mozzarotti

I met an ice skater named Annie
Her neden taste sweeter than candy
Her flexibility came in handy
We both loved to 69 something dandy

I fucked hotties all across America
But never met a bitch like Erica
She looked so fine people stared at her
At the mall we did a butt naked caricature
She was a beauty queen
But loved to cause a scene
At only eighteen she was hellified mean
I finally told her fuck off and left her on the scene
I later seen her getting peed on in a magazine

I bumped into this freak named Trisha
She was part of the Michigan Militia
She would always plot for something to explode
But all she ever got was me and my load uh

I met a lunatic named Jacky
Every time she got horny she would slap me
Something about causin’ pain made her happy
She said soft love makin’ was sappy
So I got with it and choked the slut
Headbutted her face and punched her in the gut
Soon flexed a hoe and then stretched her more
She screamed butt naked and bolted out the door

Gale, and April too big fans
Always flashing titties way up in the stands
What you tryna do, boo? Let’s make plans
My dick and balls package is in your hands

Lindsay Girl from Syracuse
I’m diggin’ everything in your pair of shoes
I’m fallin’ so hard I need a parachute
I got you a banana and a pair of fruit

I met this girl her name was Tess
In only ten minutes she was out of her dress
She was on drugs and her hair was a mess
But the way she caressed my meat was the best
With such finesse and not a damn thing less
She even let it rest between her chest breast
And right before it bust up in her love nest
She kissed it with zest, and passed the big test

I met an old lady named Ulga Feed
Her pussy smelled like a bowl of pulperie
She knitted me a quilt and we sipped tea
But she only wanted dick hole from me

There’s another freak named Sally May
I met her ass sleepin’ in an alleyway
She was a bum but that was just fine
‘Cause underneath her rag coat, the bitch was a dime

Basketball player named two-tall Lynn
She was a skinny string bean, six foot ten
I slam dunked her neden and shattered the rim
My boys laughed but it really didn’t matter to them
To get topped off, I had to climb a ladder
Things went south though when she got fatter
Her knees went bad and then she got sadder
She moved to Belize and told me to scatter

I knew a dick sucker named Vacuum Betty
She would blow your dick even when you ain’t ready
As soon as you called before you hang up the phone
Your dick is in her mouth and she’s blowin’ your bone

Cherry, Cherry, strawberry shake
How many licks of a tongue does it take
Before my candy cane starts to break
But I love the way, make no mistake

I once met a bitch from London, France
Her name was Minnie and she loved to dance
I was so geeked I cum in my pants
But she was always good to give another chance

Freak named Shannon, such a sinner
She smokes that pipe and she’s gettin’ thinner
Shannon is cool but her mind is gone
One fat bot and it’s goin’ on

The Bella twins, Brie and the other
Hit it so hard, tryna make them a mother
They both freaked me down including each other
And then fight about which one is my lover

I once knew a hottie named Velvet Sky
She was with my homie but I had to try
She freaked me down so hard I started to cry
She never called back and I don’t know why

Leanne from Pakistan
She never had a problem when I pack it in
She snackin’ on my nutsack, cackling
Nutted in her ass crack and I’ll be back again

I met a movie star named BD
Like the paparazzi, I was waitin’
She came out the party, I stepped with game
A half an hour later she was screamin’ my name
As I put it to her, my dick was goin’ through her
I blew her neden out deeper than a sewer
She rode on me, we blow’d on tree
She begged me to stay but I rolled on free

There’s another girl, her name was Julie
Eighty-five percent of this bitch was booty
To wax every square inch that’s my duty
It don’t matter but thankfully she a cutie

Hot butt named Jo-Jo
Up and down my knob like a yo-yo
Faster and faster like go, hoe
‘Til my nut came shooting like ohhh, oh

Look at this bitch from Monani
In a hot pink thong named Randy
Fuckin’ on the beach pussy got sandy
I took the pass option went and got Mandy

Mandy was young, that I could tell
Met her workin’ drive thru at Taco Bell
First time she blew me uh not so well
But this last time baby was hot as Hell

There’s a fat hottie named Pamalo
I was mad attracted to her Camel Toe
She was so slammin’ she had to know
Climbed on top of her belly and I jammed it slow

I knew a red-headed hottie named Harriot
We was at the penthouse in a Marriott
She had a flaming hot red hairy spot
But I cooled it off good with my Cherry Pop

NYC, Ecstasy
She bought me a drink and sat next to me
She pulled my dick out my pant leg sexually
She was a call girl, for me though, the sex was free
Matter of fact, she writes checks to me
When we ain’t fuckin’ she’s textin’ me
She’s on my dick hard it never gets to me
I just give her this pipe, the best of me

I met a hooker, her name was Meg
She had a fat ass but was missing a leg
I wanted to hit, but I refused to beg
Her neden was bum, smelled like a fried egg

There’s another queen, her name’s Darlene
Her nipples were sweeter than a jelly bean
She looked so stacked in her painted on jeans
I called her a goddess like Charlie Sheen

Freak one night with a chick named Roe
She kept her cell phone in her camel toe
Somebody blew it out before me though
When I was up in it I didn’t even know

Neden tatted, pierced and shaved
I met a punk rocker said her name was Jay
She said a golden shower is how she played
Her pee sprayed out like lemonade
Fuck that I just won’t get laid
If that’s what you teachin’ I flunk that grade
I ain’t havin’ that even if you paid
I blew her mouth out like a hand grenade

I met this honey, her name was Bunny
She was from Brooklyn and she called me Dunny
She blew my dick like its nose was runny
The ass was worth it’s weight in money

Freaky D worked at Pizza Hut
A freaky slut ’cause she eats your butt
I seen her digits carved into a stall
She came right over and gargled my balls

I bumped into this girl her name was Rosalita
We hit the hotel and had it goin’ on
Holiday inn until the break of dawn
When I took baby home I freaked her mom

Late night sex with Lexy
My dick grew harder than a can of Pepsi
When the bitch nutted it was like epilepsy
I knocked her boots back home to Poughkeepsie

I met a fine flower, her name was Laburn
I hit it for an hour my dick was stern
With nothin’ but power, my engine turned
Then it got sour, dried up and burned

I met a giddy broad named big Joelle
She loved suckin’ dick, hoe, quick as hell
She love it when my dick grow thick and swell
But then it shoot, spit turn weak and frail

I met an angel named sweetie Marie
Her neden hole taste like key lime pie
Up and down, all around, suckin’ me dry
My sweet butterfly got nut in her eye

Miss-No-Name California hottie
Asked me to sun-tan lotion her body
Is she playing? She must be kiddin’
I slipped my finger up into her neden
At first, she resisted, and then she insisted
Finally pulled my hand out and kissed it
Took me to her hotel, few words said
Stranger lovin’, we broke the bed

Meth head Beth took her on a date
She was eighteen goin’ on fifty-eight
I couldn’t hit it though, I did debate
But her mugly face was just too great

Plus size model named Carol
Her belly was bigger than a barrel
She would throw me around like a rag doll
She goes out with some other fag now

I met another girl, her name was Bloom
Some poor sucker would be her groom
I put my foot in her neden and it still had room
Her shit was so blew-out we call her kaboom

There’s a fine hoe named Coconut
She’ll make you mad enough to choke the slut
She humps so rough she broke your nut
Then she’ll make it up to ya, let you poke her butt

Sexy freak, her name was Fox
That chick in high school everybody jocks
Now she’s lettin’ me bang her box
I couldn’t find a rubber, I used my socks

There’s a find thing named Morgan
A Gothic freak who plays the organ
Black fingernails, black clothes, black hair
But up under there, hot pink thong-wear uh

Met Lynn at the water park
Off the diving board, I heard her fart
Her cheeks turned red I said worry not
I was more concerned with that furry spot

There’s another girl, her name was Rita
Baby thought I might mistreat her and beat her
I told her like this: she can suck my Peter
Or either go home, ’cause I knew I didn’t need her

Three weeks ago, I met this freak
She followed me around like Mary Sheep
I hid around the corner, and when she came
I grabbed her by the arm and I asked her name
She said her name was Nora
I could see her aura
Her Neden was a forest and my dick was an explorer
I truly did adore her
I could not ignore her
Kept a pair of her soiled panties hidden in my drawer

I met a little squirrel named Sandy Cheeks
I chased that neden round town for weeks
Her nipples were crooked and her booty hole leaks
But that be the ‘haps fuckin’ with sewer freaks

I once met a nurse said her name was Peach
Her face was hit, looked a lot like Screech
Her body was the hottest on the Florida beach
Her titties were so fine I spent an hour on each

Look who it is, Vivian
The baddest dick rider in Michigan
As soon as you nut you wanna hit again
And she’ll work your stick into oblivion

Oh my god, here comes Heidi
In her yellow panties, see through nighty
She’ll make your limp dick strong and mighty
But her voice sounds like MC Shy D

I got a phone call from Jasmine
She was a porn star but a hasbeen
She was a no tan pasty white chalky hoe
Livin’ in Mexico doing a donkey show

Aloha, Lola from Oahu
I thought I didn’t but I got to
She had a thick bush, but I shot through
She claims I ate it but it’s not true

I had a stalker named Maddy
A short stout plump little fatty
She parks outside in her caddy
And wants my physique like badly
I bring home hoes, and she runs ’em off
And dresses like a palm tree when I play golf
I finally decided I would stuff that muff
One good plow and she had enough

I met this cougar named Alicia Burn
She was well equipped to unleash your sperm
She fucked so tough she would tweak your perm
Drop to her knees and freak your worm

Sugar delight
Friday night
It’s goin’ down
Wicked clown

Two days ago, I met this gal
She bought fake titties at a rummage sale
One of them was flat, and that was stale
But she offered some tail, I think I shall

Holla’d at this girl folks called her Peg
Body was shaped kinda like a egg
I was ten pumps in, of course from behind
Snapped the rubber off and busted on her spine

Met another dame named Ricky Jones
I love the way she screams her freaky moans
Ass like a Clydesdale this bitch owns
I would bust my nut and feel it in my bones

Big broad bitch named Baby Bard
As everywhere, packed full of lard
Titties tatted up with Joker Cards
After I’d nut my dick stayed hard

Met an Amish girl named Mary-Anne
She liked my meat, no vegetarian
Home-made wine we drank Cherry-Anne
We fucked like hogs, it was scary man

Heat sweat, hot and sticky
Met this thing named Tricky Vicky
She loved to play a game called lick the dicky
On top of my mushroom tip a hickey

Ricky Lake, talk show host
At one time she was known coast-to-coast
We drank all night to my dick we toast
Brag I will and I’m quick to boast
She liked it when I licked the most
Took her out to eat, we ate pig roast
That’s her tongue on the tip of my post
I killed that neden, now it’s a ghost

Ninth grade teacher, Ms. Malane
I met her years later after I got paid
She took me home, overnight I stayed
We fucked all night as the Beach Boys played

I like big asses, big as the moon
I met big mama named Giant June
She had more ass than her panties had room
I laid underneath and she loomed with doom
She sat on my dick and the bed went boom
My scrotum popped as you might assume
Too much weight, bendin’ my broom
I’m buried in ass, or is it my tomb?

Fine ass prom queen Jillian
Her neden was worth a million
I killed that pussy and I kill it again
She loved my little buddy Gilligan

Last name Kim, first name Gale
She could make my dick grow hard as a nail
I won’t tell a lie though the sex was stale
‘Til I corked that booty, the holy grail
I delivered my dick like urgent mail
Her neden was open like a garbage pale
She wanted to cum, I refused to fail
Hit it hard from behind like we was in jail

Brothel window in the front of her home
Met a fine hottie named Moanin’ Joan
Her lips were injected with silicone
But way too much and it’s killin’ my bone

I like fake titties but prefer the real
Skin tight clothes, mini skirts and heals
Wild Wanda with flirt appeal
She jacks my wang ’til it squirts her meal

Pop star Rihanna and Katy Perry
Both hoes look good enough to marry
Lady Gaga looks more like Larry
I heard she has nuts, big and hairy

Kinky freaks Nessa and Nan
They want whips and chains and S&M
They don’t even want you kissin’ them
But I make love and don’t mess with them
I like to hump, and hug and stroke
I ain’t out here tryna to get choked
See me if you want them neden’s poked
And I like havin’ my penis smoked

Five months ago, I met this dame
I have to admit I never asked her name
She took it in her mouth, all the same
Her pig tails spun every time I came

I met a vixen named Dorothy Zoe
Back in the day, she was a dorky hoe
Her booty got bigger and bigger some mo’
And now that ass drags on the flo’

I once knew a freak named Jessa Jan
She was much hotter than the rest of them
I bust everywhere on her chest and chin
It didn’t take long to have sex again

Debra Dunne from Dublin
She loves the fact I’m scrubbin’
She sick of the stud she was rubbin’ on
Now it’s my snack she’s grubbin’ on

Hanky Panky Hillary
Sex so rough she’s killin’ me
I begged and pleaded, slow your role
She’s dominatrix, with total control

Wicked, mean ass Kari Ann
I see you on TV, screamin’ again
On celebrity rehab, you was a bitch
But I love the way you make your booty switch
Sex addiction, let’s overdose
And fuck each other ’til we comatose
Carry Anne let’s ditch this peanut stand
And do what me and my dick have planned

Victoria Justice, much too young
But I can’t tell my meat that ’cause it’s sprung
Nickelodeon girl, come get some
You finna get slimed, this time it’s cum
Chris Hansen tried to shut me down
But she was eighteen ’cause I checked around
Call me sick, I’m a wicked clown
Old ass pervert, five-hundred pounds, bitch

I’m sick like syphilis
But I was just right for this chick Phyllis
She was suicidal, once slit her wrists
She’s like a time bomb, don’t get her pissed

Don’t look now, her comes Lulu
Like Phyllis, she too was coo-coo
She made a doll of me cursed with voodoo
Don’t laugh fool ’cause she’ll do you too
Her pussy tastes better than granny’s stew
It was a mouthful like Big League Chew
Her mouth was full when she did me too
She swallow and never liked to spit free goo

Muscle-bound bitch, huge biceps
She jacked my meat off, several reps
When it came to the sex, I’d better last
Cum too quick and she would kick my ass

Betsy Bets, a straight up mess
Award winning nipples but saggy breasts
Spread that neden out smooth like butter
When I said “bend over,” I did not stutter

Serenis, Serenis, she’ll clean out your penis
Bitch gave brains like a certified genius
She’ll tear that dick up one of the meanest
If you’re talkin’ booty-hole she’s got the cleanest

I fucked Jolene eight times a day
Like Burger King you can have it your way
If you’re up in her guts you might get lost
Swim through the skins and neden sauce

Late night, bump that bass
I hump on pace in and out of her face
5:00 AM, dick like cement
We never knew each other’s name, we was both bent

There was a doggy, humpin’ my leg
Its owner got jealous, her name was Peg
She kicked it in the ass and checked it quick
She barked like a dog as I inject this dick

This bitch named Bubbles, fresh out on parole
I’m in my squad car on pussy patrol
I got the handcuffs and put her under arrest
And sentenced my skeet all over her breast

Call me the Sultan with the harem of hoes
Nine are fine and one’s head I s’pose
Ten are in my bed, we don’t need clothes
I’m smothered in pussy holes down to my toes
The more the merrier, it’s how I rolls
Add a bitch, another few inches it grows
I picked most these hoes up rockin’ shows
Brag about it on Twitter, that’s how it goes

Met a heavy chick built like a pumpkin
She loved foreplay and a lot of dry humpin’
The only bone was scabs on my meat
Bitch never even got naked, weak

Titty bar, thunder and rain
I spring hoes from Alison to Zane
And every damn last bitch in between
Led ’em back to my house with a trail of cocaine

I met a fine thang waitress at Denny’s
She said come to a party at her girl Jenny’s
I asked about puss, she said I could have plenty
Said I’ll call you later and tipped her four pennies

Gettin’ topped off down 75
High on meth, she was all the way live
Slam into a wall, I barely survived
She finished my nut off before she died

Circus broad that swallowed swords
Head-butted bricks and kicked through boards
The head was incredible, and I was fluttered
I clenched my butt cheeks as I nutted

Darlin’ Dureaky, I met her at a pub
She was my partner in the mile high club
We threesome’d with her sister in my hot tub
I ate they pussies like a plate of hot grub

Redneck Beau from Mississippi
Her teeth looked like she brushed with Jiffy
Her face was hit, bust my nut in a spiffy
She begged me to eat it but that was too iffy
Her Grandpa Ken came bustin’ in
So much beard, the sun missed his chin
Out the window, he’s shootin’ but
A hottie drivin’ by straight scooped me up

I met this girl, her name was Jenna
My dick stood straight up like an antenna
She had a box, I was dyin’ to enter
But she gave head like a sad beginner

There’s another freak named Sonya Soy
She had fine lumps like an Almond Joy
She liked erotica, lotions and toys
I couldn’t satisfy her, took all my boys

There’s a girl I wanna bring up again
Brenda Song with my nut on her chin
I give up, she’ll never let me hit
Unless she falls off on meth and shit
Then I’ll have a chance peelin’ off her pants
Penis to the pussy I slowly advance
Together we in bed, she lean in to give me head
But first I eat the pussy like a Thanksgiving spread

I once knew a hottie named Cocomo
She could turn my dick into a totem pole
She cupped my balls and blowed ’em slow
I eat nedens but prefer to poke ’em though

Hot ass head turner named Pauline
She was nothin’ friendly, this bitch is all mean
She could break your dick off and leave you crawling
Don’t think I’m in love yet, but I’m falling

Fine ass chick, her name: Billy
Big fake titties like Jennifer Tilly
Her neden hole queefed and I thought it was silly
But it felt nice, vibrated my willy

Sue, I wanna be pals with you
Sexy hair dresser out of Malibu
She has a couple of sisters I’ma nail ’em too
Keep suckin’, ho, I’ll be sailin’ goo

Lacy Lace, let’s leave this place
Back to the Tally hop on my face
Pretty ass taco, how’s about a taste?
She teased me with it, wild goose chase
She got me goin’ looney mental case
Big ass titties and a skinny waist
Stroke that shit just keep the pace
It sprays like mace, my sticky paste

One fine dime, her name was Kenna
Her booty had a tattoo “Do not enter”
She said whip it out, I said I’m finna
Run up in her like Joe Bruce Jenner

Centerfold named Gigi
Titties pointed out like tipis
I bust my load and have weak knees
Her nipples harder than BBs

I met a stanky thang named Natalie
She wondered if my dick was fat like me
The only way to find out: straddle me
Sent a bitch back home happily

Met a fine hottie, they called her Kat
She made my dick harder than a baseball bat
On the tip of my cap is where she sat
She spun around thrice and my dick went splat

Fine chick, white hot Becca Lynn
Sexy ass nedens I’m wreckin’ them
Big bangin’ ass I’m checkin’ that
Bust my nut in seconds flat

Don’t look now, I’m the pussy inspector
And this right here is my skeet injector
I eat hoes like Hannibal Lecter
I’m a porn star actor and director

Groupie Rachel
She was excited, okay, chill
We goin’ on a date so take your pill
Make no mistake, your neden’s gettin’ filled

Don’t be late, come get the real
The sex is great and it’s a thrill
Don’t hesitate, hop on the dill
‘Til the bed break and bet it will

Skeet, skeet, sweet Beverley
She could make you skeet so cleverly
She could make you skeet so heavenly
Covered in skeet, and she’s seventy

That was gross, but so is Lois
We’d hit it in the ass, and then she’d blow us
Always on time, she would never ho us
She had crooked titties and loved to show us

School bus driver named Miss Manoe
Her neden hole looked like a big canoe
Her titties looked like piles of puddin’ goo
I still hit it though, wouldn’t you?

Ooh, ooh, I’m nuttin’ again
Thinkin’ about my home girl Lenn
She was hellafied, a perfect ten
Carmel, buttery sulky skin
What I gotta do to get back in?
Wet like a mermaid without the fin
I been jackin’ off, tryna pretend
Showed up at her house and left with a grin

Here we go
Juggalos
You and all your pals
Wackin’ up freaky tales

Two months ago, I met Blossom
She comes around at night like a possum
She’s lookin’ for skeet bombs, baby I gots ’em
On top of that my dick work is awesome

There’s another broad, her name was Keisha
Everything on her was her best feature
I was the pupil and she was my teacher
She could be far and my dick will still reach her

Right on my face, baby I’ll seat ya
Don’t need a fork or a spoon to eat ya
Ninjas wanna fuck you as soon as they meet ya
I’ma tear that ass up like some kind of creature

Thick, hot, pretty ass Peg
Skeet on tap like I’m packin’ a keg
She has a gay brother, his name was Greg
Fuckin’ in the dark, someone’s touchin’ my leg
Cut the fuckin’ lights on, he was gone
I hope it was the cat and that I was wrong
Either fuckin’ way, I lost my bone
Put my fuckin’ pants on I’m goin’ home

Met a stripper chick named Megan
Forty-five year old, titty-saggin’
On top of that, baby was raggin’
Even so, there I was still taggin’

Met a super hottie named Crystal Lash
She was known to pull her pistol fast
Paid young honey well equipped with cash
But still super freaky, she would lick your ass

Monica, an erotic hoe
Met her at the bar at the Bellagio
I thought she was an escort, but what do I know?
She was just a horny hottie, though

There’s another chick, Gloria
The head was pure euphoria
The pussy-hole was heaven sent
So tight my dick’s forever bent

It’s evident, she’s one of the best
But nothin’ like sweet Evanese
I wiped my dick off on her dress
And left my skeet spewed on her chest

We fucked all night and never rest
Straight hump and butt fuck never kiss
She even brought a special guest
For the three-way salad tossin’ fest

Scary Jerry, a funny broad
If you seen her give head, you would applaud
The way she bobs her neck is odd
She’ll get the job done ’cause she’s no fraud

Freaky little bombshell named Rochell
Red hair, big titties, southern bell
With big buck teeth and two pigtails
We partied I drank and she did rails

Gangsta bitch, three time felon
Ass like two fat watermelons
I peeped that shit and my dick start swellin’
Now I’m up in that pussy dwellin’

Hangin’, loiterin’, holdin’ it steady
Like I do with burlesque Betty
She told me call her when I’m ready
She blow my wad like pop confetti

I called and called and blew her up
That night she let me do her butt
I screamed with joy as I spew my nut
And shot my goo all on the slut

What, what? Here we go
Met an English girl named Cheerio
Only two teeth, she was a scary hoe
Most of her titties were areola

La, from the carnival bar
She sucked dicks and turned tricks out of her car
She sang ‘fore you bust, played a lot of guitar
Last I heard she moved to Guadalajara

Raw Rhonda, Rhonda, foreign small built like a Honda
She had home girls, Andra and Sandra
Triple teen dream lovin’ here to Rowanda

And I kinda wanna fuck her
Talk about Delorious midnight trucker
She licks my wang like a blowpop sucker
But then she got preggers and now I dump her

Kerplunk, my dick just sunk
Right up in her trunk of funk
I bang out her badonkadonk
I dumped my junk and then it shrunk

I woke up to the sound of a couple bitchin
He yelled, “go home,” she yelled, “good riddance!”
I yelled through the window of my kitchen
“Hey baby-boo, what your name is?” Gretchen
Fuck that lame fool, come inside
No need to walk, I’ll give you a ride
I hit it all night as her boyfriend cried
I woke up to the aroma as breakfast fried

I once knew a chick named Sophia
A hottie out of Ethiopia
She asked what I’m doin’ I’m gropin’ ya
Are we gonna fuck? Well I’m hopin’ to

I knew a young sweetie named Bobbit
She was much shorter than a hobbit
Her neden hole I liked to mug and rob it
My mouth dick and fingers we mob it

There’s another freak, her name was Fran
Skeet in her pussy that was my plan
I wanna bang it out as hard as I can
Her neden’s so hot it gave my dick a tan

I knew a big woman named Ulga
She was like a bowl but I rolled her
I wasn’t scared of her and I told her
Until I caught a wiff of that polder

I knew an inked up girl named Tatty Tats
One of them broads with thirty cats
She was against all Jimmy hats
But saved the cigars and those congrats
I pulled out and coulda dumped on her waist
But chose instead to aim for that face
You crazy bitch, get you a taste
She tattooed where my skeet was placed

There’s another dame, her name was Sean
I jammed it in the ass ’til the break of dawn
In the bedroom, back yard and front lawn
I attacked that booty like Ghangis Khan

Hotel, no sell
We don’t need a room just the Isle of Belle
We scared the deers, she was wild as hell

I get thank you letters, a pile of mail

Late night sex with Abatha
She fucks you like she’s mad at ya
She’ll brutalize and ravage ya
Ooh yeah, like Randy Savage y’all

Will I fuck Helen? There’s no tellin’
As soon as she calls my dick starts swellin’
I walked to her house thank god I’m Gellin’
Bad knews she ain’t with dudes like Ellen

Veronica, Veronica
I blew on her neden harmonica
We fucked for seven days straight, our own Hanukkah
She could flex her neden bionica

I met a Texas hooker, her name was Alice
She claimed she fucked two thirds of Dallas
Her pussy was a used up big ass callous
I won’t lie, hittin’ that shit was the stalest

I had an old Girlfriend, her name was Tish
Her booty was flawless, perfectionist
She could blow your nut off with just a kiss
Man oh man, that bitch I miss
People find her, I tracked her down
Her new boyfriend smacked her around
I cracked his crown out of town that night
The old bed squeeked nuts on her itch slap sound

Late night humpin’, body parts thumpin’
Met this hottie said her name was somethin’
She was freaky, shaved clean and neatly
Pristine and squeaky, she eats me weekly

Late night creepin’ with Melanie
She screamed big J keep nailin’ me
The dirty talk baby was tellin’ me
Straight up oughta be a felony

Laona, Laona, straight out of Daytona
It’s her pussy but I’m the owner
Fireworks in the sky every time I bone her
We lay on the beach and sip Coronas

There’s another freak, her name was Lauren
Her pussy came so hard it was pourin’
I knocked that ass out ’til the mornin’
When I left her neden hole was still snorin’

Thick ass thighs, strong ass tummy
I met a pro dancer, stage name Yummy
She had false teeth and gave me a gummy
I seen her act and the shit was crummy

I met a fine ass chick named Shya
Her pussy was burnin’ set my beard on fire
I ate that biscuit ’til my tongue grew tired
She was a call girl and my time expired

Look at this butterfly, so damn fine
Her ass was immaculate, her name’s Divine
I met her in a church confession line
I pulled her panties to the side and stabbed it from behind

Hot mama, middle aged queen named Joyce
We fucked in her plushed out pink Rolls Royce
She had an old dried up whiskey voice
Her manicured pussy was always first choice

I once knew a freak named Joanne
She would give the neden up for no man
I fought for it harder than Hulk Hogan
I begged let me hit it, and she said I sure can

Sexy hot and racy
I met this chick named JC
She blew me from that back, she’s crazy
But so acrobatic and amazing
She hung by her feet from the chandalier
And stuck her face up in my rear
What the fuck is she doin’ now?
We screwin’, bang pow boom and plow

Renae, Renae, this hoe don’t play
I wanna make love until we float away
Take a short break, maybe smoke a jay
And then we can stroke, poke and play

I met a super freak named Caroline
Her neden had me hooked like heroin
Through her pussy, my dick came barrelin’
I want every hoe in this world we in

So there I am, Tokyo, Japan
Met a geisha girl named Gina Chan
She cleaned my dick, like spick and span
She cooked me steak and served me clam

I knew a big broad named Becky
If she falls on me she’ll wreck me
She fell on my dick directly
And worked her weight correctly
All that side straight pressure rise
To that hot spot between her thighs
I bust my load and rolled back my eyes
Big Becky cool like one of the guys

I met a rich bitch, her name was Blair
She was a West Palm beach millionaire
Fuck the money though, I didn’t care
I wanted that ass and up in there
She was clean, douched and prepped
I was sprung and she had me pimped
I was her boy toy, full of joy
I thought she loved me ’til she called me Roy

There’s another chick named Victory
She had this thing with lickin’ me
Includin’ my ass, which was sick to me
I tried hers and it taste like Hickory

I met a cowgirl, said her name was Ruth
She could whistle for a horse with her big ass tooth
This bitch stunk if you want the truth
Even so I knocked her boots all the way to Duluth

Holy fuck, pull over the car
Street walkin’ beauty like a shining star
She was perfect, from behind so far
When she turned around she looked like GWAR

Met this hottie named Neeka
Ass like alpha ann seeka
Couldn’t tell but I think she was a tweeka
When we fucked she was louder than a speaka

I met a young hottie at seven eleven
She asked for a favor, said her name was Heaven
Would I buy her a case of Bud
And if I do we’d make some love
She was nineteen and I was old
Her neden was warm and my dick was cold
I bought that brew like I was told
And spent some time up in her folds

I met this bitch named Cherry Puss
We both loved smokin’ strawberry Kush
We got so high in her mama’s basement
In between her legs is where my face went

The Hatchet Boyz, kings of the mat
Wrestled one night and I met this rat
Named Fiona, her belly was fat
But her titties weren’t all that pancake flat

There’s a girl named Zora at the party store
She makes no secret she’s a dirty whore
We fucked in the cooler, my ass was cold
‘Cause I laid on the floor as my dick she rode

Three sister, Lola, Lea and Lana
Two was nineteen the other older than Madonna
All fine as hell, fuck ’em all I wanna
Threw my dick in their faces like a Hurricanrana

Mike E. Clark, Legz Diamond too
They can vouch, these rhymes are true
All my homies have heard us brag
They know about the hoes we tag

Our young homie Clay heard us rap
And said he had way more freaks than that
We told ’em like this, they might be freakin’
But boy you never had ICP treatment

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eminem-godzilla

 

I can swallow a bottle of alcohol and I’ll feel like Godzilla
Better hit the deck like the card dealer
My whole squad’s in here, walking around the party
A cross between a zombie apocalypse and big Bobby “The
Brain” Heenan which is probably the
Same reason I wrestle with mania
Shady’s in this bitch, I’m posse’d up
Consider it to cross me a costly mistake
If they sleepin’ on me, the hoes better get insomnia
Adhd, Hydroxycut
Pass the Courvoisi’ (ayy, ayy)
In AA with an AK, melee, finna set it like a playdate
Better vacate, retreat like a vacay, mayday (ayy)
This beat is cray-cray, Ray J, H-A-H-A-H-A
Laughing all the way to the bank, I spray flames
They cannot tame or placate the
Monster (ayy)
You get in my way, I’ma feed you to the monster (yeah)
I’m normal during the day, but at night, turn to a monster (yeah)
When the moon shines like Ice Road Truckers
I look like a villain outta those blockbusters
Godzilla, fire spitter, monster
Blood on the dance floor, and on the Louis V carpet
Fire, Godzilla, fire, monster
Blood on the dance floor, and on the Louis V carpet
I’m just a product of Slick Rick and Onyx, told ’em, “Lick the balls”
Had ’em just appalled at so many things that pissed ’em off
It’s impossible to list ’em all
And in the midst of all this
I’m in a mental hospital with a crystal ball
Tryna see, will I still be like this tomorrow?
Risperdal, voices whisper
My fist is balled back up against the wall, pencil drawn
This is just the song to go ballistic on
You just pulled a pistol on the guy with the missile launcher
I’m just a Loch Ness, the mythological
Quick to tell a bitch screw off like a fifth of Vodka
When you twist the top of the bottle, I’m a
Monster (ayy)
You get in my way, I’ma feed you to the monster (yeah)
I’m normal during the day, but at night, turn to a monster (yeah)
When the moon shines like Ice Road Truckers
I look like a villain outta those blockbusters
Godzilla, fire spitter, monster
Blood on the dance floor, and on the Louis V carpet
Fire, Godzilla, fire, monster
Blood on the dance floor, and on the Louis V carpet
If you never gave a damn, raise your hand
‘Cause I’m about to set trip, vacation plans
I’m on point like my index is, so all you will ever get is
The motherfuckin’ finger (finger), prostate exam (‘xam)
How can I have all these fans and perspire?
Like a liar’s pants, I’m on fire
And I got no plans to retire and I’m still the man you admire
These chicks are spazzin’ out, I only get more handsome and flier
I got ’em passin’ out like what you do when you hand someone flyers
And what goes around comes around just like the blades on a chainsaw
‘Cause I caught the flap of my dollar stack right off the bat like a baseball
Like Kid Ink, bitch, I got them racks with so much ease that they call me Diddy
‘Cause I make bands and I call getting cheese a cakewalk (cheesecake) yeah
Bitch, I’m a player, I’m too motherfuckin’ stingy for Cher
Won’t even lend you an ear, ain’t even pretending to care
But I tell a bitch I’ll marry her if she’ll bury her
Face on my genital area, the original Richard Ramirez
Christian Rivera, ’cause my lyrics never sit well
So they wanna give me the chair
Like a paraplegic, and it’s scary, call it Harry Caray
‘Cause every Tom and Dick and Harry carry a Merriam motherfuckin’ dictionary
On ’em swearing up and down, they can’t spit, this shit’s hilarious
It’s time to put these bitches in the obituary column
We wouldn’t see eye to eye with a staring problem
Get the shaft like a steering column (monster)
Trigger happy, pack heat, but it’s black ink
Evil half of the Bad Meets Evil
That means take a back seat
Take it back to Fat Petes with a maxi, single
Look at my rap sheet, what attracts these people
Is my gangster, bitch, like Apache with a catchy jingle
I stack chips, you barely got a half-eaten Cheeto
Fill ’em with the venom and eliminate ’em
Other words, I Minute Maid ’em
I don’t wanna hurt ’em, but I did ’em in a fit of rage
I’m murderin’ again, nobody will evade him
Finna kill ’em and dump all the fuckin’ bodies in the lake
Obliterating everything, incinerate and renegade ’em
And I make anybody who want it with the pen afraid
But don’t nobody want it, but they’re gonna get it anyway
‘Cause I’m beginnin’ to feel like I’m mentally ill
I’m Atilla, kill or be killed, I’m a killer bee, the vanilla gorilla
You’re bringin’ the killer within me out of me
You don’t want to be the enemy of the demon who went in me
Or being the recievin’ end of me, what stupidity it’d be
Every bit of me is the epitome of a spitter
When I’m in the vicinity, motherfucker, you better duck
Or you finna be dead the minute you run into me
A hunnid percent of you is a fifth of a percent of me
I’m ’bout to fuckin’ finish you bitch, I’m unfadable
You wanna battle, I’m available, I’m blowin’ up like an inflatable
I’m undebatable, I’m unavoidable, I’m unevadable
I’m on the toilet bowl, I got a trailer full of money and I’m paid in full
I’m not afraid to pull the
Man, stop
Look what I’m plannin’, haha

September 3, 2023
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royce da 5’9″-look at this

rest in piece to all the rydas

[Intro]
Rest in peace to my nigga Sean Price
Shout out to the whole Duck Down staff
The world’s most dangerous Justice League
Check it

[Verse 1]
We gon’ call this here Uncle Joe
RIP to the realest, he taught me all that I know
Basketball was my passion, I guess my call is my flow
He told me follow that motherfucker ’cause ya’ll gon’ explode
You got that white boy beside you, that boy crazy as hell
He slapped a couple people debating ’bout Shady in jail
And if I was to ask him about all thеse rappers today
This is down to a T what I think what he еxactly would say
He’d say

[Pre-Chorus]
Look at this shit
Man look at this shit
These niggas out here lookin’ shook as a bitch
Look at this shit
Would you look at this shit
Out in these streets actin’ like pussies and shit
Uncle Joe

Rest in peace to all the riders (Riders)
Rest in peace to all the riders (Riders)
Rest in peace to all the riders (Riders, hah)
Rest in peace to all the riders (Riders, okay)

[Verse 2]
I’m convinced that these niggas know there’s no way they concedin’
I don’t play or believe what they portray on they TV
We’re talking ruthless, we’re talking Cube, Dre or Eazy
We talking hooping’ this Jordan, Isaiah or PeeWee?
We talking boxing, we talking sweetly
Hoes know they get brought to the house if they talking freaky
Fuck these new movies, I got Scarface on repeat
Last Dragon and Menace
Fuck what y’all saying, that’s classic
You’s a G or a general, we gon’ need your lieutenant
I don’t need no new friends unless they reveal their intentions
You the plug that I need to meet ya and see your antennas
God damn that Rodney King beating was relentless

[Pre-Chorus]
Man look at this shit
Man look at this shit
Police be out here acting crooked as shit
Look at this shit
Would you look at this shit
They out here giving niggas whoopings and shit
Then he said

[Chorus]
Rest in peace to all the riders (Riders)
Rest in peace to all the riders (Riders)
Rest in peace to all the riders (Riders, hah)
Rest in peace to all the riders (Riders, okay)

[Refrain]
He said
I live by the gun
Die by the gun (he said)
That’s the only way I got it done (then he said)
These niggas never shot out a gun (he said)
We gotta lie by the son? (Uncle Joe)

[Verse 3]
Common sense will tell ya they on you, they feel ya
It don’t mean you gon’ be here long if your song is a hit
It just mean if they listening to you, fuck it, long as they hear ya
That Patrón ether is gon’ either make you stronger or kill ya
And I’m still here performing for millions
Call me brilliant, call me Brazilian, whatever you want
Just know I ain’t stopping until I got the game in my side pocket
And nah I don’t mean billiards
I just hope Eminem know how I’m feeling
Because working with him is certainly an honor and privilege
First he got me my deal and then my label just dropped me
I believed I was tonic
Shady came back and signed me
Then we came back with Lighters
Time to pay back the piper (alright)
Pay back the piper, pay back the piper
Bad bitches acting different, yeah, they acting nicer
Like I’m the Mack of the century
I’d give it all up for one more phone call from that penitentiary (nephew)

 
[Pre-Chorus]
Look at this shit
Man, look at this shit
These niggas out here looking shook as a bitch
Look at this shit
Would you look at this shit
Out in these streets acting like pussies and shit
(Then he’s like)

[Chorus]
Rest in peace to all the riders (riders)
Rest in peace to all the riders (riders)
Rest in peace to all the riders (riders)
Rest in peace to all the riders (riders)

[Outro]
I live by the gun
I die by the gun
That’s the only way that I got it done
These niggas never shot out a gun
We gotta lie by the son
Rest in peace to all the riders (riders)
Rest in peace to all the riders
Rest in peace to all the riders (family)
Rest in peace to all the riders

September 3, 2023
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ranna royce x kxng crooked-wordlplay

 

[Intro]
Come wander with me, love
Come wander with me

[Verse 1: RANNA ROYCE]
I be soundin’ like Siri cause I’m a serious serial serotonin
Sippin’ a bowl of cereal
I’m lucky like a leprechaun with the lucky charms
In the echelon of the amazon in Babylon
‘Til the break of dawn since the Ramadan
Puns don’t stop but I’ll trap you in a octagon
So I ramble on like a marathon
Eight side rhymes and you yeah like Lil Jon
I pick apart each syllable
Stick my heart in a syllabus
I make that shit lyrical
I’m a lyricist, born to this
Wanna play scrabble, kick yo ass
Should I just scramble? Hell fuck yeah
‘Less you wanna be scrambled eggs, cause I’ma go ham
You’ll be toast and I’m OJ juiced with his hand
The glove was planned, now that’s a freehand
Kill a broad with a band, it spread like broadband
Wit stamped in my verse so you can’t withstand
So you damped in my words and drown in quicksand
You can be subject to be the subject
Of my poetic, no justice type of predicate
I’m like 2Pac, got my own pen
Fuck the world and fuck a ghostwriting surrogate

[Hook: RANNA ROYCE]
Ow! (Ow! Ow!) I live for the wordplay
Ow! (Ow! Ow!) I live for the wordplay
Ow! (Ow! Ow!) I live for the wordplay
Ow! (Ow! Ow!) I live for the wordplay
Ow! (Ow! Ow!)

[Verse 2: KXNG Crooked]
Kick, snare
Hundred round drum, don’t care
Stand up guy in a chair
Sitting on the throne, I’m the heir
I was a king on my very first birthday
Put a crown on my nouns and my verbs, I’ma serve y’all
In the worst way, puttin’ all you rappers in a hearse, ay
Having fun cause I work for the wordplay
Even my pistol is astronomic
I cock back and I blast the comet
Quickest motherfuckers pass the chronic as fast as Sonic
I’ma be putting my foot in yo ass like your last colonic
Get you dizzy as a glass of tonic
Sick flow make a bastard vomit cause I mastered phonics
I’ma craft a sonnet
When an artist act moronic, my heart gets black as onyx
Yeah, I’ma get it from beginning to the ending
Give an instrumental a whipping, I’m winning independent
When I spit a written lyric, I’m the realest, I’m the illest
When a lyricist hear it, I bet I kill ’em in a minute
Tick tock like hands on a big Glock
I ain’t say clock, I said hands on a big Glock, get shot
I’ma be defying gravity
Cause I’ma stay fly even when my shit drop, this is hip hop

[Hook: RANNA ROYCE & KXNG Crooked]
Ow! (Ow! Ow!) I live for the wordplay
Yeah, KXNG Crook, yeah
Ow! (Ow! Ow!) I live for the wordplay
Persian Empire, yeah
Ow! (Ow! Ow!) I live for the wordplay
We live for this, you know what I’m sayin’?
Ow! (Ow! Ow!) I live for the wordplay
We breathe for this, ah
Ow! (Ow! Ow!)

[Outro: RANNA ROYCE]
From the Bay to the LBC

September 3, 2023
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eminem-legacy

 

Tell me where to go, tell me what to do
I’ll be right there for you
Tell me what to say, no matter if it’s true
I’ll say it all for you (for you, for you, for you)
I used to be the type of kid that would always think the sky is falling
Why am I so differently wired? Am I a Martian?
What kind of twisted experiment am I involved in?
‘Cause I don’t belong in this world
That’s why I’m scoffing at authority, defiant often
Flying off at the handle with my mom, no dad
So I’m non-compliant at home, at school I’m just shy and awkward
And I don’t need no goddamn psychologist
Trynna diagnose why I have all these underlying problems
Thinking he can try and solve them
I’m outside chalking up drawings on the sidewalk
And in the front drive talking to myself
Either that or inside hiding often, in the corner somewhere, quiet
Trying not to be noticed ’cause I’m crying and sobbing
I had a bad day at school, so I ain’t talking
Some cocksucker shoved me into a fucking locker
‘Cause he said that I eyeballed him
And if you fall, I’ll get you there
I’ll be your savior from
All the wars that are fought
Inside your world
Please have faith in my words
‘Cause this is my legacy, legacy, here
This is my legacy, legacy, here
There’s no guarantee, it’s not up to me, you can only see
This is my legacy, legacy
Legacy, legacy
I used to be the type of kid that would always think the sky is falling
Why am I so differently wired in my noggin?
‘Cause sporadic as my thoughts come, it’s mind boggling
‘Cause I obsess on everything, in my mind small shit
Bothers me but now my father, he said sayonara then split
But I don’t give a shit, I’m fine as long as
There’s batteries in my Walkman nothing is the matter with me
Shit look at the bright side, at least I ain’t walking
I bike ride through the neighborhood of my apartment
Complex on a ten speed which I’ve acquired parts that I
Find in the garbage, a frame and put tires on it
Headphones on, straight ahead and kids try and start shit
But if this is all there is for me life offers
Why bother even try and put up a fight? It’s nonsense
But I think a light bulb just lit up in my conscience
What about them rhymes I’ve been jottin’
They’re kinda giving me confidence
Instead of tryna escape through my comics
Why don’t I just blast a little something like Onyx
To put me in the mood to wanna fight and write songs that
Say what I wanna say to the kid that said that I eyeballed him
Grab hold of my balls like “that’s right fight’s on bitch”
Who would’ve knew from the moment I turned the mic on
I could be iconic, and my conquest
Is word to Phife Dawg from a Tribe Called Quest
This is my legacy, legacy, here
This is my legacy, legacy, here
There’s no guarantee, it’s not up to me, you can only see
This is my legacy, legacy
Legacy, legacy
I used to be the type of kid that would always think the sky is falling
Now I think the fact that I’m differently wired’s awesome
‘Cause if I wasn’t I wouldn’t be able to work
Words like this and connect lines like crosswords
And use my enemy’s words as strength (strength)
To try and draw from, and get inspired off ’em
‘Cause all my life I was told and taught I am not shit
By you whack fucking giant sacks of lying dog shit (dog shit)
Now you shut up bitch, I am talking
Thought I was full of horseshit and now
You fucking worship the ground on which I am walking (I am walking)
Me against the world so what? I’m Brian Dawkins
Versus the whole oh and sixteen Lions offense
So bring on the Giants, Falcons and Miami Dolphins
It’s the body bag game bitch, I’m supplying coffins
‘Cause you dicks, butt kiss, bunch of Brian Baldingers
You gon’ die a ball licker I’ve been diabolical
With this dialogue since ’99 Rawkus
You don’t respect the legacy I leave behind y’all can
Suck a dick, the day you beat me, pigs’ll fly out my ass
And a flying saucer full of Italian sausage
The most high exalting and I ain’t halting
‘Til I die of exhaustion inhale my exhaust fumes (exhaust fumes)
The best part about me, is I am not you
I’m me, and I’m the fire Marshall and this is my (this is my)
Legacy, legacy, here
This is my legacy, legacy, here
There’s no guarantee, it’s not up to me, you can only see
This is my legacy, legacy
Legacy, legacy

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lokey- high school massacre

 

 
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eminem-brain damage

September 3, 2023
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eminem-alfreds theme

 

Before I check the mic (check, check, one, two)
I give it an extra swipe with a Lysol disinfectant wipe (good evening)
Coronavirus in effect tonight
Antiseptics on deck, I got every type (yeah)
I throw on my tux, then I (yeah) give zero fucks, then I (yeah)
Act like a jockstrap (uh), cup my nuts, then I (yeah)
Check my ball hair (what?), make sure it’s all there (yeah)
Then call the pallbearer (yeah)
It’s Music to Be Murdered By again, why stop?
Overkill like a pipe bomb in your pine box
You’re all hitched to my cock (What?)
Went from punchin’ a time clock to getting my shot
Then treated it like a cyclops
Like it’s the only one I got
And my thoughts are like nines cocked (chk-chk)
Every line’s obscene, pervertedest mind, got the dirtiest rhyme stocked
That’s why there’s parental advising every time I drop
So throw on the theme to Alfred, I’ll channel him like the Panama Canal
But how could I get up in arms about you saying trash is all that I put out?
Bitch, I still get the bag when I’m putting garbage out
Plus, the potty mouth, I’m not about to wash it out
The filthiest, so all this talk about “I’m washed up”, how preposterous
Because if cleanliness is next to godliness
It’s obvious that it’s impossible for me to be beside myself
And I’m ’bout that capital like a proper noun
Still on top the pile
Got me sitting on numbers like a pocket dial
Quick to call you out on your bullshit
Don’t make me give that crock a dial
‘Cause if I do, it’s see you later, alligator
Made it out the trailer, then I made a vow to cater to no one
So hate, I’ve gained about the same amount that’s in my bank account
So here’s some more shit for you to complain about, I say the
Bars that never slack, but always get attacked (yeah)
I think they’re gunnin’ for me, it’s startin’ to feel like that
Like I’m marked, ’cause when I rap, it’s like fallin’ on my back in a tar pit
‘Cause I have this target on my back (ew, yuck)
But if I ever double-crossed my fans and lost my Stans
I’d probably pop five Xans (yeah)
Go in my garage, start my van
Inhale as much carbon monoxide and exhaust I can
And doze off like snores, but odds like that with these thoughts I have’s
Like a giant getting squashed by ants
If this is the test of time, I’d pass with flying colors
Like I just tossed my crayons (tossed my crayons)
Small, medium, and large size cans
Sanitizers of all types, brands, cost nine bands
Which is a small price for Lysol wipes and
If my palms brush across my pants, I wash my hands
Shit, hold on, man
Motherfucker
Happy birthday to
Fuck (shh, quiet)
I sit in silence in candlelit environments
Sipping Wild Irish while getting violent
Homicidal visions when I’m spitting like this
But really I’m just fulfilling my wish of killing rhymes
Which is really childish and silly, but I’m really like this
I’m giving nightmares to Billie Eilish, I’m Diddy’s side bitch
What the fuck? Hold on, wait
“I’m Diddy’s side bitch”
Oh, I’m still east side, bitch
So until the E-N-D, since EPMD
Been givin’ y’all the business (yeah), D.R.E and me (yup)
From the MMLP to MTBMB (bitch)
Bitch, it’s 2020, you still ain’t seein’ me (haha)
So call me Santa Clause (Santa Clause)
‘Cause at the present (yeah), I out-rap ’em all, I’m at the mall
Got your bitch in a bathroom stall, she could suck a basketball (uh)
Through a plastic straw (yeah) with a fractured jaw (damn)
My dick is coat check (ha), she wanna jack it off (yeah)
I’m so far past the bar, I should practice law
Mentally, I’m fucked up generally (duh)
Dukes of Hazzard car, get the cadaver dogs
‘Cause this is murder, murder and you’ll get murked, murked
This music ’bout to kill you, brr, brr (brr)
This chicken hit my phone, she said, “Chirp, chirp”
I said, “Hut, hut, hike your skirt, skirt”
Then go eat some worms, like the early bird
What the fuck is love? That’s a dirty word
Make me fall in it, there’s not a girl on Earth
Or any other planet, that’s a world of hurt
And I won’t buy a designer, ’cause I don’t pander
But I’m back with so many knots, I need a chiropractor (damn)
And this the final chapter, ’cause I’m either frying after
Or they gon’ give me the needle (what) like a vinyl scratcher
Yeah, I’m a card, like Hallmark
At Walmart with a small cart buying wall art
And y’all who claim to be dogs aren’t
No bite like a tree mostly just all bark, arf, arf
But y’all pickin’ the wrong tree, they call me dog because I’m barking (bark, bark, bar king)
And I got a lot, yeah, like where cars park
I’d describe it as bowling (why) ball hard (ball’s hard)
‘Cause the gutter’s where my mind is and when
It’s in this frame, better split like the five and the ten
‘Cause without a second to spare, I’m strikin’ again
And when the beat is up my alley, I go right for the pens
The cypher begins
I’m talkin’ smack like heroin, the mic’s a syringe
It’s like a binge, Vicodin, I would liken to tin
My mind is a recycling bin
There’s no place I never been
But I never budge and I never bend
You hyperextend on me, this game’s life, it depends
Like adult diapers for men
Even when I’m rappin’ less stellar
It’s sour grapes, I still whine, I’m the best seller
Like a trey deuce, spray you as these shots penetrate through Dre’s booth
And go straight through your grapefruit, no escape route
So you won’t leave here just scathed with a few scrape wounds
Your ass is grass and I am not gonna graze you
But if bar’s were semi-mac’s, I’d be the Mad Hatter
‘Cause I got so many caps, and you don’t have any straps (nah)
So you’d be a fitted (yeah), so don’t act like you fittin’ to snap
Bitch, I’ll pee on your head, like a Phillies hat (haha)
No stoppin’ me, you’re on a window shopping spree
Bitch, you’d probably go broke at the Dollar Tree
You never buy shit, all you ever cop’s a plea
You’re always punkin’ out like Halloween
You rather opt to flee, you need to stop it, punk
Homie, you’re not a G, act like you got the pump
And you’re gonna cock the heat or get the Glock and dump
Bitch, if you shot a tree, you wouldn’t pop the trunk
Yeah, and I’m buddies with Alfred, we about to
Disembowel them, gut ’em and scalp ’em, yeah
This is ’bout to be the bloodiest outcome
‘Cause we gon’ make you bleed with every cut from this album
So I’m choppin’ ’em up like Dahmer
The nut job with the nuts that are bigger than Jabba the Hutt
I’m in the cut, and I’m out for the blood
It’s lookin’ like it’s that time of the month
Carvin’ ’em up with the bars while I sharpen ’em up, dog and a mutt
I’m gonna fuck your mom in the butt with a thermometer, fuckin’ phenomenal, but
Y’all’ll get cut the fuck up like abdominals if you don’t vámonos
I keep droppin’ like dominos, the formidable, abominable
Stompin’ a mudhole in my comp even if it’s off the top of the dome
Son ’em, get the Coppertone, I’m at the Stop and Go coppin’ the Mop and Glo
Got your stomach in knots like you swallowed rope
You out of pocket though, like a motherfuckin’ wallet stole
Wait, why’d the beat cut off?
Fuck it

September 3, 2023
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icP-jacobs word

 

There’s uh.. strange {*voices*}
There’s there’s many many voices in my head many different voices
Some are like this {*repeat 7X*}

I hear voices one voice in particular
Comes into my mind perpendicular rectangular it’s a strangular
He’s like some kind of mental fucking mangular I don’t know
He tells me to punch Esham and Shaggz so I punch em I even call Twiztid fags
They get mad slap me and smear my make-up
I’ve named this evil voice named him Jacob
Jacob tells me “Climb the ladder and jump off head first
On the street don’t worry it’s soft”
So I jump thump I’m on a gurney
Jacob laughs at me “Your so fucking nerdy”
Fuck him I hate him I hate him I can’t escape him
I finally get alone he calls me on a telephone {*phone rings*}
“Violent J there?” Here
“Hey this is Jacob I want you to piss in your underwear ok bud?” Sure
I’m pissin now it fuckin tickles
Jacob’s dissin again I hear his giggles
After I cut all my fingers off for that motherfucker I finally had enough
Go see a doctor
Doc, hello
“Hi have a seat let’s see uh what is it Joe?”
Yeah Joe Bruce my friends call me chucky
“Chucky?” – Either that or Bucky FUCK ME!
I’m sorry doc it’s Jacob again my names J
“Tell me J uh who’s this Jacob anyway?”
I fuckin want him dead it’s a voice in my head
I GOT A LOT OF VOICES but this one’s misled
He tells me to drink toilet water and shit
“Do ya do it?” – No, YES!
I can’t help it though I can’t stop it
“J, what I want you to do is drop it”
Drop what? “Your feeling of denial
I mean you’re an asshole let’s face it Jacob he’s got style”
Yeah – “You should do exactly what he tells ya”
Even stab myself?!
“Yeah hellz yeah”
Fuck man are you sure doc?
“Sincerely, now on your way out pay my fuckin secretary”
Wow 300 bucks and I’m cured it’s absurd all I gotta do is wait for the word
Now I ain’t heard from ol Jacob in while
I’m at home jerkin my dick off to Gilligain’s Island
When BANG he popped in – “J what’s up homie?”
Where you been Jacob dogg it’s been lonely
Doc says I should roll witcha let’s do dis
“Alright well let’s start off with a glass of your own piss”
Sure with ice? “No ice!” – Nice
“Finish up the whole glass and repeat it twice”
All done – “Let’s go put your shoes on”
Where we goin homie?
“To the graveyard I want you to dig yourself up a girlfriend”
Dig up a dead body?
“I won’t say it again! You heard what the doctor said fuckin do it!”
Well fuck it hand me my shovel and bucket
I dug the bitch literally I dug her
Her skin smelled like burned rubber I fuckin love her
Took her corpse home sat it on the couch
Jacob said “Now put her foot in your mouth!”
So I did and her toes smelled like fish chunks
That’s been sittin out in the sun for a couple of months
I didn’t care though because Jacob told me to
“There’s one more thing that I want you to do”
What’s that?
“Lay down in the street and trip a semi wit yo neck”
Trip a semi truck? Bet!
There I was I’m moving off waitin to get rolled on like a Dayton
Here it comes I stuck my fuckin head out
Like this Jacob?! – “Yeah! Pow!”
I’m in critical I got minutes left I end up fightin
With death why did the doctor tell me to listen to him!
I’m laid up about to die screw him!
Pick up the phone {*phone rings*}
“Hello?” – Hi it’s me J that one fat goofy weirdo
Yeah listen I’m about to die why did you tell me to follow his word?!
“Cuz he’s a don-mega and you’re a nerd”
Well I hear you on that much okay
But what kind of fuckin doctor are you anyway!
I mean your telling me I’m nothing but a scrub!
“I thought you knew homie – THIS IS DOCTOR JACOB!”
Oooohh I get it everybody have a laugh
I’m nothing but a sick homogetic mental path
I died right then and there I was never cured
I lived a shitty life all thanks to Jacob’s word

September 3, 2023
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icP-mr happy

 

Rub baby oil on your buttcheeks and slide on the counter
Boys and girls, everybody gather around, all in together now
Wheeeeee!
I love you, I love you, (dance with me, dance with me) I love you (shake ya little butt, shake ya butt, come on)
I love you.
I must kill you, must kill you, must kill you, must kill you
I’m kind of fat and I sweat a lot,
But that’s the only bad quirky things that I got.
That, and maybe the whole murdering aspect,
But we ain’t even really got to that yet.
I love people, (yes) I love everything about them,
And that’s why I gotta live life without them. (huh?)
I know it don’t make any sense to you, but fuck you,
This song is about me, exclusively.
Murder, Murderous, Murderation,
A murdering mentality without an explanation.
I’m Mr. Happy and I ride a bike (ching!),
I ain’t got a seat, I just sit on the pipe thing.
I’ll whistle, I sing, I’ll pet your poodle.
(Come here) I’ll twist and squeeze your neck like a wet noodle.
‘Cause I’m so happy I’ll stab your ass,
And lay down next to you, dead on the grass,
And say: “Oh it feels so good, every time I murder I get happy!!”
Happy happy happy, it’s gone
Happy happy happy, it’s gone
Happy happy happy, it’s gone
Happy happy happy, it’s gone
Murder murder murder, you are
Murder murder murder, you are
Murder murder murder, you are
Murder murder murder, you are
I love you, so hand me your neck (come on)
Let me teach you about love and respect
Respect the fact that I love to kill!
Wait a minute ya’ll I gotta take my pill
Zanoff’s, it works, I’m down to only 3 people a day
My victims, I give them love and care
I don’t want to get blood everywhere
I don’t use a chainsaw, or a butcher knife,
That’s so 90’s, get it right
I never mutilate or chop my loves
All I really need is a pair of gloves
Or maybe a car, I’ll run ’em down with it
I know that can be messy, but the birds will get it
Don’t you see that I love you idiots
I’m Mr. Happy, I’m all about fun,
Now get in the pit and try to kill someone!
“Oh it feels so good, every time I murder I get happy!!”
Happy happy happy, it’s gone (I love you)
Happy happy happy, it’s gone (I love you)
Happy happy happy, it’s gone (I love you)
Happy happy happy, it’s gone (I love you)
Murder murder murder, you are (Must kill you)
Murder murder murder, you are (Must kill you)
Murder murder murder, you are (Must kill you)
Murder murder murder, you are (Must kill you)
My bike has a basket full of strawberries, I picked them myself,
Along with apples and cherries and lemons
And oranges and boogers and limes,
Plus thers’s a Faygo in there, but that’s mine
Red flowers, like after your dead
I plant seeds and grow them out the side of your head,
I got flowers all over the backyard,
In the form of a Jokers Card (uh-oh)
Feels good, I’m like the Choko of my neighborhood
I’m one of them midnight creeps at Denny’s,
Talking to myself and licking my pennies
I got a french fry hanging out of my beard
Don’t go near that guy, he’s weird.
You know I’m all good and everythings all right,
When you hear this scream in the middle of the night, like this:
“Oh it feels so good, everytime I murder I get happy!!”
Happy happy happy, it’s gone (I love you)
Happy happy happy, it’s gone (I love you)
Happy happy happy, it’s gone (I love you)
Happy happy happy, it’s gone (I love you)
Murder murder murder, you are (Must kill you)
Murder murder murder, you are (Must kill you)
Murder murder murder, you are (Must kill you)
Murder murder murder, you are (Must kill you)
I’ll fucking kill you, Wooo! Come here you little bitch!
Come on! Everybody, let me cut your neck in half,
Happy happy happy, it’s gone (I love you)
Happy happy happy, it’s gone (I love you)
Happy happy happy, it’s gone (I love you)
Happy happy happy, it’s gone (I love you)
Murder murder murder, you are (Must kill you)
Murder murder murder, you are (Must kill you)
Murder murder murder, you are (Must kill you)
Murder murder murder, you are (Must kill you)
You little bitch!

September 3, 2023
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icP-mad professor

 

<Dialogue between Violent J and Couch Guy>
I was never popular, this I’ll admit, fuck school never liked me, Goo!
All the kids would always beat me, until I’m half-dead
Make fun of the size of my forehead
But that shit never bothered me, Mama and Mother
They had a lot of property
They had a science lab in the basement
And that’s where my free ti…well, my time was spent
I made a mouse with a chicken head
It clucked three times: CLUCK, CLUCK, CLUCK!
And then it was dead
I made a lot of things though, like a frog with a turkey neck
gobblegobblegobble, it was the shit (yeah)
But I’m still lonely, I need a homie
So I collected limbs and made a zombie
I could’ve made a girlie friend
But fuck that, I got my girlie right here…yeah!
You can call me Mad Professor
I will make a friend for me
You can call me Mad Professor
We will rule eternity
<Dialogue between Violent J and a bitch>
I used so many body parts it was crazy
I killed a whole bunch of mother fuckers , like what, eighty?
They all chipped in on my special friend
Everything helps, Even if you got a finger to lend, come on
I hear the other children playing outside
“Keep it down you little bitches, I’ll skin your fucking hides!”
?Stressful?, this part is wack
Some how I gots to attach this nut sack
Shit! Fuck! I’m sawing off an elbow
Looking at the meter I’m like ?Quasar and Ziphalo?
Or better yet look out the fucking window
I see a storms coming, almost time to roll
Screw the head on, come on, come on
It’s the thuggish, ruggish, bone
Okay it’s time, hit the switch, turn it up a hert
Fuck! Shit! Didn’t work
You can call me Mad Professor
I will make a friend for me
You can call me Mad Professor
We will rule eternity
<Dialogue between Violent J and a wrecker serviceman>
It wasn’t always easy (Hell no!) let me tell ya
But fuck that, cause I ain’t no failure
I put the shit with the ?things? and this with that
Wait a minute…(brrrt) did you hear that?
It’s alive! I just gotta wake it up
Hand me that ?rocky rye? pour it in a cup
It will do exactly…hold up, pause
I ain’t cleaning his draws man, fuck that
Get him fat, get him ready, it’s almost time
Paint his ugly face up just like mine
I see him twitching, I’m on a roll
He can help me tell the whole world about the carnival
Turn the hertz all the way up for this shit
And just wait for that lightning bolt to hit
Did it work? You make the call
Shaggy? (What up, y’all!)
You can call me Mad Professor
I will make a friend for me
You can call me Mad Professor
We will rule eternity

September 3, 2023
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icP-the show must go on

 
 
ya boy VJ been infected/possessed by feminem since atleast milenko era, the change from Dead Circus to Dark Carnival is proof, and vj infects everyone he comes into contact with. off with his head and we can save those souls who have been Shang Tsung’d by VJ/Eminem.
September 3, 2023
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Dekay the god of the dead-lyrical shang tsung

September 4, 2023
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icP-bizzar

Play that backwards for secret info
Hold up a minute, damn Peeing sounds
Couldn’t wait, man
Flush All done
Now if only I could choke someone
Redrum, I’m a ruthless stalker

 

 
imagine if eminem ghost wrote this song, possessed violent j and used him to tell em’s message…wouldnt that be bizzare and a trip thats completely out your atmosphere?

September 4, 2023
10:49 am
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esham-outcha atmosphere

 

Paranoid, androids, aliens, asteroids
Plus I George Jetson through the solar system board
Galaxy gladiator, fuck you bitin ass style
Still in perpetrators niggas, gettin blast, many moves be packed
Too automatic, man I bomb it, wicket shit’ll make ya vomit
See I’m comin like a comet, see-Section out ya stomach
Insane since an embryo, blood pour nitroglycerin
Clockin Benjamin’s, from you listenin
Slugs whistlin, at the competition
Blood stains on the stage, opponents come up missing
you-N-H-O-L-why, murder’s my lullaby
Never cry, when they wish I would die, no alibi
I bust intoxicated, lyrics alive and animated
I’m the operator, plus I pocket calculate it
Male dominated, universal intergalactic
And since that crack hit, I’ve been dope as that shit
Fuck you niggas wit that wack shit, get smack back whips
I tell these fuck immune’s, back off the spaceship
Bustin, suicidal, that’s the end of discussion
Hit you wit the football and blow out ya brains rushin
Outcha Atmosphere, I’m out ya fuckin atmosphere
I’m out this atmosphere, I’m out this fuckin ya atmosphere
Outcha Atmosphere, I’m out ya fuckin atmosphere
I’m out this fuckin atmosphere, wit some more wicket shit
Suicidalist, therapy for my confessions
Livin like a demon, don’t forget to count ya blessings
In my brain, aeroplane, atmosphere, you might panic
Get at me another time, another place, a different planet
Plus I walk on water, H20, formaldehyde
Suicide, murder right straight to the other side
As the sunshine rotates planet keep spinnin
Every day that you livin, is a new beginning
Out ya mind, atmosphere, state ya world, crazy helly
Much beat, in my rise, sticky green off the smelly
DDT when I’m in Cleveland, all my niggas down the way
In the Garden Valley projects, gettin money everyday, be
Light-years away, my style when you push play
I have you havin more Good Times then J.J.
You know what they say, don’t put up the AK
’cause my money gettin longer than the white lines on the freeway
Play and blaze haze, sunshine, I’m sun raised
So you heard I was milky way, so start ya stargaze
Open the Stargate, to release ya fate
Triangle like the pyramid, and that’s why they fearin it
’cause I’m

 

you see, eminem been the one in charge of the circus the whole time, he is the one behind the curtain in oz with a fxck off shirt and all the “juggalos” hate him although he is the one who created this “scene” they love so much. and because of this he decided to high-jack everyones favorite artists they put before him and kill them off.  he is the hitchcock of hiphop and he created this scene and now he is killing it off one artists at a time and now has basically succeeded in that mission(infect).  Is there anyone left that can defeat the soopa entity and find the cure to  save humanity and all their favorite artists from obliteration??? who is bruce wayne? only time will tell!!!

September 4, 2023
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icP-confessions (alternate mix)

 

[Intro]
Yes, I confess, but I really could care less
Father, I tried, but they wasn’t on my side

[Verse 1: Violent J]
Father (hey), I confess for doing it
I had a brain (yes), but life had to ruin it (gone)
Screw in it (thoughts), twist it, infect it (kill)
Dissect it (spit), don’t respect it (blood)
When you put me in a cage full of animals (creepy)
Savages (killers), and cold-blooded cannibals (monsters)
I can’t help but become what’s around me ([?])
Tried to run, but they found me, surround me (shit)
Then they choke ya (squeeze), and provoke ya (tease)
Try to smoke ya, turn you into a joker (ease)
I tried to rip it off (wait), but its all I know (it’s)
The only thing I ever knew (me), so what to do?
Look at you (never), a bigot ’til your growin’ old (evil)
Your growin’ mold, with a soul that’s freezin’ cold (so?)
So I confess (yes), but even if I’m all wrong
I’ll be down with the clown till I’m dead and gone

[Chorus]
Yes, I confess, but I really could care less
Father, I tried, but they wasn’t on my side
Yes, I confess, but I really could care less
Father, I tried, but they wasn’t on my side

 
[Verse 2: Violent J]
I confess, this lady had a purse (old), so I took it (snatch)
I took it home, opened it up, and shook it (look)
She had papers (comb), lipstick and nail polish (shit)
Credit cards and about twenty-seven dollars (change)
I bought a fifth (liquor), drank it and laid there (stoned)
It seemed like I could see the purse everywhere (bone)
On the light post (look), by this mail box (look)
I tried to run from it (where?), I ran a couple blocks (look!)
But there it was, on the side walk, waitin’ for me (shit!)
It tried to lure me to it (stop!), I had to fuckin’ do it (no!)
I picked it up (And?), and stuck my fuckin’ hand in it (Agh)
It was full of rats (Ah!), and they fuckin’ bit it off (Why?)
Father I confess, I’m a criminal (a thief!)
But my worlds too subliminal, around me (everywhere!)
Look at them (Look!), all the wicked masses (everybody!)
That’s why I’m down with the clown till I’m ashes

[Chorus]
Yes, I confess, but I really could care less
Father, I tried, but they wasn’t on my side
Yes, I confess, but I really could care less
Father, I tried, but they wasn’t on my side

[Bridge]
It’s like a circus, a wicked carnival
Everybody’s got a ticket, they’re lookin’
For the freaks, to point and gawk at
Look at yourself, the joke’s on you, Jack

 
[Verse 3: Shaggy 2 Dope & Violent J]
Southwest down, clown love with a street gang (Whoop whoop!)
And I’ma represent this ’til my brains hang
Father, I confess; I’m the first to admit it
But if you burn my city down, I’m goin’ out with it
My mother is a park ([?]). My father’s a street sign (ghetto)
And they brought me up fine. I respect mine (I love them)
I’ve become what’s all around me
I confess, I’m down with the clown for life

[Outro]
Yes, I confess, but I really could care less
(Down with the clown for life!)
Father, I tried, but they wasn’t on my side
(I confess to ya!)
Yes, I confess, but I really could care less
(Down with the clown for life!)
Father, I tried, but they wasn’t on my side
(Accept my confession!)
Yes, I confess, but I really could care less
(I’m down with the clown for life! A life!)
Father, I tried, but they wasn’t on my side
(I confess to ya!)
Yes, I confess, but I really could care less
(I’ll be down! Down with the clown for life!)
Father, I tried, but they wasn’t on my side
(I confess to ya! For life!)

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