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What's in The Bag???
March 1, 2023
5:07 pm
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Guess who's back, back again!!!

 

March 1, 2023
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Bitches and bitchettes, I present the mighty second column!i!

 

Title of second column: 

How the rat can flip cheese into bread!i!

 

Song on cassette tape:

Eminem-Legacy!i!

 

 

The fact that I'm differently wired's awesome

Because 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

To try and draw from, and get inspired off 'em

                              ~cartoon goon~

March 3, 2023
8:39 pm
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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 twiztid 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(dre?esham?)
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(665 fiteback fury)
I had a bad day at school, so I ain't talking
Some cocksucker shoved me into a fucking locker(Beverly kills)
'Cause he said that I eyeballed him
 
And if you fall, I'll get you there
I'll be your savior from(fallen angel)
All the wars that are fought
Inside your world(MNE)
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(the peddler/wicked Vic)
Complex on a ten speed which I've acquired parts that I
Find in the garbage, a frame and put tires on it(relapse)
Headphones on, straight ahead and kids try and start shit(eardrug musick)
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(Morton)
 
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(twiztid I'm different)
'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 (enemies in high places-esham)
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 (water)
Me against the world so what?(Detroit vs everybody)
I'm Brian Dawkins
Versus the whole oh and sixteen Lions offense(lies)
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(headbust brothers)
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 (stale wind)
The best part about me, is I am not you(not alike)
I'm me, and I'm the fire Marshall (hot head) 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
March 3, 2023
8:58 pm
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Sew, there is two columns titled:

 

Fearless Fred's BOOMIN words to fear

How the rat can flip cheese into bread

 

Although turning cheese into whine would of been more suitinggetclowned

 

But did I mention that these two tapes both had a b-side? What is the recordings on the flip side you ask?  Details at 11!

 

Lil flip-game over

Look, I'm a Christal nigga💎🦋 and you a red-winer🪓🍷

You just an opening act, but I'm the headliner

March 3, 2023
9:42 pm
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The b-side to the first maxi single "slaughterhouse-psychopath killer"

(It's not psychopathic killer, because he likes to cut his wick short...like ouija maccbatman)(w!ck shxt trying to be wicket but just falls short) wick wick whack  butt I digress.(shut up Beavis)

Since there is a 2nd side to these tapes, you can safely assume there is also a secondary (sub)(subliminal) title two...er...too, fxck dyslexic!!

 

The mini-me title for this column is called "the staring column"!! (Insert I see pee joke)hammer

 

The audio on the p-side is:

 

Eminem-godzilla

Peep the calendar on the 17th aisle before he pulls out a fxckin rocket launcher!!!

March 3, 2023
10:53 pm
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Ugh, you're a monster

 

I can swallow a bottle of alcohol and I'll feel like Godzilla

Better hit the deck like the card dealer(joker card)

My whole squad's in here, walking around the party

A cross between a zombie apocalypse and B-Bobby "The

Brain" Heenan which(witch) is probably the

Same reason I wrestle with mania(brother)

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 Courvoisier (Hey, hey)

In AA with an AK, melee, finna set it like a playdate(rehab)

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

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(hood losers)

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, did so many things that pissed 'em off(a pollen)

It's impossible to list 'em all

And in the midst of all this

I'm in a mental hospital with a crystal ball(Williamsburg psyche ward)

Tryna see, will I still be like this tomorrow?

Risperdal, voices whisper(Jacobs word)

My fist is balled back up against the wall, pencil drawn(fff/665)

This is just the song to go ballistic on

You just pulled a pistol on a guy with a 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

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 (Ayy), 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 flyer

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 the chainsaw

'Cause I caught the flack, but my dollars stacked right off the bat like a baseball(baseball bat/Louisville slugger)

Like Kid Ink, bitch, I got them racks with so much ease that they call me Diddy(did he?)

'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 in my genital area, the original Richard Ramirez

Cristhian Rivera, 'cause my lyrics never sit well(puke)(got the whole world feeling the hell whena girl fell down the well)

So they wanna give me the chair

Like a paraplegic, and it's scary, call it Hari Kari

'Cause e'ry Tom and Dick and Harry carry a Merriam motherfuckin' dictionary on 'em

Swearing up and down they can 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 Beats with a maxi single

Look at my rap sheet, what attracts these people

Is my 'Gangsta 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, I'm in a fit of rage

I'm murderin' again, nobody will evade

I'm finna kill 'em and dump all their fuckin' bodies in the lake(marsh lagoon)

Obliterating everything, incinerate a renegade

I'm here to 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 Attila, kill or be killed, I'm a killer bee, the vanilla gorilla(bigfoot)

You're bringin' the killer within me outta me

You don't wanna be the enemy of the demon who entered me

And be on the receivin' end of me, what stupidity it'd be

Every bit of me's 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 hundred 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(insane clown pussy inflatable dolls)

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 a—

 

Man, stop

Look what I'm plannin', haha

 

March 3, 2023
11:20 pm
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And how does the second tape/column echo the other one? Well, let's take a trip down that hole, shall we!

The flip side to this one was tricky, it was reversed and slowed down. In witch sounded extra spooky and eerie that led me to believe this was going to be an ominous one. Once I was able to figure out what it was, I won't lie, it brought a tear to my eye...because as my third eye finally opened, I realized the genius and holy shxt was it a beautiful....a beautiful doom...indestructible-like(godlike)

 

The p-side to Eminem -legacy on "how the rat flips cheese into bread" column is:

Eminem-beautiful

 

The columns' sub title is:

The obituary column 

 

 

"We gotta take these cards ourselves

And flip 'em"

March 6, 2023
6:33 pm
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Lately, I've been hard to reach
I've been too long on my own
Everybody has a private world
Where they can be alone
Are you callin me?
Are you tryin' to get through?
Are you reachin' out for me?
I'm reachin' out for you
I'm just so fuckin' depressed
I just can't seem to get out this slump
If I could just get over this hump
But I need something to pull me out this dump
I took my bruises, took my lumps
Fell down and I got right back up
But I need that spark to get psyched back up
In order for me to pick the mic back up
I don't know how or why or when
And I ended up in this position I'm in
I'm startin' to feel distant again
So I decided just to pick this pen
Up and tried to make an attempt to vent
But I just can't admit
Or come to grips with the fact that I may be done with rap
I need a new outlet
And I know some shit's so hard to swallow
But I just can't sit back and wallow
In my own sorrow, but I know one fact
I'll be one tough act to follow
One tough act to follow
I'll be one tough act to follow
Here today, gone tomorrow
But you'd have to walk a thousand miles
In my shoes, just to see
What it's like to be me
I'll be you, let's trade shoes
Just to see what it'd be like to
Feel your pain, you feel mine(I like it ruff)
Go inside each other's minds
Just to see what we find

Look at shit through each other's eyes
 
But don't let 'em say you ain't beautiful (oh)
They can all get fucked, just stay true to you (so)
Don't let 'em say you ain't beautiful (oh-oh)
They can all get fucked, just stay true to you (yeah, so)
  1. I think I'm startin' to lose my sense of humor
    Everything's so tense and gloom
    I almost feel like I gotta check the temperature
    Of the room, just as soon as
    I walk in, it's like all eyes on me
    So I try to avoid any eye contact(contact lenses/makeup)
    'Cause if I do that, then it opens a door
    For conversation like I want that
    I'm not lookin' for extra attention
    I just wanna be just like you
    Blend in with the rest of the room
    Maybe just point me to the closest restroom(pee break)
    I don't need no fuckin' manservant
    Tryna follow me around, and wipe my ass
    Laugh at every single joke I crack
    And half of 'em ain't even funny like
    "Ha, Marshall, you're so funny, man
    You should be a comedian, goddamn"
    Unfortunately I am
    I just hide behind the tears of a clown
    So why don't you all sit down
    Listen to the tale I'm about to tell
    Hell, we don't gotta trade our shoes
    And you ain't gotta walk no thousand miles
In my shoes, just to see
What it's like to be me
I'll be you, let's trade shoes
Just to see what it'd be like to
Feel your pain, you feel mine
Go inside each other's minds
Just to see what we find
Look at shit through each other's eyes
But don't let 'em say you ain't beautiful (oh-oh)
They can all get fucked, just stay true to you (so)
Don't let 'em say you ain't beautiful (oh-oh)
They can all get fucked, just stay true to you (so)
Nobody asked for life to deal us
With these bullshit hands we're dealt
We gotta take these cards ourselves
And flip 'em, don't expect no help
Now I could have either just sat on my ass and pissed and moaned
Or take this situation in which(witch) I'm placed in
And get up and get my own
I was never the type of kid to wait by the door and pack his bags
Or sat on the porch and hoped and prayed
For a dad to show up who never did
I just wanted to fit in, in every single place, every school I went
I dreamed of being that cool kid(cool guy/shaggy and creep)(creep is robin)
Even if it meant actin' stupid
Aunt Edna always told me
"Keep makin' that face, it'll get stuck like that"
Meanwhile, I'm just standin' there
Holding my tongue, tryin' to talk like this(esham tongues)
'Til I stuck my tongue on the frozen stop sign pole at eight years old
I learned my lesson then
'Cause I wasn't tryin to impress my friends no more
But I already told you my whole life story
Not just based on my description
'Cause where you see it from where you're sittin'
Is probably 110% different
I guess we would have to walk a mile in each other's shoes at least
What size you wear? I wear 10's
Let's see if you can fit your feet
In my shoes, just to see
What it's like to be me
I'll be you, let's trade shoes
Just to see what it'd be like to
Feel your pain, you feel mine
Go inside each other's minds
Just to see what we find
Look at shit through each other's eyes
But don't let 'em say you ain't beautiful (oh-oh)
They can all get fucked, just stay true to you (so)
Don't let 'em say you ain't beautiful (oh-oh)
They can all get fucked, just stay true to you (so)
Lately, I've been hard to reach
I've been too long on my own (oh-oh)
Everybody has a private world
Where they can be alone (so)
Are you callin' me?
Are you tryin' to get through? (oh-oh)
Are you reachin' out for me?
Then I'm reachin' out for you (so)
Yeah, to my babies, stay strong
Dad'll be home soon
And to the rest of the world
God gave you them shoes to fit you
So put 'em on and wear 'em
Be yourself, man
Be proud of who you are
Even if it sounds corny
Don't ever let no one tell you, you ain't beautiful (so)
March 6, 2023
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Gotta wash my hands reel quick, purgatory is real!

Esham-carcinogen

March 6, 2023
6:45 pm
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Esham purgatory stories 3

https://youtu.be/awHqqQ6qr5k

 

As an artist, I understand my work is subject to interpretation, like a da Vinci painting...see different things, hear different things.

 

Haters attack my character instead of engaging with my art.

 

Spread rumors and miss information and try to paint me as some sort of devil worshipper...or other such nonsense.

Not here to preach any particular message, just here to create.

 

I ask to listen with an open mind, don't get caught up in rumors or preconceptions, just listen and let the music speak to you, you mite be surprised at what you hear

March 7, 2023
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Like the ghost of axemas past, remember the master key and the saying on the back, "2 pillars equals three sides"? 

I'm guessing that means things like:

there's two sides to a story and then the truth. 

There's two sides to a coin

Double edged sword

The last two standing tall

 

Whatever it's supposed to mean exactly I still have no clue, guess I haven't played the clues enough yet.rasta_gif

 

Butt anyways, eye digest...

 

The bag also contained a vintage metal lunchbox with "DK" inscribed on the far bottom left of the back. The front cover looked like a whole box of crayons was used on it with all kinds of food drawn on it with a quote stating "after skool snak attack".(there was a fork after the k in snak, not sure if it meant snack or snake)   This lunchbox also had a sticker on the side of it that stated the 2 pillars quote...or slap as the kids say these days.  Inside the box was 13 cassettes, six socks, six USB sticks, 5 golden coins, nine trading cards that say self reflecting card on one side and have a mirror-like finish on the otherside, four packs of rolling papers and four colored diamonds each representing the four elements.

 

Each tape in the box is titled "triple threat mix" and contains sample cuts of three different songs that are sewed together to create fresh lil monster Frankensteins of a song. 

 

One fresh thing about the box connection is it had it's own tape that had a song that captures the lunchbox's vibe quite suitingly. The b-side was a reversed message stating: " the lunchbox contains items that will help guide you on your quest. The artifacts help you point out the themes of each of the 13 BOOMIN words from hell on the master key and help assist in solidifying your conclusions to said words. May the spirits of the Dead Circus bless thee who hears this message...to the spirits we are bound."

 

This was the only tape with a blessing like that to the listener, I guess it's meant as a hint that the otherside of the tape contains a song of ungodly proportions that could bring harm your way.  That just listening to it is too dangerous and can steer your life in the wrong direction, really fast.

 

The song on the tape the encapsulates the soul of the lunchbox's very essence is:

ICP-Triplex

 

Drow sbocaj s'pci fo sdnoces 71tsrif eht saw ti ,egassem desrever a dah ti dne yrev eht ta

March 7, 2023
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The tapes in the lunchbox were all different colors, green and purple, blue and pink, yellow and red, etc.  There was two chrome and two gold ones and one that was all green but had emerald engraved on it.  I'm not sure if that means it's the superior one, butt let's start with this one regardless.

 

The three songs mashed together like potatoes at a jellyroll potatoes and wine harvest festival on the emerald tape are:

Tech N9ne- Strange music box

Mastamind- The box

Eminem- music box

And at the very end it plays the first 12 seconds of Bukshots song "lunchbox" in reverse.

March 8, 2023
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good evening friends, i’m glad you could join me

for this rare occasion tonight without warning

we’ve all come together for the same reason

good music and ain’t n0body leaving

n0body wants to leave without closure, even little kids are fascinated by the cobra

then you see it and my hand come closer

curious, just like a human is supposed to

in my hand is a metal little box, an extension of my mind, evil little thoughts

usually keep it shut, very often never locks

stick around for a minute, might show you what i got

 

[chorus: bukshot]

my lunchbox

on my side i keep it in its depths i hide my weakness

my lunchbox

never will i leave it deep inside i write my secrets

my lunchbox

people wanna know what’s inside (inside)

people wanna know what’s inside my lunchbox

people wanna know what’s inside (inside)

people wanna know what’s inside (inside)

 

[verse 2: bukshot]

take my lunchbox everywhere i go

everyone around me when they see it wants to know

what’s inside

there is no light when the moon is right, i think you better go

reflection’s what i am or in the depths of it

what i have, how i got it, other men covet

strings hanging off my back i’m a rogue puppet

i’ma weirdo in fact and i sure love it

hit the latch, watch ’em take a deep breath

pull out a mask, watch ’em shake and sweat

pull the mac, spill blood

get your feet wet, don’t ask unless you think you can cheat death(esham-game of death)

[chorus: bukshot]

my lunchbox

on my side i keep it in its depths i hide my weakness

my lunchbox

never will i leave it deep inside i write my secrets

my lunchbox

people wanna know what’s inside (inside)

people wanna know what’s inside my lunchbox

people wanna know what’s inside (inside)

people wanna know what’s inside (inside)

 

[verse 3: bukshot]

good boys always pack their lunch

remember boys and girls psychos have to eat too

might be wrong but i got this hunch

the hunter’s on the prowl with a box full of toys (box full of toys)

you might think that i’m some kind of maniac trapped in a fantasy world like castlevania

pulling something out my tool kit raping ya

metal to the skull, brain+matter out the cranium

f+ck your team b+tch, i’m a poor sport

got some evil on my mind i’m from hordor

putting holes in your body like spongebob(cheddarbob)

don’t f+ck with the weirdo and his lunchbox

 

[chorus: bukshot]

my lunchbox

on my side i keep it in its depths i hide my weakness

my lunchbox

never will i leave it deep inside i write my secrets

my lunchbox

people wanna know what’s inside (inside)

people wanna know what’s inside my lunchbox

people wanna know what’s inside (inside)

people wanna know what’s inside (inside)

March 8, 2023
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Let's take a moment to thank our sponsors over at Reese's buttercup for today's fastbreak🍫

Esham- intermittent fasting video

March 8, 2023
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Time to get back to the game of death(FFF)

Hears one that can help set the moodpopcorn

 

Three years later, and it's another album

Three more bodies and they still haven't found them

The Dragon has returned to finish what he started

People gotta burn so I'm checking off these targets

Can paint a little picture for ya with your momma’s blood

Can fuck your sister 'fore I kill her cause I'm just a slut

Chop chop chop your favorite rapper up in pieces just because

I don't like his fucking music plu-plus it gives me a buzz

Say I'm washed up, why they in my laundry then?

Drain the blood up in a bucket from the clothes I shot 'em in

Keep the bodies in my basement in a little fridge

I don't have a guilty conscience, not even a little bit

Think you got me cornered, bitch I got escape routes

While you're in my dungeon looking I'll be in my safe house (safe house)

Counting money but my victims don't have options

Left 'em underground and so they're laying dead and noxious

 

 

[Chorus: Bukshot]

It's 3:33 The Dragon's gotta feed

Meet me in the mosh-pit

I'mma make 'em bleed

It's 3:33 my people's gotta eat

Promise you the bomb's lit

Smithereens

 

[Bridge: Bukshot]

Helter Skelter

H-helter Skelter

Helter Skelter

B-b-blood is what I need

Helter Skelter

H-helter Skelter

Helter Skelter

Th-th-three thirty-three

 

[Verse 2: Bukshot]

I've been on the internet, watching all these sensitive motherfuckers talking shit

I don't think they want to live

They're acting suicidal cause they got to meet their idol

It didn't go as planned, watch supporters turn to rivals

They found out that their favorite rapper was a pillhead

The show tonight was canceled, least that's what the bill said

Raging maniac, I can be a lunatic

Pay me on the low right now and I'll come through and shoot a bitch

I'm not a rapper either homie, I just act like one

The truth, I'm really just a killer having lots of fun

I got these bitches fooled they think I rap for cash

They think this shit is fake every time I put on the mask

Haters never get it wonder why my beats so cold

Cause I don't pay for tracks, Seven gives me beats for souls

But honestly I'm only out for blood to spill your guts

I know your favorite rappers, half of them ain't got no nuts

 

[Chorus: Bukshot]

It's 3:33 The Dragon's gotta feed

Meet me in the mosh-pit

I'mma make 'em bleed

It's 3:33 my people's gotta eat

Promise you the bomb's lit

Smithereens

 

[Bridge: Bukshot]

Helter Skelter

H-helter Skelter

Helter Skelter

B-b-blood is what I need

Helter Skelter

H-helter Skelter

Helter Skelter

Th-th-three thirty-three

March 8, 2023
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Tech n9ne- strange music box

 

Aww, dwaamn!

Do y'all realize what y'all done did? Hihih!

Y'all done opened up a can of sick-ass

And I'm about to eat y'all quick-fast, hey

 

I've been hibernatin' in the deepest darkest part of Necroplis

Now that I'm poppin' it's top, yes I'm the opposite of monogomous

Menage' ya, get offed with it in this box a bit

Hostile is gotta get twisted n off with this apocolypse

Hollarin' (Tech-Tech N9ne-N9ne shit, I'm loving it)

I'm a drug to this grudge an this RIP my covenant, I'll plug a bitch

Lovin' this mug is what the ruggest is, psycho thug with it

Fallin' down like Michael Douglas with the ruggishness

Addadamean, they wonderin' why did I bring this side of my dream?

The Nina's a horror machine, dollar for dollar, I balla for all of my green

Nigga, my name is Inigo Montoya, I got an evil plan for ya

And your about to get dropped, this box is worse than Pandora

Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!

They're all gonna laugh at you, cause I had to do what I had to do

When tappin' you like shaba do, beatin' 'em up and shootin' 'em up then stab a few

Sad ya knew that your hands are cool and they ass are through

I'm killin' and throwin' 'em back at you(pass the axe)

 

That's what's happenin', Strange Music Box

Got us tappin' in, Strange Music Box

Bump then slap again (Why?), Strange Music knocks

Back up openin', Strange Music Box

 

See once they open my lid I'mma give it to 'em

Ever since I was a lil bitty kid I've been truly ruined

I reflected on what I did before I ran into 'em

I used to be a fat jerk now I flirt because the scent of a woman

Now I don't act like, walk like, the nigga that you used to know

Now I sing and rap about the strange life, it's beautiful

Tell it to 'em like a Genu-is, spit it out like I thought you knew

Bubblin', hope you hear me Thizz, prayin' to God I make it through

Kali Baby, check my strange box of tricks

Kaliko alley cat, lyrical, watch his lips

He can go really fast, slow it down and stop that shit

Or make it (Dumb) to make sure you niggas got that shit

I'm just playin' with music, I'm the elite heat speech chief

Play me and watch they feet turn Beat Street

Cause I'm blowin' out they socks, The Freddie Foxxx of my block

Theres somethin' strange goin' on in that box, Kali Baby!

 

Spiderman, off of this lyrical Vicodin(eardrug musick)

Off of this here we go I get it in

Spittin' that petro, let go, Tech know sets blow (Kaboom)

Come see about me nigga

Figure this I'mma get venomous takin' out ten of us

Niggas is sweet like cinnamon, wait, but then again

I'mma pick up the pen again, bit 'em in half, blood bath

Then I'mma laugh, then I'mma smash

Then I'mma ash, then I'mma blast first

Then I'mma send him his ending cut em up(em stan song)

Fuckin him up the rectum I dissect the man

I'mma try to eat the neck and hand

Slice him up like a Mexican

Seconds then his body is fricassee shit is bleedin you should see him or you can be him

I got dead human being in the freezer, I'm a believer

I ain't no Wally Cleaver but I carry a meat cleaver

I speak geek to people, I'm lethal, a little strange

I eat it with cream of wheat and some butter thats mixed with brains

I'm the Coathanga Strangla

Hangin' him up, he's fried rice, he tried twice

He's dry ice, tell 'em Tech N9ne

March 8, 2023
7:50 pm
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Mastamind- The box

 

This what you get when you open the box

Shits hot, electrick shock

Follow my religion like a priest 

Put your everlasting faith in me

See through the bullshit, fxck the fakery

Hip hop but it's not reel life, shit is toxic, mite be a chemical spill tonight(brain chemical spill/mental stress)

Don't nobody love me like you do, don't fake it to this sacredness voodoo, I'm your god for now

Until you decide to straighten or betray your vows 

The wicket shxt never died ,never died 

The future haunted by my past of what I did and what I said 

Ancient secret to the game, unlock mastamind- the hell razor never stop hell raising, shit I do beyond imagination.

Open up the box you get a secret, join the Darkside if you can't be it(hoodoo-darkside/star wars)

Giving you medication that's needed(eardrug musick)

Making you see shit how I see it

Hypnotize ya, criminalize ya, take you to hell, watch me demonize ya.

Surprised ya still gonna ride with a ryda

White Lyte in ya face, pull down the visor

If you with me, I wreckonize ya(mayday)

Not fuck it, I'm not a good apologizer

Turn the world upside down, capsize ya(fitted/snapback)

Ya feeling empty, I'm your souls provider(empty stomach/hungry)

Listen up hear me out, I ain't never scared, I'll show you what the fear about

Inception, for the pure recollection, mysterious mutha fucka, so many questions(incredibley incredible collection worthy of an erection)

Why the fuck knot, open up the puzzle box?

Do you trust me or not?

Thou shall not put you in danger, unless I lose it and go with the anger(Eminem-just lose it)

Killer, let your face of death show(take off the mask, Jason)(wraith)

You just never know, extra terrestrial (martian)

Been on the planned it a minute, hip to your slang and your game and your gimmicks

Let me give you a puzzle you can't finish, of course you don't understand the game if you ain't in it, the answer to your riddle?

You ain't sharp enough to cut through the thickness

If I gotta die for your sins that's what the hell I'll do, will take a lifetime to figure this out(documentary), open the box see what this wicket shxt about

March 8, 2023
8:22 pm
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Eminem-music box

Yo, yeah, girl

Can you hear that? It's playing our song

Are you sleepy? Take a nap

You're not afraid of the dark, are you?

You hear the beat as it makes you not wanna go to sleep

I knock on Dakota's door, it's locked, so I go to creep

Round the back with binoculars, not 'cause I wanna peep

But because I'm hungry, she smells like tacos I wanna eat

Visions of hot chocolaty marshmallows are so sweet

With sugar plums, oh, look, here comes Marshall, he's on your street

He's placing hot, smoldering charcoals beneath your feet

Now walk on 'em(walk the line), he's dancing with carcasses, cheek to cheek(cheeky way of saying dance with the dead)

Like a Thanksgiving turkey, a holiday ham

Cinnamon sprinkled on toast, strawberry marmalade jam

Flavor my favorite graham crackers with JonBenét Rams'

I guess a modern day Jack the Ripper is all that I am, my music box(jeckel brother/Hyde's word)

'Cause when the lights are off, I see the girl's asleep (my music box)

But I can hear you, my love, you keep calling me (my music box)

Although we're worlds apart, you mean the world to me (my music box)

So once you call, I come, I will answer (my music box)

'Cause when the lights are off, I see the girl's asleep (my music box)

I hear my music box playing a song for me (my music box)

So won't you twirl around and do a whirl for me (my music box)

And would you be my private little dancer? (My music box)

I almost look comatose, who wants to be sober? Gross

I foam like a Doberman, mouth open, I overdose

Put coke up my nostrils, in both my holes, and I plug my nose

My pupils quadruple in size,(students) eyes are so bugged, I know

I put on my mother's makeup, (clown) get naked and run around

Wavin' the gun around, I think I'm down to a hundred pounds

There's thunder, I wonder how come it rains but the sun is out(detritus/detroit-us)

The devil's upset with his wife, they must be sluggin'(duke'n) it out(esham and VJ)

I must be buggin' the fuck out, but what the fuck about?

Voices are leading me up to the attic, I love my house

They pull and they tug my blouse, the sound of a music box

Comes from inside a toy chest, but what do I do? It's locked

I pick it and open it, but it's stuffed full of human parts

I dig 'til I find it, I wind it up and the tune/toon just starts

It's playing a song, so beautiful and the room is dark

The moon is full, I smell a funeral,(smell of the rain) guess I'll loom in the park, my music box

'Cause when the lights are off, I see the girl's asleep (my music box)

But I can hear you, my love, you keep calling me (my music box)

Although we're worlds apart, you mean the world to me (my music box)

So once you call, I come, I will answer (my music box)

'Cause when the lights are off, I see the girl's asleep (my music box)

I hear my music box playing a song for me (my music box)

So won't you twirl around and do a whirl for me (my music box)

And would you be my private little dancer? (My music box)

I'm fixated on asphyxiating and breakin' this little chick's

Neck like a pixie stick

The sick, Satan-worshippin' bitches get horse-whippin's

I'm in the back, through the back door, slip in through the crack(I slipped a disc-vj)

Leavin' the corpse drippin',(clown blood) the mortician of love, sent from above

Forced entry, the more wenchy, the more stingy I become

Been doin' this for more than a quarter century, I'm just numb

Am I dreamin', is it real? Someone pinch me on the buns(being princess Leah)

The time has come to tie her up, gotta roll me the ladder

I've had enough of the chatter, climb up to the window, look at her

Then climb in slow to shatter her brain matter (scatterbrain-icp) and batter her(Louisville slugger)

With a bat, a matter of fact that will splatter her

But before I do that, I'll have a chat to flatter her

Give her two compliments, back-to-back, like Tabatha

I'm your secret admirer, I'm back to ravish ya

So strong is your fight, but you're no match for Dracula

Prolonging her plight,(icp album releases) as I go back to stabbin' her(back stabber)

Dismember her limbs,(diss psy/MNE/etc soldiers) simple as that, cadaver her

Zoom in with the lens, then pan back, the camera

Stand back, 'cause here comes your man, Jack, so Pamela, my music box

'Cause when the lights are off, I see the girl's asleep (my music box)

But I can hear you, my love, you keep calling me (my music box)

Although we're worlds apart, you mean the world to me (my music box)

So once you call, I come, I will answer (my music box)

'Cause when the lights are off, I see the girl's asleep (my music box)

I hear my music box playing a song for me (my music box)

So won't you twirl around and do a whirl for me (my music box)

And would you be my private little dancer? (My music box)

March 8, 2023
8:34 pm
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I share the contents of my bag because I feel benevolent!!!

Esham- benevolent 

March 8, 2023
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Inside my mind I'm trying to find a way out

But ain't no way out, I just gotta let it play out

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