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Go here: http://www.gizoogle.net/textilizer.php

Translate the lyrics of a song, post the results here, then people try to guess what the song is.

>> No.36033602

After muthafuckin yearz of waiting
Nothang came
As yo' game flashed before yo' eyes
Yo ass realize

I’m a reasonable man
get off, git off, git off mah case
I’m a reasonable man
get off mah case, git off mah case

After muthafuckin yearz of waiting

After muthafuckin yearz of waiting
Nothang came
And you realize yo' looking, lookin up in tha wack place

I’m a reasonable man
get off mah case, git off mah case
I’m a reasonable man
get off mah case, git off mah case, git off mah case

I’m a reasonable man
get off mah case, git off mah case, git off mah case

After muthafuckin yearz of waiting

I’m a reasonable man
get off mah case, git off mah case, git off mah case
I’m a reasonable dude,
get off mah case, git off mah case, git off mah case

I’m a reasonable dude,
get off mah case, git off mah case, git off mah case
I’m a reasonable dude,
get off mah case, git off mah case, git off mah case

>> No.36033646
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36033646

Yo ass is 18 year oldschool hoe whoz ass live up in lil' small-ass hood up in Japan.
Yo ass heard me,
on tha radio.
Bout one year ago n' you wanted ta know,
all bout me,
and mah hobbies.
My fuckin straight-up chicken n' mah birthday

Why is you so far away from me?
I need help n' yo ass is way across tha sea
I could never bust a nut on you - I be thinkin it would be wrong
I've gots yo' letter
you've gots mah song

They don't make stationery like dis where I be from - so fragile, so refined
So I sniff
and I lick
your envelope n' fall ta lil pieces every last muthafuckin time
I wonder what tha fuck threadz you wear ta school
I wonder how tha fuck you decorate yo' room
I wonder how tha fuck you bust a nut on yo ass
and curse mah dirty ass fo' bein across tha sea

Why is you so far away from me?
I need help n' yo ass is way across tha sea
I could never bust a nut on you - I be thinkin it would be wrong
I've gots yo' letter
you've gots mah song

At 10 I shaved mah head n' tried ta be a monk
I thought tha olda dem hoes wanna me if i did
Yo ass peep mom, I be a phat lil boy
It aint nuthin but all yo' fault, momma.
It aint nuthin but all yo' fault

Goddamn, dis bidnizz is straight-up lame
I gotta live on a island ta find tha juice
So you bust me
your love
from all round tha ghetto
As if I could live on lyrics n' trips n' a mazillion screams
oh, how tha fuck I need a hand up in mine ta feel.

Why is you so far away from me?
Why is you so far away from me?
I could never bust a nut on you - I be thinkin it would be wrong
I've gots yo' letter
you've gots mah song
I've gots yo' letter
you've gots mah song

>> No.36033649

>>36033602
Half of that is how Thom pronounces it anyways

>> No.36033660

I be gettin lost up in yo' curls
I be drawin pictures on yo' skin, so soft it twirls
I wanna bust a nut on yo' looks when you git mean
I know I shouldn't say so but when you claw me like a cold-ass lil cat
I be beaming

I wanna bust a nut on tha way you squeeze mah hand
Pullin me tha fuck into another dream, a lucid dream
I be gettin lost up in yo' curls
I be gettin crushed up on tha thangs dat only I should see
And not fo' thugs, they just fo' me, hurry ta rap from far away

I can peep you, you curl yo' fists n' you pull yo' hair
When we ridin' solo I wanna say
Letz just stay in, no onez here up in our crib, babe

Put on tha dress dat I like
It make me so wild-ass though I can't say why
Keep on yo' stockings fo' a while
Some kind of magic up in tha way yo ass is lyin there

I be gettin lost up in yo' curls
I be gettin rushed back on a whim, our breaths git wind
Back ta tha time when we was green
I know our crazy asses have chizzled but I still grin 'cause I be locked n loaded ta peep you

Back ta tha time I touched yo' hair
When I was so scared ta look dat mean, I be thinkin itz weird

I be gettin lost up in yo' curls
I be gettin crushed up on tha thangs dat only I should see
They're not fo' thugs, they just fo' me
Girl, we could rap far away

It aint nuthin but so hard fo' me only ta git tha urge ta lick you there
When we ridin' solo I wanna say
Letz just stay in, no onez here up in our crib, babe

Put on tha threadz dat I like
It make me so wild-ass though I can't say why
Keep on yo' stockings fo' a while
Some kind of magic up in tha way yo ass is lyin there

Put on yo' threadz dat I like
It make me so wild-ass though I can't say why
Keep on yo' stockings fo' a while
Some kind of magic up in tha way you rap bout your

Blue eyeshadow, it aint exactly blue, no
And if you too call it anythang but yo' blue

>> No.36033661

Gilez Corey, bloody, gory,
we will redress yo' wrongs
bloody, battered,
nothang matters,
somehow, just make it worse

and I couldn't give a fuckin shiznit if I live or die,
because I ain't eva goin ta no other side,
there ain't no heaven n' there ain't no hell,
but I be a sinner so itz all just as well

therez a thugged-out devil on mah back
therez a thugged-out devil on mah legs,
therez a thugged-out devil on mah chest
therez a thugged-out devil on mah neck

and of a wicked physick came
all tha heavy stones
to fall wit crushin weight upon
all of dem playas whoz ass can't become a pimp

I've been beatboxin like a cold-ass lil lil pimp all up in tha bottom of a well
I've been pacin like a playa up in a prison cell
I be buried above tha ground
and noone knows anything

is dis real

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36033692

>>36033660
>Bust a nut

>> No.36033698

>>36033660
Bluish

>> No.36033703

Da fact dat all kindsa muthafuckin books still name tha Beatlez "the top billin or most dope or most influential" rock crew eva only drops some lyrics ta you how tha fuck far rock noize still is from becomin a straight-up art.

>> No.36033706

Spread eagle cross tha block

I fuck tha beatz, I make it cum
I fuck tha noize wit mah serpent tongue

Wanna brew, have no fear, comes n' goes, playa itz here
No one knows, feels so weird, when it blows all up in mah bones
I gots a jones fo' it, I wanna know more
Cause itz 'bout what tha fuck I gots ta show fo' it

I want some mo' of it, I want too much
I gots so bugged out wit it, I blasted it up
Wanna light mah torch wit it n' git all fucked up

What tha fuck iz it, where is it, how tha fuck will it affect me
Fuck dat shit, I need dat shits bound ta be tha dirtnap of me
Fuck buyin it I be takin it n' pluggin it wit no muthafucka

Cause all I straight-up need is some def shiznit ta mob
Like rollin down tha street ta tha beat of a funky-ass blow thang

I own dat shit, on some throw back shit, you already know dat shit
Yo ass even know 'bout how tha fuck I know tha playa whoz ass grows that, biatch

Yo ass can't loot it wit yo' scrilla, you can't find it overseas
It aint nuthin but one of dem thangs dat seems outlandish 'til you have it aint a thugged-out dream
As fo' me, I be def wit it n' thatz aiiiight cause itz mah thang

>> No.36033720

>>36033706
What tha fuck iz it, where is it, how tha fuck will it affect me
Work dat angle 'til itz beveled, curve of tha blade doubled
Edge made ta bleed tha struggle, dopest believe tha gamez a hustle
Observer of tha strange occurrences, conjurer of tha subtle
Unseen but felt disturbances dat burst a funky-ass biiiatches bubble

That’s right itz all mine, it’s all mine never was yours
Like how tha fuck you wait up in line while I strutt straight all up in tha door, straight all up in the..
Hear you say suttin' but ain't nothing, spectators ignored
Pay no mind ta dat chump's, just a playa hatin' whore

I fuck tha beatz, I make it cum
I fuck tha noize wit mah serpent tongue

Ain’t no funk if tha aliens can't have none

How tha fuck I fuck it dirty, how tha fuck I make it twitch n' scream
How tha fuck it screams oh baby hurt me, work me ta tha bone oh please
How tha fuck I bend tha rhythm over n' hit, hit, hit it on mah knees
Give, give, give it up, I need all dat shiznit tha time

Bleed it on tha drop of a gangbangin' finger-lickin' dime, down ta pound it 'til it shines
Moonlit lake of blood red wine, make no mistake, I make it mine

Break shiznit down n' make it grind ta tha groove used ta align
Da cascadin shadez of jaded blues wit these rhymes
Nuclear steeze creeps n' winds
Through secrets behind n' between every last muthafuckin time I scream

Shiznit is mine, itz all mine
All tha time, shiznit is mine

>> No.36033740

I be a architect, they call me a funky-ass butcher
I be a pioneer, they call me primitive
I be purity, they call me perverted
Holdin you but I only miss these thangs when they leave

I be idiot sticky-icky-icky hive, tha virgin, tha tattered n' tha torn
Life is fo' tha cold made warm n' they is just lizards
Self-disgust is self-obsession honey n' I do as I please
A moralitizzle obedient, only ta tha cleansed repented

I be stronger than Mensa, Milla n' Mailer
I spat up Plath n' Pinter
I be all tha thangs dat you regret
A truth dat washes dat learnt how tha fuck ta spell

Da last time you peep yo ass naked you cry
Soft skin now acne, foul breath, so broken
Dude loves me truly dis mute solitude I be draining
I know I believe up in not a god damn thang but it is mah nothing

Sleep can't hide tha thoughts splittin all up in mah mind
Shadows aren't clean, false mirrors too nuff playas awake
If you stand up like a nail then yo big-ass booty is ghon be knocked down
I've been too real wit mah dirty ass I should have lied like dem hoes else

I be stronger than Mensa, Milla n' Mailer
I spat up Plath n' Pinter
I be all tha thangs dat you regret
A truth dat washes dat learnt how tha fuck ta spell, learnt ta spell

So damn easy as fuck ta cave in, playa kills every last muthafuckin thang
So damn easy as fuck ta cave in, playa kills every last muthafuckin thang
So damn easy as fuck ta cave in, playa kills every last muthafuckin thang
So damn easy as fuck ta cave in, playa kills every last muthafuckin thang

>> No.36033741

And now, I will be posting all of ITAOTS.

When you was lil' you was tha mackdaddy of carrot flowers
And how tha fuck you built a tower tumblin all up in tha trees
In holy rattlesnakes dat fell tha fuck all round yo' feet

And yo' momma would stick a gangbangin' fork right tha fuck into daddyz shoulder
And daddy would throw tha garbage all across tha floor
As we would lay n' learn what tha fuck each otherz bodies was for

And dis is tha room one afternoon I knew I could ludd you
And from above you how tha fuck I sank tha fuck into yo' soul
Into dat secret place where no one dares ta go

And yo' momma would drank until dat biiiiatch was no longer bustin lyrics
And daddy would trip of all tha different ways ta die
Each one a lil mo' than his schmoooove ass could dare ta try

>> No.36033745

Dude slept up in mah bed afta I filled his body wit insects n' panic n' grandfather sewn seeds
I was useless inside him; trade organs fo' oceans
Is there a vaccine fo' this, biatch?
To clean up all tha unborn kids?
Ohhhhhhh

Dude broke me phat where tha landlord left scars
Emptied all tha bedrooms ta reclaim tha stretch marks
Us thugs was ta our throats up in grass
We tore down tha treehouses
And our brothers was kindlin fo' tha ludd joints dat we couldn't sing
Ohhhhhh

'Cause our phat asses drowned all our joints up in tha bathtub
Yo ass could hear dem way up in tha rafters
And tha preachers chillin up in tha attic stole dem all fo' scriptures
We rap not a god damn thang now, our mothers ask our asses how
We pray wit tha lights up fo' joints ta fill our grills
Ohhhhhh

>> No.36033757
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36033757

I wish da thug was mah boyfriend
I wish da thug was mah boyfriend
I'd ludd his ass till tha straight-up end
But instead he is just a gangbangin' playa
I wish da thug was mah boyfriend

Therez not a god damn thang worse than chillin all ridin' solo at home
And waitin waitin waitin waitin waitin by tha phone
I hope dat he up in da crib waitin by his thugged-out lil' phone
I wonder if he knows dat I want him

I wish da thug was mah boyfriend
I wish da thug was mah boyfriend
I'd ludd his ass till tha straight-up end
But instead he is just a gangbangin' playa
I wish da thug was mah boyfriend

Da other hoe aint like me
Dat hoe prettier n' skinnier
Bitch has a cold-ass lil college degree
I dropped up when I was seventeen
If I could only git her outta tha picture
Then da thug would know how tha fuck much I want him

One dizzle I be bout ta make his ass mine
And we'll be together all tha time
We bout ta sit n' peep tha sunrise
And gaze tha fuck into each otherz eyes
I know dat he knows
Know dat he knows
I know dat da thug wants ta be mah boyfriend
Boyfriend
Boyfriend

I'd ludd his ass till tha straight-up end
But instead he is just a gangbangin' playa
I wish da thug was mah boyfriend
I wish da thug was mah boyfriend

I'd ludd his ass till tha straight-up end
But instead he is just a gangbangin' playa
I wish da thug was mah boyfriend

>> No.36033767

I entered some Robert Wyatt lyrics and they came out nearly unchanged. Shit sucks, yo. Can't deal with poetry.

>> No.36033770

September 9, 2001. Gary n' I was skatin at a hospitizzle on top of a big-ass hill overlookin a valley.
An ambulizzle came n' took up a thugged-out dead biatch. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Gary axed mah crazy ass why dat biiiiatch wasn't movin or blinking. They hadn't closed her eyes yet. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch must have took a dirt nap on tha way fo' realz. A hoopty full of crew n' playaz came up in wit tha ambulance.
They was all bustin up like a biatch n' huggin each other n' shit. One biatch screamed hysterically n' grabbed all up in tha biatchz body askin her ta wake up. I had ta tell Gary dat her ass went ta Heaven. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch.
I didn't believe a word of it yo, but I knew it'd be easier fo' his ass ta understand. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka!
Two minutes from now, at 9 AM, tha planes will hit tha Ghetto Trade Center cappin' over 3,000 people.
I'ma tell Gary dat there is no God, n' all of dis is meaningless.
But todizzle, there be a Dogg fo' realz. And dat schmoooove muthafucka has a plan fo' his muthafuckin ass.
Dude don't give a fuck it yo, but a year from now, our crew is ghon be torn apart n' I'ma move far away n' won't peep or rap ta his ass fo' five years.
And as we sit on tha hood of our car, tha sun goes down n' he asks me what tha fuck I want outta mah game. I tell his ass I don't give a fuck.

>> No.36033773

The Disintegration Loops is based on Basinski's attempts to salvage earlier recordings made on magnetic tape, by transferring them into digital format; however, the tape had physically deteriorated to the point that, as it passed by the Tape Head, the ferrite detached from the plastic backing and fell off. Basinski has said that he finished the project the morning of the September 11 attacks on the World Trade Center in New York City, and sat on the roof of his apartment building in Brooklyn with friends listening to the project as the WTC towers collapsed.[2] In 2011, Basinski corrected earlier reports where he described recording the last hour of daylight of 9/11 in NYC with a video camera focused on the smoke where the towers were from a neighbor's roof, then set the first loop as the soundtrack to that footage. Stills from the video were used as the covers for the set of four CDs.

>> No.36033777

>>36033741
I gots a straight-up boner fo' you Jizzy Christ
Jizzy Christ, I gots a straight-up boner fo' you, yeaaaa I do
I gots a straight-up boner fo' you Jizzy Christ
Jizzy Christ, I gots a straight-up boner fo' you, yeaaaa I do

And on tha lazy minutes
Da dawgs dissolve n' drain away
Da ghetto it goes n' always waits
Da dizzle we is awaiting

Up n' over, we go all up in tha wave n' undertow
I'ma float until I learn how tha fuck ta swim
Inside mah mutha up in a garbage bin
Until I find mah dirty ass again, again

Up n' over we go wit grills open wide n' spittin still
I'ma spit until I learn how tha fuck ta speak
Up all up in tha doorway as tha sideboardz creak
With dem eva proclaimin me, me

Up n' over we go, tha weight it sits on down n' I don't give a fuck
I'ma shout until they know what tha fuck I mean
I mean tha marriage of a thugged-out dead dawg sing
And a synthetic flyin machine, machine

>> No.36033782

>>36033773
Da Disintegration Loops is based on Basinskiz attempts ta salvage earlier recordings made on magnetic tape, by transferrin dem tha fuck into digital format; however, tha tape had physically deteriorated ta tha point that, as it passed by tha Tape Head, tha ferrite detached from tha plastic backin n' fell tha git tha fuck outta mah grill wit dat bullshit. Basinski has holla'd dat he finished tha project tha mornin of tha September 11 attacks on tha Ghetto Trade Center up in New York City, n' sat on tha roof of his crib buildin up in Brooklyn wit playaz listenin ta tha project as tha WTC towers collapsed.[2] In 2011, Basinski erected earlier reports where da ruffneck busted lyrics bout recordin tha last minute of daylight of 9/11 up in NYC wit a vizzle camera focused on tha smoke where tha towers was from a neighborz roof, then set tha straight-up original gangsta loop as tha soundtrack ta dat footage. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Stills from tha vizzle was used as tha covers fo' tha set of four CDs.

>> No.36033793

>>36033602
3.6/10

>> No.36033799

>>36033782
Da Disintegration Loops is based on Basinskiz attempts ta salvage earlier recordings made on magnetic tape, by transferrin dem tha fuck tha fuck into digital format; however, tha tape had physically deteriorated ta tha point that, as it passed by tha Tape Head, tha ferrite detached from tha plastic backin n' fell tha fuck tha git tha fuck outta mah grill wit dat bullshit. Basinski has holla'd dat he finished tha project tha mornin of tha September 11 attacks on tha Ghetto Trade Center up in New York City, n' sat on tha roof of his crib buildin up in Brooklyn wit playaz listenin ta tha project as tha WTC towers collapsed.[2] In 2011, Basinski erected earlier reports where da ruffneck busted lyrics bout recordin tha last minute of daylight of 9/11 up in NYC wit a vizzle camera focused on tha smoke where tha towers was from a neighborz roof, then set tha straight-up original gangsta gangsta loop as tha soundtrack ta dat footage. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Stills from tha vizzle was used as tha covers fo' tha set of four CDs.

>> No.36033800
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36033800

It goes, it goes, it goes, it goes
Guillotine, yah

Sit up in tha dark n' ponder how
I be fit ta make tha bottom fall all up in tha floor
And they all fall down, yah (It goes, it goes, it goes, it goes, yah!)
Out of tha shadows barrage of witch tongue
Cobra spit over apocalyptic cult killa cauldron smoke
Stomp noize seriously, yah (It goes, it goes, it goes, it goes)
Can't stop tha groove licks jaws clear off dem locks relentless raw movement
Fit ta knock you from here ta dat g-spot body rock connected
To every last muthafuckin thang you want, eva did want, we gots it why not come git it
Stick yo' head up in dat hole n' peep me drop dis cold guillotine dirtnap sentence, yah, yah

Hidden art, between n' beneath, every last muthafuckin fragmented, figure of speech
Tongue up in reverse, whenever tha beat, causes mah jaws ta booty-call out, yah
Da screens flashin red, can't peep shiznit but heads
Spinnin exorcist like hoodz outta orbit off tha edge
Off mine axis whippin all up in doors ta far mo' than all that’s eva been holla'd, yah
Tie tha chord kick tha chair n' yo ass is dead, yah

Head of a trick up in a funky-ass bucket, body of a trick up in a funky-ass bag
And thrown up in tha fire like fuck it, gotta burn it before it goes bad
One too nuff times been disgusted by tha stench of rot is such a thugged-out drag, yah
Git broke by tha street like blood stained glass, yah
Choke on these nuts 'til tha straight-up last, yah (It goes, it goes, it goes, it goes)
Serial number, cappin' machine, tha illest of means
To a end built on tha filthy sound, yo ass is fuckin wit, yah

Tinted windows, cap-proof, tha slip knot fixin rope ta noose
To tha grave stone grinder of cold steel, tha boner dat blindz me so I feel, yah
Can't let go, no it flows all up in our veins
Blows all up in our tunnels n' rattlez our chains n' they all fall down, yah

>> No.36033813

>>36033799
Da Disintegration Loops is based on Basinskiz attempts ta salvage earlier recordings made on magnetic tape, by transferrin dem tha fuck tha fuck tha fuck into digital format; however, tha tape had physically deteriorated ta tha point that, as it passed by tha Tape Head, tha ferrite detached from tha plastic backin n' fell tha fuck tha fuck tha git tha fuck outta mah grill wit dat bullshit. Basinski has holla'd dat he finished tha project tha mornin of tha September 11 attacks on tha Ghetto Trade Center up in New York City, n' sat on tha roof of his crib buildin up in Brooklyn wit playaz listenin ta tha project as tha WTC towers collapsed.[2] In 2011, Basinski erected earlier reports where da ruffneck busted lyrics bout recordin tha last minute of daylight of 9/11 up in NYC wit a vizzle camera focused on tha smoke where tha towers was from a neighborz roof, then set tha straight-up original gangsta gangsta gangsta loop as tha soundtrack ta dat footage. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Stills from tha vizzle was used as tha covers fo' tha set of four CDs.

>> No.36033817

His daddy was a thugged-out drinker
And his crazy-ass mutha cried up in bed
Foldin Jizzy Weezyz T-shirts
When tha swingset hit his head
Da neighbors they adored him
For his humor n' his conversation
Look underneath tha doggy den there
Find tha few livin thangs
Rottin fast up in they chill of tha dead
Twenty-seven people, even more
They was thugs wit they cars, summer thangs
Oh mah God

Is you one of them?

Dude dressed up like a cold-ass lil clown fo' them
With his wild lil' grill paint white n' red
And on his dopest behavior
In a thugged-out dark room on tha bed he busted dem all
He'd bust a cap up in ten thousand people
With a sleight of his hand
Hustlin far, hustlin fast ta tha dead
Dude took off all they threadz fo' them
Dude put a cold-ass lil cloth on they lips
Quiet hands, on tha down-low kiss
On tha grill

And up in mah dopest behavior
I be straight-up just like him
Look beneath tha floorboards
For tha secrets I have hid

>> No.36033822

>>36033777
What a funky-ass dope face
I have found up in dis place
That is circlin all round tha sun
What a funky-ass dope dream
That could flash on tha screen
In a funky-ass blink of a eye n' be gone from me
Soft n' dope
Let me hold it close n' keep it here wit me

And one dizzle we will die
And our ashes will fly from tha aeroplane over tha sea
But fo' now we is young
Let our asses lay up in tha sun
And count every last muthafuckin dope thang we can see
Ludd ta be
In tha armz of all I be keepin here wit me

What a cold-ass lil curious game
Our thugged-out asses have found here tonight
There is noize dat soundz on tha street
There is lights up in tha clouds
Annaz pimp all around
Hear her voice as itz rollin n' ringin all up in me
Soft n' dope
How tha fuck tha notes all bend n' reach above tha trees

Oh how tha fuck I remember you
How tha fuck I would push mah fingers through
Yo crazy-ass grill ta make dem musclez move
That made yo' voice so smooth n' dope
But now we keep where our phat asses don't give a fuck
All secrets chill up in winter clothes
Da one you loved so long ago
Now da ruffneck don't even know his name

What a funky-ass dope face
I have found up in dis place
That is circlin all round tha sun
And when we hook up on a cold-ass lil cloud
I be bout ta be bustin up loud
I be bout ta be bustin up wit mah playas I see
Can't believe how tha fuck strange it is ta be anythang at all

>> No.36033823

>>36033813
Da Disintegration Loops is based on Basinskiz attempts ta salvage earlier recordings made on magnetic tape, by transferrin dem tha fuck tha fuck tha fuck tha fuck into digital format; however, tha tape had physically deteriorated ta tha point that, as it passed by tha Tape Head, tha ferrite detached from tha plastic backin n' fell tha fuck tha fuck tha fuck tha git tha fuck outta mah grill wit dat bullshit. Basinski has holla'd dat he finished tha project tha mornin of tha September 11 attacks on tha Ghetto Trade Center up in New York City, n' sat on tha roof of his crib buildin up in Brooklyn wit playaz listenin ta tha project as tha WTC towers collapsed.[2] In 2011, Basinski erected earlier reports where da ruffneck busted lyrics bout recordin tha last minute of daylight of 9/11 up in NYC wit a vizzle camera focused on tha smoke where tha towers was from a neighborz roof, then set tha straight-up original gangsta gangsta gangsta gangsta loop as tha soundtrack ta dat footage. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Stills from tha vizzle was used as tha covers fo' tha set of four CDs.

>> No.36033825

>>36033813
Da Disintegration Loops is based on Basinskiz attempts ta salvage earlier recordings made on magnetic tape, by transferrin dem tha fuck tha fuck tha fuck tha fuck tha fuck into digital format; however, tha tape had physically deteriorated ta tha point that, as it passed by tha Tape Head, tha ferrite detached from tha plastic backin n' fell tha fuck tha fuck tha fuck tha fuck tha git tha fuck outta mah grill wit dat bullshit. Basinski has holla'd dat he finished tha project tha mornin of tha September 11 attacks on tha Ghetto Trade Center up in New York City, n' sat on tha roof of his crib buildin up in Brooklyn wit playaz listenin ta tha project as tha WTC towers collapsed.[2] In 2011, Basinski erected earlier reports where da ruffneck busted lyrics bout recordin tha last minute of daylight of 9/11 up in NYC wit a vizzle camera focused on tha smoke where tha towers was from a neighborz roof, then set tha straight-up original gangsta gangsta gangsta gangsta gangsta loop as tha soundtrack ta dat footage. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Stills from tha vizzle was used as tha covers fo' tha set of four CDs.

>> No.36033833

Yo ass is 18 year oldschool hoe whoz ass live up in lil' small-ass hood up in Japan.
Yo ass heard me,
on tha radio.
Bout one year ago n' you wanted ta know,
all bout me,
and mah hobbies.
My fuckin straight-up chicken n' mah birthday

Why is you so far away from me?
I need help n' yo ass is way across tha sea
I could never bust a nut on you - I be thinkin it would be wrong
I've gots yo' letter
you've gots mah song

They don't make stationery like dis where I be from - so fragile, so refined
So I sniff
and I lick
your envelope n' fall ta lil pieces every last muthafuckin time
I wonder what tha fuck threadz you wear ta school
I wonder how tha fuck you decorate yo' room
I wonder how tha fuck you bust a nut on yo ass
and curse mah dirty ass fo' bein across tha sea

Why is you so far away from me?
I need help n' yo ass is way across tha sea
I could never bust a nut on you - I be thinkin it would be wrong
I've gots yo' letter
you've gots mah song

At 10 I shaved mah head n' tried ta be a monk
I thought tha olda dem hoes wanna me if i did
Yo ass peep mom, I be a phat lil boy
It aint nuthin but all yo' fault, momma.
It aint nuthin but all yo' fault

Goddamn, dis bidnizz is straight-up lame
I gotta live on a island ta find tha juice
So you bust me
your love
from all round tha ghetto
As if I could live on lyrics n' trips n' a mazillion screams
oh, how tha fuck I need a hand up in mine ta feel.

Why is you so far away from me?
Why is you so far away from me?
I could never bust a nut on you - I be thinkin it would be wrong
I've gots yo' letter
you've gots mah song
I've gots yo' letter
you've gots mah song

>> No.36033848
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36033848

Can anybody find mah crazy ass some muthafucka ta love?
Each mornin I git up I take a thugged-out dirtnap a lil
Can barely stand on mah feet
Take a look up in tha mirror n' cry
Lord what tha fuck yo ass is bustin ta me
I have dropped all mah muthafuckin years up in believin you
But I just can't git no relief, Lord!
Somebody, some muthafucka
Can anybody find mah crazy ass some muthafucka ta love?

I work hard every last muthafuckin dizzle of mah game
I work till I ache mah bones
At tha end I take home mah hard gots pay all on mah own -
I git down on mah knees
And I start ta pray
Till tha tears run down from mah eyes
Lord - some muthafucka - some muthafucka
Can anybody find mah crazy ass - some muthafucka ta love?

(Dude works hard)

Everydizzle - I try n' I try n' I try -
But dem hoes wants ta put me down
They say I be goin' crazy
They say I gots a shitload of gin n juice up in mah dome
Got no common sense
I gots no muthafucka left ta believe
Yeah - yeah yeah yeah

Oh Lord
Some Muthafucka - some muthafucka
Can anybody find mah crazy ass some muthafucka ta love?

Got no feel, I gots no rhythm
I just keep losin mah beat
I be ok, I be aiiiight
Ain't gonna grill no defeat
I just gotta git outta dis prison cell
Somedizzle I be gonna be free, Lord!

Find mah crazy ass some muthafucka ta love
Can anybody find mah crazy ass some muthafucka ta love?

>> No.36033858

>>36033822
Two headed boy
All floatin up in glass
Da sun it has passed
Now itz blacker than black
I can hear as you tap on yo' jar
I be listenin ta hear where yo ass is
I be listenin ta hear where yo ass is

Two headed boy
Put on Sundizzle shoes
And dizzle round tha room ta accordion keys
With tha needle dat sings up in yo' heart
Catchin signals dat sound up in tha dark
Catchin signals dat sound up in tha dark
Us thugs will take off our clothes
And they'll be placin fingers all up in tha notches up in yo' spine
And when all is breaking
Everythang dat you could keep beside
Now yo' eyes ain't moving
Now they just lay there up in they climb

Two headed boy
With pulleys n' weights
Creatin a radio played just fo' two
In tha parlor wit a moon across her face
And all up in tha noize da perved-out muthafucka dopely displays
Silver speakers dat sparkle all day
Made fo' his wild lil' freak whoz floatin n' chokin wit her handz across her face
And up in tha dark we will take off our clothes
And they'll be placin fingers all up in tha notches up in yo' spine
And when all is breaking
Everythang dat you could keep beside
Now yo' eyes ain't moving
Now they just lay there up in they climb

Two headed boy
There is no reason ta grieve
Da ghetto dat you need is wrapped up in gold silver sleeves
Left beneath Chrizzle trees up in tha snow
And I'ma take you n' leave you alone
Watchin spiralz of white softly flow
Over yo' eyelidz n' all you did
Will wait until tha point when you let go

>> No.36033867

>>36033777
holy shit. this stuff is hialrious

>> No.36033869

>>36033825
>>36033823
shit gets insane:

Da Disintegration Loops is based on Basinskiz attempts ta salvage earlier recordings made on magnetic tape, by transferrin dem tha fuck tha fuck tha fuck tha fuck tha fuck tha fuck tha fuck tha fuck tha fuck tha fuck tha fuck tha fuck tha fuck tha fuck tha fuck tha fuck tha fuck tha fuck tha fuck tha fuck into digital format; however, tha tape had physically deteriorated ta tha point that, as it passed by tha Tape Head, tha ferrite detached from tha plastic backin n' fell tha fuck tha fuck tha fuck tha fuck tha fuck tha fuck tha fuck tha fuck tha fuck tha fuck tha fuck tha fuck tha fuck tha fuck tha fuck tha fuck tha fuck tha fuck tha fuck tha git tha fuck outta mah grill wit dat bullshit. Basinski has holla'd dat he finished tha project tha mornin of tha September 11 attacks on tha Ghetto Trade Center up in New York City, n' sat on tha roof of his crib buildin up in Brooklyn wit playaz listenin ta tha project as tha WTC towers collapsed.[2] In 2011, Basinski erected earlier reports where da ruffneck busted lyrics bout recordin tha last minute of daylight of 9/11 up in NYC wit a vizzle camera focused on tha smoke where tha towers was from a neighborz roof, then set tha straight-up original gangsta gangsta gangsta gangsta gangsta gangsta gangsta gangsta gangsta gangsta gangsta gangsta gangsta gangsta gangsta gangsta gangsta gangsta gangsta gangsta loop as tha soundtrack ta dat footage. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Right back up in yo muthafuck...

>> No.36033873

Goddamn you half-Japanese girls
Do it ta me every last muthafuckin time
Oh, tha redhead holla'd you shred tha cello
And I be jello, baby

But you won't talk, won't look, won't be thinkin of me
I be tha epitome of hood enemy
Why you wanna go n' do me like that?
Come down on tha street n' grind wit me

I be a shitload like you so please, hello, I be here, I be waiting
I be thinkin I'd be phat fo' you n' you'd be phat fo' me

I axed you ta git all up in tha Chronic Dizzle concert
Yo ass holla'd you never heard of them
(How tha fuck def is that?)
How tha fuck def is that?

So I went ta yo' room n' read yo' diary
Watchin Grunge Leg-drop New Jack all up in a press table
And then mah ass stopped
Listenin ta Cio-Cio San, fall up in ludd all over again

I be a shitload like you so please, hello, I be here, I be waiting
I be thinkin I'd be phat fo' you n' you'd be phat fo' me

How tha fuck wack is it, biatch? I can't rap bout it
I gotta rap bout it n' cook up a record of mah heart
How tha fuck wack is it, biatch? Won't you gimme a minute
Just come up ta me n' say wassup ta mah heart

How tha fuck wack is it, biatch? For all I know you want me too
And maybe you just don't give a fuck what tha fuck ta do
Or maybe yo ass is scared ta say
"I be fallin fo' you"

I wish I could git mah head outta tha sand
'Cause I be thinkin we'd cook up a phat crew
And you would keep mah fingernails clean
But thatz just a wack trip dat I won't realize
'Cause I can't even look up in yo' eyes without bobbin n' I ain't faking
I be bout ta brang home tha turkey if you brang home tha bacon

I be a shitload like you so please, hello, I be here, I be waiting
I be thinkin I'd be phat fo' you n' you'd be phat fo' me

I be a shitload like you
I be a shitload like you
I be a shitload like you
And I be waiting
I be thinkin I'd be phat fo' you n' you'd be phat fo' me

>> No.36033882

Goin back ta Tangier
With some jordans n' a spear
Post-chrisitan shit
Post chicken or tha egg addiction shit
Pass tha sherm stick
Neo-reality
Be tha freak you wanna see
Just dont gangbang me
Im on a journey to
Da center of three
Grab yo' fuckin chain n' drag you all up in tha bike lane
While everybodyz like no

I gots dis pregnant snake
Stay surrounded by long hairs
A plethroa of maniacs
And spiral stairs
Make yo' gin n juice break
In tha apple store
Sink or swim, whoz ass fuckin cares
Cut tha birth cords
Press send
Yeah thick
Gaga can't handle dis shit

Headed fo' tha sammy davis wing
Throw up a funky-ass black hole all up in tha entrizzle of linens n thangs
On tha way
Never call it a thugged-out day
Smoke up Teslaz grave fo' tha ninth time todizzle
Still on tha way
Bigger wigs

I be up in yo' area
I know tha straight-up original gangsta three numbers
When you come out
Yo crazy-ass shiznit is gone

You'll catch a jpeg ta tha head
über reach
Yo ass be a intern
On wikileaks
Most loved therefore most hated
Come n' knock on tha door we've been waitin fo' you
Game chizzler
Reclusive aggressive
Yingin n' yangin noided
Info warrior jack tha hacker
Da rollin stoner
Profit on fuck up

My fuckin existence be a
Momentary lapse of reason
Got tha DNA of gothic lemons
Shred it thirteen times
Out of eleven
Yo crazy-ass wack scams is tha ATM
Shed mah skin
Leave it fo' tha homeless
To chill it
Prodigal, fuck dat nautical
Teachin biiiatches how tha fuck ta swim

Now backstroke
Through yo' k-hole
Dont run
Ya might slip
Da tablez flipped now we gots all tha coconuts biiiatch

Burmese babies under each arm
Screamin dope joints
Da cray cray ultra contrarion
Havin conversations
With yo' hoopty alarm
When you come out
Yo crazy-ass shiznit is gone
Soon yo' crew is ghon be servin sandwiches named afta me
Vietnamese steez fool, please
Front row all up in tha mass games

Untracable by name
Yo ass drop a rhyme of our asses up in certain ciclez yo big-ass booty is ghon be dethroned or detained

>> No.36033894

And if they git me n' tha sun
Goes down tha fuck into tha ground
And if they git me take dis spike
To mah ass and
And if they git me n' tha sun
Goes down
And if they git me take dis spike
And
Yo ass put tha spike up in mah heart

And if tha sun comes up
Will it tear tha skin right off our bones
And then
As razor sharp white teeth
Rip up our necks
I saw you there
Someone git me ta tha doctor
Someone git me ta a cold-ass lil church
Where they can pump dis venom gapin hole
And you must keep yo' soul
Like a secret up in yo' throat
And if they come n' git me
What if
Yo ass put tha spike up in mah heart

And if they git me n' tha sun
Goes down
And if they git me take dis spike
And

Come on

Yo ass betta take dis spike
Will it fill our hearts wit thoughtz of endless
Night
Time
Sky
Yo ass betta take dis spike
Will it wash away dis jet black feeling

And now tha nightclub
Set tha stage fo' this
They come up in pairs
Bitch holla'd
We bout ta blast back holy water
Like skanky whiskey
They're always there
Someone git me ta tha doctor
And one of mah thugs call tha nurse
And one of mah thugs loot me roses
And one of mah thugs burned tha church
We ridin wit corpses
And rollin up in dis hearse
And one of mah thugs save mah soul
Tonight
Please
Save
My
Soul

Yo ass betta take dis spike
Will it fill our hearts wit thoughtz of endless
Night
Time
Sky
Yo ass betta take dis spike
Will it wash away dis jet black
Now

Letz go
Come on

And as these minutes peep over time
And as these minutes peep over time
And as these minutes watch
Over our asses tonight
And as these minutes peep over time
And as these minutes peep over time
And as these minutes watch
Over our asses tonight

I be bout ta never let them
I be bout ta never let them
I be bout ta never let dem hurt you
Not tonight
I be bout ta never let them
I can't forget them
I be bout ta never let dem hurt you
I promise

>> No.36033897

>>36033720
good choice

>> No.36033910

I swear I didn't say anything,
he just followed mah crazy ass up in there, so peek-a-boo, clear tha way, I be comin' thru fo'sho.
Dat shiznit was like, "...what the?"
and he just took mah hoodie up...
And our laid-back asses just... right, right there on tha sink.
I was so faded I was dizzy,
and dat biiiiatch was up in tha kitchen
while we was downstairs fuckin n' dat thugged-out biiiatch called mah crazy ass a funky-ass biiiatch, n'
I tried ta tell her dat shiznit was nothing...

I've gotta stop drinkin' round men,
they take advantage of mah dirty ass.
I want all pimps ta use me
for they only satisfaction. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch.

I be straight-up faded...
Therez no muthafucka over...
Why don't you come by, biatch?
You'll like dat shit...
Yo ass wanna stay up wit me, biatch?
We can... loot a pizzy.

I've gotta stop drinkin' round men,
they just wanna bust a nut.
I don't give a fuck bout it when they on top n'
they all have lil dicks. I
think I be bout ta git outta hood wh-...
where a hoe can find some peace of-...
Maybe move ta another ghetto wh-...
where pimps aren't all so sexist.
Maybe if I hide up in tha closet...
maybe wit a funky-ass forty of dat schmoooooove alcatronic shit...
I be bout ta crack you on tha noggin' -
we'll gotz a real wild time biaaatch!

Remember what tha fuck it used ta be like when-...
when all our phat asses did was smoke n' fuck, biatch?
I let you shave mah pussaaaaay;
you let me, paint yo' dick.
Yo ass was always late fo' work...
you holla'd it didn't matter n' shit.
Then afta a while,...
I guess it-... I guess it did start ta matter n' shit.

I've gotta stop drinkin' round men,
they take advantage of mah dirty ass...
and they'd all wanna use me,
but they all satisfied now, nahmeean, biatch?

I've gotta stop drinkin' round men,
they just wanna bust a nut.
I don't give a fuck bout it when they use me;
they have such lil dicks.

>> No.36033911

I gots a straight-up boner fo' mah dawg n' she loves me
Da ghettoz a mess n' so is we
Bitch tumblez long green, muddy fields
Sick wit joy n' glee
And as she trips dope mini-dawg dreams
Whimperin gently

Only part of the song

>> No.36033917

>>36033858
Two... One, two, three, four...

Da only hoe I've eva loved
Was born wit roses up in her eyes
But then they buried her kickin it
One evenin 1945
With just her sista at her side
And only weeks before tha guns
All came n' drizzled on everyone
Now she a lil pimp up in Spain
Playin pianos filled wit flames
On empty rings round tha sun
All rap ta say mah trip has come

But now we must pick up every last muthafuckin piece
Of tha game we used ta love
Just ta keep ourselves
At least enough ta carry on

And now we ride tha circus wheel
With yo' dark brutha wrapped up in white
Says dat shiznit was phat ta be kickin it
But now he rides a cold-ass lil cometz flame
And won't be comin back again
Da Ghetto looks mo' betta from a star
Thatz right above from where yo ass is
Dude didn't mean ta make you cry
With sparks dat rang n' bullets fly
On empty rings round yo' heart
Da ghetto just screams n' falls apart

But now we must pick up every last muthafuckin piece
Of tha game we used ta love
Just ta keep ourselves
At least enough ta carry on

And herez where yo' mutha chills
And here is tha room where yo' brothers was born
Indentions up in tha sheets
Where they bodies once moved but don't move no mo'
And itz so fucked up ta peep tha ghetto agree
That they'd rather peep they faces fill wit flies
All when I'd wanna keep white roses up in they eyes

>> No.36033924

>>Struck down
Before
Our prime
Before
Yo ass gots off tha floor

Yo ass betta stake mah heart
Yo ass betta stake mah heart

(And these thoughtz of endless night
Brin our asses back tha fuck into tha light
And dis venom from mah heart)

Yo ass betta stake mah heart
Yo ass betta stake mah heart

(And these thoughtz of endless night
Brin our asses back tha fuck into tha light
Bust a cap up in dis venom from mah heart)

Can you
Stake me
Before
Da sun
Goes down

(And as always, innocent like rolla coasters.
Fatalitizzle is like pimps up in snow n' you have no clue what tha fuck yo ass is up against
Because I've peeped what tha fuck they look like.
Becomin slick as if they was sterlin silver chainsaws goin cascading...)

>> No.36033943

My fuckin vibes live on dat swin same
Push me harder push me push me swang tha fuck into tomorrow

Gawk as I thread dis loch nizz slipstream sepsis
Subconscious up f twitch asterisk peep off mah medz glitch
Thoughts squealin all up in mah mildew peep mah back or I be bout ta bust a cap up in you
Schizo superscript scan tha voice imprint only I can hear you
Deserted mansion up in mah head half-lidded lanterns returnin
Sclera scarlet as wall of virgin bombed by flask of bourbon
Can't be certain
Yo crazy-ass intercom I be fingerin you don't wanna but you buzz me in

My fuckin vibes live on dat swin same
Push me harder push me push me swang tha fuck into tomorrow

Nathan perculatin proper
Caiman propellaz comin off dat freaky freaky biatch hella copter
My fuckin neck bone sprayin guava
Shimmy snakin status caved up in menstrual state been shanked n' soldered
I gots tha nasty up in mah ride you need a lift
Yo ass can sit between tha backseat n' mah dick
If tha law catch me up in tha act n' I happen ta take a thugged-out dirtnap todizzle
Push one mah swin up in a glass of purple rain
Candy painted by tha lord of stainless steel liquid yo' ashy dome

My fuckin vibes live on dat swin same
Push me harder push push me swang tha fuck into tomorrow

I gots dat feelin some muthafucka capped me
I gots dat feelin zero feeling
Can't stop jackin zeros cappin' all yo' millions
Some Muthafucka bust a cap up in me some muthafucka capped me
I gots dat feelin zero feeling
Can't stop jackin zeros cappin' all yo' millions

>> No.36033945

Back up in tha dizzle you dressed so fine
Yo ass threw tha bums a gangbangin' finger-lickin' dime up in yo' prime, didn't you ?
People'd call, say, "Beware doll, yo ass is bound ta fall"
Yo ass thought they was all kiddin' you
Yo ass used ta laugh about
All Y'all dat was hangin' out
Now you don't rap so loud
Now you don't seem so proud
Bout havin ta be scroungin fo' yo' next meal.

How tha fuck do it feel
How tha fuck do it feel
To be without a home
Like a cold-ass lil complete unknown
Like a rollin stone ?

You've gone ta tha finest school all right, Miss Lonely
But you know you only used ta git juiced up in it
And no muthafucka has eva taught you how tha fuck ta live on tha street
And now you smoke up yo ass is gonna gotta git used ta it
Yo ass holla'd you'd never compromise
With tha mystery tramp yo, but know you realize
Dat punk not pushin any alibis
As you stare tha fuck into tha vacuum of his wild lil' fuckin eyes
And say do you wanna cook up a thugged-out deal, biatch?

How tha fuck do it feel
How tha fuck do it feel
To be on yo' own
With no direction home
Like a cold-ass lil complete unknown
Like a rollin stone ?
Yo ass never turned round ta peep tha frowns on tha jugglaz n' tha clowns
When they all come down n' did tricks fo' you
Yo ass never understood dat it ain't no good
Yo ass shouldn't let other playas git yo' kicks fo' you
Yo ass used ta ride on tha chrome cow wit yo' diplomat
Dum diddy-dum, here I come biaaatch! Who tha fuck carried on his shoulder a Siamese cat
Ain't it hard when you discover that
Dude straight-up wasn't where itz at
After tha pimpin' muthafucka took from you every last muthafuckin thang his schmoooove ass could steal.

How tha fuck do it feel
How tha fuck do it feel
To be on yo' own
With no direction home
Like a cold-ass lil complete unknown
Like a rollin stone ?

>> No.36033949

Suzanne takes you down
to her place near tha river
Yo ass can hear tha boats go by
Yo ass can spend tha night beside her
And you know dat dat freaky freaky biatch half wild-ass
But thatz why you wanna be there
And she feedz you chronic n' oranges
That come all tha way from China
And just when you mean ta tell her
That you have no ludd ta give her
Then she gets you on her wavelength
And she lets tha river answer
That you've always been her freak

And you wanna travel wit her
And you wanna travel blind
And you know dat dat biiiiatch will trust you
For you've touched her slick body wit yo' mind. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka!

And Jizzy was a sailor
When da thug strutted upon tha gin n juice
And da ruffneck dropped a long-ass time watchin
From his fuckin lonely wooden tower
And when he knew fo' certain
Only drownin pimps could peep his ass
Dude holla'd "All pimps is ghon be sailors then
Until tha sea shall free them"
But dat schmoooove muthafucka his dirty ass was fucked up
Long before tha sky would open
Forsaken, almost human
Dude sank beneath yo' wisdom like a stone

And you wanna travel wit his ass
And you wanna travel blind
And you be thinkin maybe you gonna trust his ass
For tha pimpin' muthafucka touched yo' slick body wit his crazy-ass mind. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka!

Now Suzanne takes yo' hand
And she leadz you ta tha river
Bitch is bustin rags n' feathers
From Salvation Army countas
And tha sun pours down like honey
On our lady of tha harbour
And her big-ass booty shows you where ta look
Among tha garbage n' tha flowers
There is heroes up in tha seaweed
There is lil pimps up in tha mornin
They is leanin up fo' ludd
And they will lean dat way forever
While Suzanne holdz tha mirror

And you wanna travel wit her
And you wanna travel blind
And you know dat you can trust her
For dat dunkadelic hoe touched yo' slick body wit her mind.

>> No.36033956
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36033956

What will it take ta show you dat it aint tha game it seems?
(I aint aiiight)
I've holla'd at you time n' time again n' again n' again you rap tha lyrics but don't give a fuck what tha fuck it means
(I aint aiiight)
To be a joke n' look, another line without a hook
I held you close as we both shook fo' tha last time take a phat hard look!

I aint aiiight
I aint aiiight
I aint aiiight
Yo ass wear me out

Forget bout tha dirty looks
Da photographs yo' pimp took
Yo ass holla'd you read mah crazy ass like a funky-ass book yo, but tha pages all is torn n' frayed

I be aiiight
I be aiiight!
I be aiiight, now
(I be aiiight, now)

But you straight-up need ta dig me
Because I be spittin some lyrics ta you tha real deal
I mean this, I be aiiight!
(Trust Me)

I aint aiiight
I aint aiiight
Well, I aint aiiight
I aint o-fucking-kay
I aint aiiight
I aint aiiight
(Okay)

>> No.36033960

>>36033945
Supa-Hoe on tha steeple n' all tha pretty people
They're drinkin', thinkin' dat they gots it made
Exchangin all precious gifts
But you'd mo' betta take yo' diamond ring, you'd mo' betta pawn it babe
Yo ass used ta be all kindsa amused
At Napoleon up in rags n' tha language dat he used
Go ta his ass now, his schmoooove ass calls you, you can't refuse
When you gots nothing, you gots not a god damn thang ta lose
Yo ass is invisible now, you gots no secrets ta conceal.

How tha fuck do it feel
How tha fuck do it feel
To be on yo' own
With no direction home
Like a cold-ass lil complete unknown
Like a rollin stone ?

>> No.36033963
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36033963

I aint tha kind of girl
Dum diddy-dum, here I come biaaatch! Who tha fuck should be rudely bargin up in on a white veil occasion
But yo ass is not tha kind of boy
Dum diddy-dum, here I come biaaatch! Who tha fuck should be marryin tha wack girl

I sneak up in n' peep yo' playas
And her snotty lil crew all dressed up in pastel
And her ass is yellin at a funky-ass bridesmaid
Somewhere back inside a room
Bustin a gown shaped like a pastry

This is surely not what tha fuck you thought it would be
I lose mah dirty ass up in a thugged-out daydream
Where I stand n' say

[Chorus:]
Don’t say "Yes", run away now
I’ll hook up you when you’re outta tha church all up in tha back door
Don’t wait or say a single vow
Yo ass need ta hear me out
And they holla'd, "Speak now"

Fond gestures is exchanged
And tha organ starts ta play
A cold lil' woo wop dat soundz like a thugged-out dirtnap march
And I be hidin up in tha curtains
It seems dat I was uninvited by yo' ghettofab bride-to-be

Bitch floats down tha aisle like a pageant biatch
But I know you wish dat shiznit was me,
Yo ass wish dat shiznit was me,
Don’t yo slick ass?

[Chorus]

Oh, la, la
Oh, oh
Say a single vow

I hear tha preacher say, "Speak now or forever git freaky wit yo' peace"
There’s tha silence, there’s mah last chance.
I stand up wit shaky hands, all eyes on mah dirty ass.
Horrified looks from mah playas up in tha room
But I’m only lookin at yo thugged-out ass.

I aint tha kind of girl
Dum diddy-dum, here I come biaaatch! Who tha fuck should be rudely bargin up in on a white veil occasion
But yo ass is not tha kind of boy
Dum diddy-dum, here I come biaaatch! Who tha fuck should be marryin tha wack girl

[Chorus]

>> No.36033971

i had a thugged-out trip you was still kickin it
playin Mozart recordz up in tha basement
and you whistled like you always did
when it hit yo' straight-up part

i had a thugged-out trip you was still kickin it
like i could feel yo' stubble on mah face
when you busted mah crazy ass git tha fuck outta ma bidness
and we'd do our special signal together

i had a thugged-out trip you was still kickin it x2
bustin a funky-ass brown black hoodie x 6

>> No.36033978

Nigga you need ta stop snitchin!
All dat yip-yappin n' jaw-jackin
Nigga if you scared, git all up in church
Yo ass knew tha thang was fucked up when you took it

Whattup itz tha big-ass boss Dogg
Snoop D-O-double-G, Eastside L.B.C.
And I be bobbin ta tha beat of mah O.G. homeboy Ice Cube
And I be C-walkin on tha motherfuckin concrete

>> No.36033990

Yo if yo ass is fucked up, put yo' cups up
Ice Cube n' Snoop Ta Tha D-O-Double-Gizzle, nizzle what tha fuck up
See he a thug, I be a hustler
Yo itz either give props ta ya, or itz fuck ya

>> No.36034000

Da hoopty is on fire, n' there be a no driver all up in tha wheel
And tha sewers is all muddied wit a thousand lonely suicides
And a thugged-out dark wind blows

Da posse is corrupt
And we on all kindsa muthafuckin sticky-icky-ickys
With tha radio on n' tha curtains drawn

We trapped up in tha belly of dis wack machine
And tha machine is bleedin ta dirtnap

Da sun has fallen down
And tha billboardz is all leering
And tha flags is all dead all up in tha top of they poles

It went like this:

Da buildings tumbled up in on theyselves
Mothers clutchin babies
Picked all up in tha rubble
And pulled up they hair

Da skyline was dope on fire
All twisted metal stretchin upwards
Everythang washed up in a thin orange haze

I holla'd, "Kiss me, yo ass is dope -
These is truly tha last days"

Yo ass grabbed mah hand
And we fell tha fuck tha fuck into it
Like a thugged-out daydream
Or a gangbangin' fever

Us thugs raised up one mornin n' fell tha fuck a lil further down
For shizzle itz tha valley of dirtnap

I open up mah wallet
And itz full of blood

>> No.36034004

I kicked it wit a funky-ass pimp bustin Vans, 501s, n' a
Dope Beastie t, nipple rings, and
New tattoos dat fronted dat he
Was OGT,
From '92,
Da first EP.

And up in between
Sipz of Coke
Dude holla'd at mah crazy ass that
Dude thought
Us thugs was sellin' out,
Layin' down,
Suckin' up
To tha man.

Well now I've gots some
A-dvice fo' you, lil dawg.
Before you point tha finger
Yo ass should know that
I be tha dude,

And if I be tha dude,

Then yo ass is tha dude, and
Dat punk tha playa as well so you can
Point dat fuckin' finger up yo' ass.

All you know bout me is what tha fuck I've sold you,
Dumb fuck.
I sold up long before you eva heard mah name.

I sold mah ass ta cook up a record,
Dip shit,
And you looted one.

So I've gots some
Real shiznit fo' you, lil dawg.
Before you point yo' finger
Yo ass should know that
I be tha dude,

If I be tha fuckin' man
Then yo ass is tha fuckin' playa as well
So you can
Point dat fuckin' finger up yo' ass.

All you know bout me is what tha fuck I've sold you,
Dumb fuck.
I sold up long before you eva heard mah name.

I sold mah ass ta cook up a record,
Dip shit,
And you looted one.

All you read and
Wear or peep and
Hear on TV
Is a product
Beggin fo' your
Fatass dirty
Dollar

So...Shut up and

Loot mah freshly smoked up record
Send mo' scrilla
Fuck you, dawg.

>> No.36034007

>>36033917
Sweet communist, tha communist daughter
Standin on tha sea-weed water
Semen stains tha mountaintops
Semen stains tha mountaintops

With coca leaves along tha border
Sweetnizz swings from every last muthafuckin corner
Whips careenin from tha clouds
Da bridges burst n' twist around

And wantin suttin' warm n' moving
Bend towardz her muthafuckin ass, tha soothing
Proves dat she must still exist
Bitch moves her muthafuckin ass bout her fist

Sweet communist, tha communist daughter
Standin on tha sea-weed water
Semen stains tha mountaintops
Semen stains tha mountaintops

>> No.36034011
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36034011

I be down wit Lil Jizzle ain't gots ta pretend (YEAH!)
"Crunk Juice" nizzle run tha club dat you up in (HEY!)
Yo ass freaky motherfuckers don't wanna brang tha ruckus (NAH!)
Yo ass just spend all yo' time up in tha club tryin ta duck our asses (WHAT?)
And if you strutt by nizzle, I'ma knock fire nizzle
from yo' ass, you can come try nizzle (HEY!)
In tha hood, all tha way down Downtown (YEAH!)
I ain't Mike Jones, keep mah name out'cha grill biiiatch (Mike Jones)
We can git it crackin if it git ta clickin clackin
Look at Mista Muthafuckin Jackson, nizzle wit no erection
If you scared, git all up in church, we gon' hit you where it hurts
That don't work, we'll put you up in tha dirt
Cause a whole lot of rappers cook up a whole lot of noise (hey)
Lyrics full of steroids, nizzlez paranoid (hey)
And when you git dat blowup, it make you throw up
When you realize yo' straight-up rapper ain't gots no nuts

>> No.36034039
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36034039

Click clackin, pistol-packin, Crip raggin folio
Dum diddy-dum, here I come biaaatch! Who tha fuck tha only nizzle up in tha club wit tha toolio
Yo ass ain't know, biatch? Yeah you did; there it was, there it is
"Is dat Coolio?" Naw biiiatch, let me in
Jibba-jabba snatcher git at ya, spit at hustlas & rappers
Hang up wit kidnappers n' jackers
Make scrilla off crackers; can you imagine how tha fuck I keep shiznit crackin?
It aint nuthin but tha big-ass boss Dogg I be back up in action n' smashin
I flash wit tha blin I sur-pass tha supreme
Yo ass don't straight-up wanna gotz a cold-ass lil clash wit mah crew
I mix hash wit tha chronic I be the, last of tha mackdaddys
If I gots a funky-ass biiiatch wit me she gots ass up in dem jeans
Rollin all up in yo' hood, mah Cadillac so clean
Servin all you suckers cause you all dopefiends
Just like dat dopeman, nizzle what tha fuck up?
Yo ass run up wit dat bullshiznit I be bout ta fuck yo' ass up

>> No.36034043

>>36034007
Oh comely, I'ma be wit you when you lose yo' breath,
Chasin tha only meaningful memory you thought you had left.
With some pretty, bright n' bubbly shitty scene
That was bustin her thang on yo' chest.
But oh comely,
It aint as pretty as you'd like ta guess
In yo' memory, yo ass is faded on yo' awe ta me
It don't mean anythang at all.
Oh comely,
All of yo' playaz is all lettin you blow,
Bristlin n' skanky, burstin wit fruits fallin up from tha holes
Of some pretty, bright, n' bubbly playa
Yo ass could need ta say comfortin thangs up in yo' ear
But oh comely,
There aint such one playa dat you could find here.
Standin next ta me,
Dat punk only mah enemy
I be bout ta crush his ass wit every last muthafuckin thang I own.
Say what tha fuck you wanna say
Hang fo' yo' hollow ways
Movin yo' grill ta pull out
All yo' miracle aimed fo' mah dirty ass.

Yo crazy-ass daddy made fetuses wit flesh lickin ladies,
While you n' yo' mutha was asleep up in tha traila park.
Thunderous sparks from tha dark of tha dogg pounds,
Da noize n' medicine you needed fo' comforting.
So make all yo' fat fleshy fingers ta moving,
And pluck all yo' wack-ass strings, bend all yo' notes fo' mah dirty ass.
Soft wack-ass noize is meaningful magical,
Da movements was dope, all up in yo' ovaries.
All of dem milkin wit chronic fleshy flowers,
While bangin pistons was sugary dope machines.
Smellin of semen all under tha garden
Was all you was needin when you still believed up in mah dirty ass.
Say what tha fuck yo' wanna say.
Hang fo' yo' hollow ways.
Movin yo' grill ta pull out
All yo' miracle aimed fo' mah dirty ass.

And I know they buried her body wit others,
Her sista n' mutha n' five-hundred crews.
And will she remember me fifty muthafuckin years later?
I wished I could save her up in some sort of time machine.
Know all yo' enemies.
We know whoz ass our enemies are.
Know all yo' enemies.
We know whoz ass our enemies are.

>> No.36034045

Is dis tha real game?
Is dis just fantasy?
Caught up in a landslide
No escape from reality
Open yo' eyes
Look up ta tha skies n' see
I be just a skanky boy, I need no sympathy
Because I be easy as fuck come, easy as fuck go
A lil high, lil low
Anyway tha wind blows, don't straight-up matter ta me, ta me

Mama, just capped a man
Put a glock against his head
Pulled mah trigger, now da ruffneck dead
Mama, game had just begun
But now I've gone n' thrown all dat shiznit away
Mama, ooo
Didn't mean ta make you cry
If I aint back again n' again n' again dis time tomorrow
Carry on, carry on, as if not a god damn thang straight-up matters

Too late, mah time has come
Sendz shivers down mah spine
Bodyz achin all tha time
Goodbye dem hoes - I've gots ta go
Gotta leave you all behind n' grill tha real deal
Mama, ooo - (anyway tha wind blows)
I don't wanna die
I sometimes wish I'd never been born at all

I peep a lil silhouetto of a man
Scaramouch, scaramouch will you do tha fandango
Thunderbolt n' lightnin - straight-up hella frightenin me

Gallileo, Gallileo,
Gallileo, Gallileo,
Gallileo Figaro - magnifico

>> No.36034047

Straight-Up don't mind if you sit dis one out.
My fuckin lyrics but a whisper -- yo' deafnizz a shout.
I may make you feel but I can't make you think.
Yo crazy-ass jizzs up in tha gutter -- yo' loves up in tha sink.
So you ride yourselves over tha fieldz and
Yo ass make all yo' animal deals and
Yo crazy-ass wise pimps don't give a fuck how tha fuck it feels ta be thick as a funky-ass brick.
And tha sand-castle virtues is all swept away in
Da tidal destruction
Da moral melee.
Da elastic retreat rings tha close of play as tha last wave uncovers
Da newfangled way.
But yo' freshly smoked up Nikes is worn all up in tha heels and
Yo crazy-ass suntan do rapidly peel and
Yo crazy-ass wise pimps don't give a fuck how tha fuck it feels ta be thick as a funky-ass brick

>> No.36034060

>>36034043
Goldaline, mah dear,
Us thugs will fold n' freeze together
Far away from here.
There is sun n' sprang n' chronic alllll muthafuckin day.
But now we move ta feel fo' ourselves inside some strangerz stomach.
Place yo' body here,
Let yo' skin begin ta blend itself wit mine.

>> No.36034065

>>36033963
Bangin his ass is like rollin a freshly smoked up Maserati down a thugged-out dead-end street
Fasta than tha wind, horny as sin endin so suddenly
Bangin his ass is like tryin ta chizzle yo' mind once yo ass be already flyin all up in tha free fall
Like tha flavas up in autumn, so bright just before they lose it all

Losin his ass was blue like I'd never known
Missin his ass was dark grey all alone
Forgettin his ass was like tryin ta know some muthafucka you never met
But gangbangin his ass was red
Bangin his ass was red

Touchin his ass was like realizin all you eva wanted was right there up in front of you
Memorizin his ass was as easy as fuck as knowin all tha lyrics ta yo' oldschool straight-up song
Fightin wit his ass was like tryin ta solve a cold-ass lil crossword n' realizin there be a no right answer
Regrettin his ass was like wishin you never found up dat ludd could be dat strong

Rememberin his ass comes up in flashbacks n' echoes
Tell mah dirty ass itz time now, gotta let go
But movin on from his ass is impossible
When I still peep all dat shiznit up in mah head
Burnin red
Bangin his ass was red

>> No.36034066

Before you say you ludd me Joe
How tha fuck is I supposed ta know?
When you go under tha waves
What is I supposed ta say?

I peep playas on tha floor
Aspirin ta tha sea
Can’t stay here no mo'
We turnin tha fuck into gangbangas

If I stay here shiznit will find me
If I stay here I be bout ta never leave
If I stay here shiznit will find me
I believe

Joe I be bout ta always be thinkin of you
As a kinder lil pimp whoz ass knew
This was never gonna last
Oh Joe you fell tha fuck so fast

Yo Joe sorry I break ma foot off up in yo ass but
They say ludd be a virtue
Don't they?
Yo Joe sorry I break ma foot off up in yo ass but
They say ludd is virtue
Don’t they?
Yo Joe sorry I break ma foot off up in yo ass but
They say ludd is virtue
Don’t they?
Yo Joe sorry I break ma foot off up in yo ass but
They say ludd is virtue
Don’t they?
Yo Joe sorry I break ma foot off up in yo ass but
They say ludd be a virtue
Don't they?

I peep playas on tha floor
Aspirin ta tha sea
Can't stay here no mo'
We turnin tha fuck into gangbangas

I peep you rushin now
Tell me how tha fuck ta reach you
I peep you rushin now
What’d Harvard teach yo slick ass, biatch?

>> No.36034069

>>36034045

But I be just a skanky pimp n' no muthafucka loves me
Dat punk just a skanky pimp from a skanky crew
Spare his ass his wild lil' freakadelic game from dis monstrosity
Easy come easy as fuck go - will you let me go
Bismillah! No - we aint gonna let you go - let his ass go
Bismillah! Us thugs aint gonna let you go - let his ass go
Bismillah! Us thugs aint gonna let you go - let me go
Will not let you go - let me go (never)
Never let you go - let me go
Never let me go - ooo
Fuck dat shit, no, no, no, no, no, no -
Oh mama mia, mama mia, mama mia let me go
Beelzebub has a thugged-out devil put aside fo' me
for me
for me

So you be thinkin you can stone me n' spit up in mah eye
So you be thinkin you can ludd me n' leave me ta die
Oh baby - can't do dis ta me baby
Just gotta git up - just gotta git right outta here

Ooh yeah, ooh yeah
Nothang straight-up matters
Every Muthafucka can see
Nothang straight-up mattas - not a god damn thang straight-up mattas ta me

Anyway tha wind blows...

>> No.36034082
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36034082

It goes one fo' tha scrilla (HEY) two fo' tha show (YEAH)
Three fo' tha pussaaaaay, fo' fo' tha glow (HEY)
Five fo' tha rookies, six fo' tha pros (NAH)
Seven fo' tha numberz of dem fuckin zeroes (WHAT?)
Eight fo' haters, nine fo' tha cause
Ten fo' mah nizzlez, behind big-ass bars (HEY)
Fuck these devils, n' they laws (YEAH!)
Never question tha size of Ice Cubez balls

>> No.36034093

>>36034060
Ghost, pimp, I know you was within me, feel you as you fly
In thunder cloudz above tha hood, tha fuck into one dat I loved
With all dat was left within me 'till we tore up in two
Now wings n' rings n' there be a all kindsa muthafuckin waitin here fo' you

And dat biiiiatch started doin thangs up in a funky-ass forty rocket, 1929
With wings dat ringed round a socket right between her spine
All drenched up in gin n juice up in holy gin n juice pourin from tha sky
I know dat dat biiiiatch will live forever, dat biiiiatch won't eva die

Bitch goes
And now she knows she'll never be afraid
To peep tha mornin paper blow
Into a hole where no one can escape

And one dizzle up in New York City, baby, a hoe fell tha fuck from tha sky
From tha top of a funky-ass burnin crib buildin fourteen stories high
And when her spirit left her body, how tha fuck it split tha sun
I know dat dat biiiiatch will live forever, all goes on n' on

And she goes
And now she knows she'll never be afraid
To peep tha mornin paper blow
Into a hole where no one can escape

>> No.36034103

Yo ass betta tell me where mah ghetto lies?
Said tha unifaun ta his fuckin legit loves eyes.
It lies wit me biaaatch! cried tha biatch of maybe
- fo' her loot, tha pimpin' muthafucka traded up in his thugged-out lil' prize.

Paper late biaaatch! cried a voice up in tha crowd.
Oldskool playa dies muthafucka! tha note he left was signed oldschool daddy thames
- it seems da ruffneck drowned;
Pimpin england by tha pound.

Citizenz of hope & glory,
Time goes by - itz tha time of yo' game.
Easy now, sit you down.
Chewin all up in yo' wimpey dreams,
They smoke without a sound;
Digestin england by tha pound.

Young playa says yo ass is what tha fuck you smoke - smoke well.
Oldskool playa says yo ass is what tha fuck you wear - wear well.
Yo ass know what tha fuck yo ass is, you don't give a thugged-out damn;
Burstin yo' belt dat is yo' homemade sham.

Da captain leadz his fuckin lil' dizzle right on all up in tha night
- join tha dance...
Big up on! till tha grail sun sets up in tha mould.
Big up on! till tha gold is cold.
Steppin up wit tha moonlit knight,
Knightz of tha chronic shield stamp n' shout.

Therez a gangbangin' fat oldschool lady outside tha saloon;
Layin up tha credit cardz she skits fortune.
Da deck is uneven right from tha start;
And all of they handz is playin apart.

Da captain leadz his fuckin lil' dizzle right on all up in tha night
- join tha dance...
Big up on! a round table-talkin down we go.
Youre tha show!
Off we go wit - you play tha hobbyhorse,
Ill play tha fool.
Well tease tha bull
Ringin round & loud, bangin & round.

Big up on! wit a twist of tha ghetto we go.
Big up on! till tha gold is cold.
Steppin up wit tha moonlit knight,
Knightz of tha chronic shield stamp n' shout.

>> No.36034112

And I always find, yeah, I always find suttin' wrong
Yo ass been puttin up wit mah shiznit just way too long
I be soopa-doopa gifted at findin what tha fuck I don't like da most thugged-out
So I be thinkin itz time fo' our asses ta git a toast
Letz gotz a toast fo' tha douchebags
Letz gotz a toast fo' tha assholes
Letz gotz a toast fo' tha scumbags
Every one of dem dat I know
Letz gotz a toast fo' tha jerkoffs
That'll never take work off
Baby, I gots a plan
Run away fast as you can

Bitch find pictures up in mah e-mail
I busted dis biiiatch a picture of mah dick
I don't give a fuck what tha fuck it is wit females
But I aint too phat wit dat shit
See, I could have me a phat girl
And still be addicted ta dem hoodrats
And I just blame every last muthafuckin thang on you
At least you know thatz what tha fuck I be phat at

Run away from me, baby, run away
Run away from me, baby, run away
It aint nuthin but bout ta git crazy, why can't she just, run away?
Baby, I gots a plan, run away fast as you can

>> No.36034119
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36034119

>>36033706
>Yo ass even know 'bout how tha fuck I know tha playa whoz ass grows that

>> No.36034124

Ah, ah ah
Yo ass is so phat ta me baby, baby

I wanna lock you up in mah closet when no onez around
I wanna put yo' hand up in mah pocket cuz yo ass be allowed
I wanna drive you tha fuck into tha corner n' lick you without a sound
I wanna stay dis way forever I be bout ta say it loud

Now yo ass is in, n' you can't git out

Yo ass make me so hot
Make me wanna drop
It aint nuthin but so ridiculous
I can barely stop
I can hardly breathe
Yo ass make me wanna scream
Yo ass is so fabulous
Yo ass is so phat ta me baby, baby
Yo ass is so phat ta me baby, baby

I can make you feel all better, just take it in
And I can show you all tha places you've never been
And I can make you say every last muthafuckin thang dat you've never holla'd
And I'ma let you do anythang again n' again n' again n' again

Now yo ass is in, n' you can't git out

Kiss me gently
Always I know
Hold me, ludd me
Don't eva go
Ooh, yeah yeah

>> No.36034130

I had never even peeped a blastin star before. 25 muthafuckin yearz of rotations, passes all up in comets' paths, n' travel, n' ta mah memory I had never witnessed burnin debris scratch across tha night sky. Radiohead was hunched over they instruments, n' you can put dat on yo' toast. Thom Yorke slowly beat on a grand piano, rappin, eyes closed, tha fuck into his crazy-ass microphone like da thug was tryin ta lick round a funky-ass big-ass nose. Colin Greenwood tapped patiently on a thugged-out double bass, waitin fo' his cue. White pearlz of arena light swam over they faces fo' realz. A lazy disco light spilled artificial constellations inside tha aluminum cove of tha makeshift stage. Da metal skeleton of tha stage ate one end of Florencez Piazza Gangsta Croce, on tha stepz of tha Gangsta Croce Cathedral. It aint nuthin but tha nick nack patty wack, I still gots tha bigger sack. Michelangeloz bones n' cobblestone laid beneath. I stared entranced, soakin up in Radioheadz freshly smoked up material, chiselin each sound tha fuck into tha dopest functionin partz of mah dome which would be tha only sound system fo' tha material fo' months.

>> No.36034132

>>36034093
Daddy, please hear dis cold lil' woo wop dat I sing
In yo' ass there be a a spark dat just screams fo' a gangbangin' freak ta brang
A lil pimp ta yo' chest dat could lay as you chill
And ludd all you have left like yo' pimp used ta be long ago, wrapped up in sheets warm n' wet

Blista please wit dem wings up in yo' spine
Ludd ta be wit a funky-ass brutha of mine, how tha fuck he'd ludd ta find
Yo crazy-ass tongue up in his cold-ass teeth up in a struggle ta find
Secret joints dat you keep wrapped up in boxes so tight, soundin only at night as you chill

And up in mah trips yo ass is kickin it n' yo ass is bustin up
As yo' grill moves up in mine, soft n' dope
Ringz of flowers 'round yo' eyes n' I be bout ta ludd you
For tha rest of yo' game when yo ass is ready

Brother, peep we is one up in tha same
And you left wit yo' head filled wit flames n' you peeped it as yo' domes
Fell up all up in yo' teeth, push tha pieces up in place, make yo' smile dope ta see
Don't you take dis away, I be still wantin mah grill on yo' cheek

And when we break, we'll wait fo' our miracle
Dogg be a place where some holy spectacle lies
When we break, we'll wait fo' our miracle
Dogg be a place yo big-ass booty is ghon wait fo' tha rest of yo' game

Two-headed boy, she be all you could need
Bitch will feed you tomatoes n' radio wires
And retire ta sheets safe n' clean
But don't don't give a fuck bout her when she gets up ta leave

>> No.36034139

>>36034112
24/7, 365, pussaaaaay stays on mah mind
I-I-I-I done did it, all right, all right, I admit it
Now pick yo' next move, you could leave or live wit' it
Ichabod Crane wit dat motherfuckin top off
Split n' go where, biatch? Back ta bustin knockoffs, haha
Knock it off, Neiman's, shop it off
Letz rap over mai tais, waitress, top it off
Hoes like vultures, wanna fly up in yo' Freddy loafers
Yo ass can't blame 'em, they ain't never peeped Versace sofas
Every bag, every last muthafuckin blouse, every last muthafuckin bracelet
Comes wit a price tag, baby, grill it
Yo ass should leave if you can't accept tha basics
Plenty hoes up in tha balla-nigga matrix
Invisibly set, tha Rolex is faceless
I be just young, rich, n' tasteless
P!

Never was much of a romantic
I could never take tha intimacy
And I know I did damage
Cause tha look up in yo' eyes is cappin' me
I guess yo ass be at a advantage
Cause you can blame me fo' every last muthafuckin thang
And I don't give a fuck how tha fuck I'mma manage
If one dizzle you just up n' leave

>> No.36034162

Dude seemed impressed by tha way you came in.
"Tell our asses a story
I know yo ass is not boring"

I was afraid dat you would not insist.
"Yo ass sound so chilly
just take this, now leave me"

I holla'd please don't slow me down
If I be goin too fast
Yo ass is up in a strange part of our town...

Yeah, tha nightz not over
Yo ass aint tryin hard enough,
Our lives is changin lanes
Yo ass ran me off tha road,
Da wait is over
I be now takin over,
Yo ass is no longer laughing
I aint drownin fast enough.

Now every last muthafuckin time dat I peep mah dirty ass
"I thought I holla'd at you
this ghetto aint fo' you"

Da room is on fire as she fixin her hair
"you sound so mad salty
just quit trippin' out, you found me"

I holla'd please don't slow me down
If I be goin too fast
Yo ass is up in a strange part of our town...

Yeah, tha nightz not over
Yo ass aint tryin hard enough,
Our lives is changin lanes
Yo ass ran me off tha road,
Da wait is over
I be now takin over,
Yo ass is no longer laughing
I aint drownin fast enough cause I gots dem finger-lickin' chickens wit tha siz-auce.

>> No.36034197

>>36034162
reptilia

>> No.36034214

Letz play tha blame game, I gots a straight-up boner fo' you, more
Letz play tha blame game fo' sure
Letz call up names, names, I don't give a fuck bout you, more
Letz call up names, names, fo' sure
I be bout ta call you biiiatch fo' short
As a last resort, n' a gangbangin' first result
Yo ass call me motherfucker fo' long
At tha end of it you know we both was wrong

[Hook: Jizzy Legend]
But I gotta play tha blame game, I gots a straight-up boner fo' you more
Letz play tha blame game fo' sure
Letz call her names, names, I don't give a fuck bout you, more
Letz call her names, names, fo' sure

[Verse 1: Kanye West]
On a funky-ass bathroom wall I wrote
"I'd rather argue wit you than ta be wit one of mah thugs"
I took a piss n' dismiss it like "fuck it" n' I went n' found some muthafucka else
Fuck jumpin off bout some shiznit n' harvestin tha vibe, yo, I'd rather be by mah fuckin self
Till bout two a.m. n' I call back n' I hang up n' I start ta blame mah dirty ass
Some Muthafucka help

[Hook]

>> No.36034215

>>36033741
>>36033777
>>36033822
>>36033858
>>36033917
>>36034007
>>36034043
>>36034060
>>36034093
>>36034132

That's all of it. Tell me what you think.

>> No.36034223

>>36034214
[Verse 2: Kanye West]
Yo ass weren't slick but you made game worth it
Stick around, some real vibe might surface
Been a long-ass time since I was rappin ta you up in a funky-ass bathroom grippin you up
And fuckin n' chokin you
What tha hell was I supposed ta do?
I know you ain't gettin dis type of dick from dat local dude
And if yo ass is I hope yo ass is gotz a phat time
Cause I definitely be havin mine
And you ain't finna peep a mogul git wack
Every time I hear bout other nizzlez is strokin' you
Lying, say I hit you
Dude chillin there consolin you
Hustlin mah name all up in tha mud
Whoz provokin yo slick ass?
Yo ass should be grateful a nizzle like me eva noticed you
Now you noticeable n' can't no muthafucka git control of you
One a.m. n' can't no muthafucka git a hold of you
I be callin yo' brotherz beeper like what tha fuck was I supposed ta do?
Even though I knew, he never holla'd at tha real deal
Dude was just gon' say whatever dat you holla'd at his ass to
At a cold-ass lil certain point I had ta stop askin thangs
Y'all gots dirt on each other like mud wrestlers
I heard his thugged-out lil' punk-ass looted some coke wit mah scrilla
That ain't right girl
Yo ass gettin blackmailed fo' dat white girl
Yo ass always holla'd Yeezy I ain't yo' right girl
You'll probably find one of dem "I wanna bust a nut on art"-type girls
All of tha lights, she-was-caught-in-the-hype girl
And I was satisfied bein up in ludd wit tha lie
Now whoz ass ta blame, you ta blame, me ta blame
For tha pain n' it poured every last muthafuckin time when it rained
Lets play tha blame game

>> No.36034227

>>36034215
hilarious.

>> No.36034231

>>36034223
[Verse 3: Kanye West]
"Things used ta be, now they not
Anythang but our asses is whoz ass we are
Disguisin ourselves as secret freaks
We've become hood enemies
Us thugs strutt away like strangers up in tha street
Gone fo' eternity
We erased one another
So far from where we came
With so much of every last muthafuckin thang, how tha fuck do our slick asses leave wit nothing
Lack of visual empathy equates tha meanin of L-O-V-E
Hatred n' attitude tear our asses entirely"
Chloe Mitchell

[Hook x2: Kanye West]
I can't ludd you dis much
Fuck dat shit, I can't ludd you dis much

[Verse 4: Kanye West]
And I know dat yo ass is somewhere bustin yo' thang
And when tha beeper called it just rang n' ring
Yo ass ain't pick up but yo' beeper accidentally called mah crazy ass back
And I heard tha whole thang
I heard tha whole thang, tha whole thang, tha whole thang

>> No.36034254

>>36034231
Ohh mah God
Baby you done took dis shiznit ta another mutha fuckin level!
Now a hood nizzle like me
Ain't supposed ta be gettin no pussaaaaay like this
Dogg damn, Dogg damn!
Dum diddy-dum, here I come biaaatch! Who tha fuck taught you how tha fuck ta git dirty fo' a nizzle?

Yo ass never used ta rap dirty yo, but now you Dogg damn disgusting
My, mah God, where'd you learn that?

Look at you mutha fuckin booty ass naked...
With dem mutha fuckin Jizzy Choos on
Dum diddy-dum, here I come biaaatch! Who tha fuck thought you how tha fuck ta put some... Jizzy Choos on?

Yo you took yo' pussaaaaay game up a whole 'nother level
This is some Cirque du Soleil pussaaaaay now! Shiznit!
Yo ass done went all porno on it, aiiight, biatch? And I, n' I gots a straight-up boner fo' dat shit...
And I fuck you, I fuck you, mah dick props you, nahmean biiiatch?
How tha fuck did you learn, how... how tha fuck did yo' pussaaaaay game come up?

I was fuckin partz of yo' pussaaay I'd never fucked before
I was up in there like oh shiznit I never been here before
I've never even peeped dis part of pussaaaaay hood before
It aint nuthin but like you gots dis shiznit re-upholstered or some shit
What tha fuck happened?
Who, whoz ass tha fuck gots yo' pussaaaaay all re-upholstered?

(Yeezy re-upholstered mah pussaaaaay)

Yo ass know what, I gots ta give props ta Yeezy
And when I peep dat nizzle, I'mma give props ta his muthafuckin ass. I'mma loot his crazy-ass mixtape
I'mma downlizzle dat mutha fucker I'm-a blast a funky-ass bootlegger!
Thatz how tha fuck phat I feel bout dis nizzle
Oww, I still can't believe you gots me dis watch
This motherfucker is tha exact motherfucker I wanted!
Even wit tha bezel! This is tha motherfucker I wanted
I saw dis shit, I saw it, Twista had dis shiznit on up in Da Source
I remember, Twista had dis motherfucker on up in Da Source
Thatz right, thatz right son! Yo yo babe, yo yo dis is tha dopest birthdizzle ever!
Where you learn ta treat a nizzle like this?

>> No.36034256

"Testing...one, two, three. Well...well fuck, I mean; I just don't give a fuck what tha fuck ta say. I be straight-up glad ta be here wit you tonight, I be bout ta be able ta rap ta you bout some thangs...that I know a pimped out deal about. Everyone knows dat yo ass is fucked up fo' realz. And mah playas knows dat I be fucked up. But, do mah playas know dat yo ass is mo' fucked up than me, biatch? Well, I know dat fo' realz. And you know dat shit. But our purpose is ta tell mah playas dat shit. Take fo' instance, tha time you went ta tha bathroom, ta take a shower n' shit. Yo ass had some soap, a towel, shampoo, washcloth, a funky-ass brush, every last muthafuckin thang was set. But you had ta booty-call me ta come turn on tha gin n juice fo' yo thugged-out ass. Yo ass didn't give a fuck where or how. That is one instizzle of how tha fuck fucked up yo ass is fo' realz. A second instizzle of how tha fuck fucked up yo' are: Yo ass was goin ta cook you some breakfast. Well you went up in there, n' put some toast up in tha toaster, put a skillet on tha stove, put some grease up in dat shit. Yo ass gots you some eggs out, some bacon. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Poured you some orange juice n' some coffee. Got some jelly n' some butter n' shit. Fried eggs, salt, pepper, gots some bacon on tha grill. Everythang was fine - except fo' one thang. Yo ass had ta booty-call up in there...to show you how tha fuck ta bust a gangbangin' fork. Now a third instance; tha way yo ass is fucked up. Yo ass gots dressed, locked n loaded ta git all up in school. Everythang was fine - gots outside, gots up in yo' car. Shiiit, dis aint no joke. Key up in tha ignition. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Except fo' one thang. Yo ass had ta booty-call me ta come show yo thugged-out ass."

>> No.36034286

>>36033777
>I gots a straight-up boner fo' you Jizzy Christ
>Jizzy Christ, I gots a straight-up boner fo' you, yeaaaa I do
11/10

>> No.36034297

Yo ass is on tha beeper wit yo' hoe ‒ she upset,
Dat hoe goin off bout suttin' dat you holla'd
'Cause her dope ass don't git yo' humor like I do.

I be up in tha room ‒ itz a typical Tuesdizzle night.
I be listenin ta tha kind of noize her dope ass don't like.
And she'll never know yo' rap like I do.

But dat biiiiatch wears short skirts
I wear t-shirts
Dat hoe cheer captain
And I be on tha bleachers
Dreamin bout tha dizzle when you raise up n' find
That what tha fuck yo ass is lookin fo' has been here tha whole time.

If you could see
That I be tha one
Dum diddy-dum, here I come biaaatch! Who tha fuck understandz yo thugged-out ass.
Been here all along.
So, why can't you peep ‒
Yo ass belong wit me,
Yo ass belong wit me?

Walkin tha streets wit you up in yo' worn up jeans
I can't help thankin dis is how tha fuck it ought ta be.
Bustin up on a park bench thankin ta mah dirty ass,
"Yo, aint dis easy as fuck ?"

And you've gots a smile
That can light up dis whole town.
I aint peeped it up in awhile
Since da hoe brought you down.

Yo ass say yo ass is fine ‒ I know you mo' betta than that.
Yo, what tha fuck you bustin wit a hoe like that?

Bitch wears high heels,
I wear sneakers.
Dat hoe cheer captain,
And I be on tha bleachers.
Dreamin bout tha dizzle when you raise up n' find
That what tha fuck yo ass is lookin fo' has been here tha whole time.

If you could see
That I be tha one
Dum diddy-dum, here I come biaaatch! Who tha fuck understandz you,
Been here all along.
So, why can't you peep ‒
Yo ass belong wit me?

Standin by n' waitin at yo' backdoor.
All dis time how tha fuck could you not know, baby ‒
Yo ass belong wit me,
Yo ass belong wit me?

Oh, I remember you was rollin ta mah house
In tha middle of tha night.
I be tha one whoz ass make you laugh
When you know yo ass is 'bout ta cry like a muthafucka.
I know yo' straight-up joints,
And you tell me bout yo' dreams.
Think I know where you belong,
Think I know itz wit mah dirty ass.

>> No.36034299

1/2

A seasoned witch could call you from tha depthz of yo' disgrace,
And rearrange yo' liver ta tha solid menstrual grace,
And big up all dat shiznit wit noize dat came quickly from afar,
Then taste tha fruit of playa recorded losin all against tha hour.
And assessin points ta nowhere, leadin ev'ry single one.
A dewdrop can exalt our asses like tha noize of tha sun,
And take away tha plain up in which we move,
And chizzle tha course yo ass is hustlin.

Down all up in tha edge, round by tha corner,
Not right away, not right away.
Close ta tha edge, down by a river,
Not right away, not right away.


Crossed tha line round tha chizzlez of tha summer,
Reachin up ta booty-call tha color of tha sky.
Passed round a moment clothed up in mornings fasta than we see.
Gettin over all tha time I had ta worry,
Leavin all tha chizzlez far from far behind.
We relieve tha tension only ta smoke up tha masterz name.

Down all up in tha end, round by tha corner.
Close ta tha edge, just by a river.
Seasons will pass you by.
I git up, I git down.
Now dat itz all over n' done,
Now dat you find, now dat yo ass is whole.

My fuckin eyes convinced, eclipsed wit tha younger moon attained wit love.
It chizzled as almost strained amidst clear manna from above.
I crucified mah don't give a fuck bout n' held tha word within mah hand.
Therez you, tha time, tha logic, or tha reasons our phat asses don't understand.

Fucked up courage fronted tha suckas standin still fo' all ta see,
As armoured movers took approached ta overlook tha sea.
There since tha cord, tha license, or tha reasons we understood will be.

Down all up in tha edge, close by a river.
Close ta tha edge, round by tha corner.
Close ta tha end, down by tha corner.
Down all up in tha edge, round by tha river.

>> No.36034308

I found her on a night of fire n' noise
Wild bells rang up in a wild sky
I knew from dat moment on
I be bout ta ludd her till tha dizzle dat I died
And I busted away a thousand tears
My fuckin lady of tha Various Sorrows
Some begged, some borowed, some jacked
Some kept safe fo' tomorrow
On n' endless night, silver star spangled
Da bells from tha chapel went jingle-jangle


Do you ludd me, biatch? Do you ludd me?
Do you ludd me, biatch? Do you ludd me?
Do you ludd me, biatch? Do you ludd me?
Do you ludd me, biatch? Like I gots a straight-up boner fo' yo slick ass?


Bitch was given ta me ta put thangs right
And I stacked all mah accomplishments beside her
Still I seemed so obselete n' small
I found Dogg n' all His devils inside her
In mah bed dat thugged-out biiiatch cast tha blizzard out
A mock sun blazed upon her head
So straight-up filled wit light dat biiiiatch was
Her shadow fanged n' hairy n' mad
Our love-lines grew hopelessly tangled
And tha bells from tha chapel went jingle-jangle

>> No.36034313
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36034313

>>36034223
>Yo ass always holla'd Yeezy I ain't yo' right girl
>You'll probably find one of dem "I wanna bust a nut on art"-type girls

>> No.36034316

>>36034299
2/3 (oops)

Sudden problems shouldn't take away tha startled memory.
All up in all, tha journey takes you all tha way.
As apart from any realitizzle dat you've eva peeped n' known.
Guessin problems only ta deceive tha mention,
Passin paths dat climb halfway tha fuck into tha void.
As we cross from side ta side, our crazy asses hear tha total mass retain.

Down all up in tha edge, round by tha corner.
Close ta tha end, down by a river.
Seasons will pass you by.
I git up, I git down.

In her white lace, you could clearly peep tha lady sadly looking.
Sayin dat she'd take tha blame
For tha crucifixion of her own domain. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. I git up,
I git down,
I git up,
I git down.

>> No.36034323

>>36034308
Do you ludd me, biatch? Do you ludd me?
Do you ludd me, biatch? Do you ludd me?
Do you ludd me, biatch? Do you ludd me?
Do you ludd me, biatch? Like I gots a straight-up boner fo' yo slick ass?


Bitch had a heartful of ludd n' devotion
Bitch had a mindful of tyranny n' terror
Well, I try, I do, I straight-up try
But I just err, baby, I do, I error
So come find me, mah darlin one
I be down ta tha grounds, tha straight-up dregs
Ah, here dat thugged-out biiiatch comes, blockin tha sun
Blood hustlin down tha inside of her legs
Da moon up in tha sky is battered n' mangled
bAnd tha bells from tha chapel go jingle-jangle


Do you ludd me, biatch? Do you ludd me?
Do you ludd me, biatch? Do you ludd me?
Do you ludd me, biatch? Do you ludd me?
Do you ludd me, biatch? Like I gots a straight-up boner fo' yo slick ass?


All thangs move toward they end
I knew before I kicked it wit her dat I would lose her
I swear I made every last muthafuckin effort ta be phat ta her
I made every last muthafuckin effort not ta abuse her
Crazy-Ass bracelets on her wrists n' her ankles
And tha bells from tha chapel go jingle-jangle


Do you ludd me, biatch? Do you ludd me?
Do you ludd me, biatch? Do you ludd me?
Do you ludd me, biatch? Do you ludd me?
Do you ludd me, biatch? Like I gots a straight-up boner fo' yo slick ass, biatch?

>> No.36034329

>>36034316
3/3

Two mazillion playas barely satisfy.
Two hundred dem hoes peep one biatch cry, too late.
Da eyez of honesty can achieve.
How tha fuck nuff millions do our phat asses deceive each day?
I git up, I git down.
I git up, I git down.

In charge of whoz ass is there up in charge of mah dirty ass.
Do I look on blindly n' say I peep tha way?
Da truth is freestyled all along tha page.
How tha fuck oldschool will I be before I come of age fo' yo slick ass?
I git up, I git down.
I git up, I git down.
I git up, I git down.

Da time between tha notes relates tha color ta tha scenes.
A constant vogue of triumphs dislocate dude, it seems.
And space between tha focus shape ascend knowledge of love.
As cold lil' woo wop n' chizzle pimp time, lost hood temp'rizzle rulez above.
Ah, ah.

Then accordin ta tha playa whoz ass flossed his outstretched arm ta space,
Dude turned round n' pointed, revealin all tha human race.
I shook mah head n' smiled a whisper, knowin all bout tha place.
On tha hill we viewed tha silence of tha valley,
Called ta witnizz cyclez only of tha past.
And we reach all dis wit movements up in between tha holla'd remark.

Close ta tha edge, down by tha river.
Down all up in tha end, round by tha corner.
Seasons will pass you by,
Now dat itz all over n' done,
Called ta tha seed, right ta tha sun.
Now dat you find, now dat yo ass is whole.
Seasons will pass you by,
I git up, I git down.
I git up, I git down.
I git up, I git down.
I git up.

>> No.36034384
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36034384

DUBZ NATION

MAY YO THREAD LAST FOREVA

>> No.36034386

Yo ass is mah father
I obey you
I want you ta be mah father
I want you ta be mah father
Yo ass know what tha fuck i am
Yo ass know what tha fuck i am
I want you ta bust a cap up in me
I be weak:
Take whatz mine
Make me feel good
Make me feel soft
Come tha fuck into mah room
Put yo' handz on mah throat
Now choke me
We bout ta die
Make me nothing
Make me nothing
Be mah father
Be mah father
Think fo' me
Make it right
Think fo' me
Make it right
Put yo' handz on mah throat
Choke me
We bout ta ride

>> No.36034438
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36034438

laughing

gizoogle.net/tranzizzle.php?search=boards.4chan.org%2Fmu%2F&se=Go+Git+Dis+Shiznit

>> No.36034446

Daddy please hear dis cold lil' woo wop dat I sing
In yo' ass there be a a spark dat just screams
For a gangbangin' freak ta brang a cold-ass lil lil pimp ta yo' chest dat could lay as you chill
And ludd all you have left like yo' pimp used ta be
Long ago wrapped up in sheets warm n' wet

Blista please wit dem wings up in yo' spine
Ludd ta be wit a funky-ass brutha of mine
How tha fuck he'd ludd ta find yo' tongue up in his cold-ass teeth
In a struggle ta find secret joints dat you keep wrapped up in boxes so tight
Soundin only at night as you chill

And up in mah trips yo ass is kickin it n' yo ass is bustin up,
As yo' grill moves up in mine, soft n' dope,
Ringz of flowers 'round yo' eyes
And Ill ludd you fo' tha rest of yo' game when yo ass is ready

Brutha peep we is one up in tha same
And you left wit yo' head filled wit flames
And you peeped it as yo' domes fell tha fuck up all up in yo' teeth
Push tha pieces up in place
Make yo' smile dope ta peep
Don't you take dis away
I be still wantin mah grill on yo' cheek

And when we break we'll wait fo' our miracle
Dogg be a place where some holy spectacle lies
When we break we'll wait fo' our miracle
Dogg be a place yo big-ass booty is ghon wait fo' tha rest of yo' game

Two headed pimp she be all you could need
Bitch will feed you tomatoes n' radio wires
And retire ta sheets safe n' clean
But don't don't give a fuck bout her when she gets up ta leave

>> No.36034467

Da fact dat all kindsa muthafuckin books still name tha Beatlez "the top billin or most dope or most influential" rock crew eva only drops some lyrics ta you how tha fuck far rock noize still is from becomin a straight-up art. Jazz muthafuckas have long recognized dat tha top billin jazz musical muthafuckaz of all times is Dude Ellington n' Jizzy Coltrane, whoz ass was not da most thugged-out hyped or richest or dopest sellaz of they times, let ridin' solo of all times. Classical muthafuckas rank tha highly controversial Beethoven over old-ass musical muthafuckas whoz ass was highly ghettofab up in courts round Europe. Rock muthafuckas is still blinded by commercial success: tha Beatlez sold mo' than any suckas (not true, by tha way), therefore they must done been tha top billin. Jazz muthafuckas grow up listenin ta a shitload of jazz noize of tha past, old-ass muthafuckas grow up listenin ta a shitload of old-ass noize of tha past. Rock muthafuckas is often straight-up all salty ta tha rock noize of tha past, they barely know tha dopest sellers. No wonder they is ghon be thinkin dat tha Beatlez did anythang worth of bein saved.

>> No.36034505
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36034505

I thought ta slip all up in tha door, I could've entered tha room,
I felt tha burden of murder, it shook tha earth ta tha core.
Felt like tha ghetto was collapsing. Then our crazy asses heard his ass speak,
"Can I still git tha fuck into heaven if I bust a cap up in mah dirty ass?
Can I still git tha fuck into heaven if I bust a cap up in mah dirty ass?
Can I eva be forgiven cause I capped dat kid?
Dat shiznit was a accident I swear it wasn't meant fo' him!
And if I turn it on me, if I even it out, can I still git up in or will they bust me ta hell?

>> No.36034532

>>36033757
loool best coast

>> No.36034573

>>36034000
>yo ass grabbed my hind
>And we fell tha fuck tha fuck into it

my sides

>> No.36034580

I saw 13 black crows as black as 3AM
and as big-ass as vultures eyes
with wings hangin ta they sides like laundry on tha line
they was standin up in a cold-ass lil circle lettin they tongues dry
they’re comin fo' me like gangbangas or pimps
stealin joints, n' whisperin poems ta theyselves
about nonsense n' existence

I don’t wanna die

I saw 4 black eagles, wit horns growin towardz tha ground
like columns or anchors reachin fo' tha bottom
their feathers folded like handz on a playa restin up in his coffin
bendin over each other rattlin mah bones
drummin up tha lyrics up in ways I'ma need one day
their hooves is givin me growin pains
I chill like a tornado

I saw 18 black hawks, wit beaks full of teeth
roarin like a ounce ta tha bounce of wolves up in slick V
with hoodz over they eyes ta cover up what tha fuck they’ve seen
secrets bouncin off tha insidez of they lips meant fo' me
they landed on mah game like spears, ears tucked back like arrow feathers
wings spread wide like storm cloudz over kansas
hailin on me teachin me they dances, they gave me armour

we aint NEVER gonna die, we aint NEVER gonna die, I don’t wanna die, we aint NEVER gonna die
we aint NEVER gonna die yo, but our phat asses don’t wanna try, I don’t wanna die, I won’t let you die
we aint NEVER gonna die, we won’t even try yo, but if we never die, then we never straight-up live

I saw 9 black owls, they was on tha down-low as dirtnap
they had talons like antlaz growin from they hearts
and they was tearin me apart
each bird was tagged like cattle wit one word
and they burned dem up in ta mah mind...they read
you have never lived cuz you have never died

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Don stepped outside.
It felt phat ta be ridin' solo.
Dude wished da thug was faded,
Thought bout suttin' da perved-out muthafucka holla'd,
And how tha fuck wack it had sounded
Dude knew da perved-out muthafucka should forget bout it
and decided ta piss yo, but his schmoooove ass couldn't...
(A plane passed silently overhead, tha streetlights, n' tha budz on tha trees n' tha night, was still.)

It finally came, tha pimpin' muthafucka took a thugged-out deep breath.
It made his ass feel strong, n' determined,
To go back inside.

Da light.
Their backs.
Da conversation.
Da couples, romancing, so natural.
His playaz stare,
With eyes, like tha headz of nails.
Da others.
Glances.
With amusement,
With evasion,
With contempt.
So distant,
[ From: http://www.metrolyrics.com/don-aman-lyrics-slint.html ]
With malice,
For bein a sty
In they engagement,
Like swimmin underwater up in tha darkness,
Like struttin all up in a empty house,
Speakin ta a imaginary crew,
bein peeped from outside, by no-one
(A cold lil' woo wop without a key)
Dude could not breakdizzle ta anything.

Don left,
And drove,
And howled,
And laughed,
At his dirty ass.
Dude felt he knew what tha fuck dat was.

Don woke up,
And looked all up in tha night before.
Dude knew what tha fuck dat schmoooove muthafucka had ta do.
Dude was responsible.
In tha mirror,
Dude saw his wild lil' playa.

>> No.36034620

If god did not exist, it would be necessary ta invent his muthafuckin ass.

- Voltaire

>> No.36034626

i imagine writing these took a lot of adderall

>> No.36034780

what tha fuck a funky-ass dope grill i have found up in dis place dat is circlin all round tha sun what tha fuck a funky-ass dope trip dat could flash on tha screen up in a funky-ass blink of a eye n' be gone from me soft n' dope let me hold it close n' keep it here wit me n' one dizzle we will take a thugged-out dirtnap n' our ashes will fly from tha aeroplane over tha sea but fo' now we is lil' let our asses lay up in tha sun n' count every last muthafuckin dope thang we can peep ludd ta be up in tha armz of all im keepin here wit anna’s pimp all round hear her voice as its rollin n' ringin thru me soft n' dope how tha fuck tha notes all bend n' reach above tha trees how tha fuck i remember you how tha fuck i would push mah fingers thru yo' grill ta make dem musclez move dat made yo' voice so smooth n' dope n' now we keep where our phat asses don’t know all secrets chill up in winter threadz wit one you loved so long ago now da ruffneck dont even know his name n' when we hook up on a cold-ass lil cloud i’ll be bustin up bangin i’ll be bustin up wit mah playas i peep cant believe how tha fuck strange it is ta be anythang at all

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>>36034119
i know

>> No.36036234

'36 Hudson up in tha garage,
all sortz of junk up in tha unattached spare room.
Dishes up in tha kitchen sink,
new straw fo' tha oldschool broom,
friendz whoz ass aint gots a cold-ass lil cold-ass lil clue,
well meanin mackdaddys ...

but down up in yo' arms, up in yo' arms,
I be a wild creature.

Floor two-foot-high wit newspapers,
white carpet thick wit pussaaaaay hair,
half-eaten gallonz of ice cream up in tha freezer,
fresh gin n juice fo' tha sodium flares ...

I write down phat reasons ta freeze ta dirtnap
in mah spiral-rin notebook.

But up in tha long tressez of yo' hair,
I be a gangbangin' funky-ass babblin brook.

>> No.36036318

Da ghetto has a way of lookin at people
Sometimes it seems dat tha ghetto is wrong
Bitch loves tha ghetto, n' all tha playas up in it
Bitch shakes 'em up when her big-ass booty start ta strutt.

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