Boomom brother, more and more, surpassing you

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Since it had 666 views when I entered: Team Satan for the win Team Satan for the headspin Leaves you in the dead man's bin No juice, no gin Personally bankrupt, homeless Head fucked up, hopeless No goals to get, no respect Living like a complete reject Beauty in the eye of evil Lovely in the eye of the devil For he wants your world to be A taste of what you have to see The burning gates of hell For having such an ugly face Only hell is make-believe It's as real as moon streets Like WWE rap beefs Gotta get some teeth Into a burger That makes as much sense As that head butter churner I'm a wisdom learner Phat ass head turner Disappointed by a fat burner With too little in the furnace No wood-burning on the terrace

the spiritual ritual oftenly done habitual it's not fictional forget ouija boards and voodoo dolls it's nothing compared to leaving self-control micro chip reader implanted controllers can be granted access to your mental cesspool of rotten abscess, and guess who loves it, the rich and wealthy they even think it makes them healthy with too much money on your hands that's a draw you can truly understand illuminati after leaving your body illuminated like a glowing hottie with so many watts it's a topic of discussion amongst those with an anti head concussion their IQ ain't slow like yours after being fooled into this for sure and you end up lobotomized drooling on the floor with your money in someone else's pocket, as a fellow human, my tip isn't drop it, it's go for it....... gory shit

self-immolation, on the international space station an astronaut in flames mental health in a frame colleagues stuck in tubes not knowing what to do while the ground was crude just talking dumbly rude get in the space suit to survive or try to save him and his life all of that for frogs how people that jog step on them where the tunnels at was written in his forehead now he's more dead than a maimed toad splatted on the road self-immolation, on the international space station no more space patience eternity is waiting just a snap of the fingers in the bigger picture that's your life then you're dead like him and his wife which also jumped in the ocean not having any joy potion too much hard stool is uncool, without a good tool to scope it out ice cream bar style rag dolled out of a ride head first, what a sight that's the world we're living in and you're giving in to religion all religion is shit not just juda- and muslim-ism no phobic nothing that's just part of the oppression that's enough for this session

everything looked nice and clean she looked like any guy's dream she looked like she was so sweet he brought her home, to get her deep but what he didn't know was that she was a demon fo sho when he spunked into her it was like an elixir cure turning her into, a green demon all that shit, just for semen part of the clan of sea men demons living amongst seaweed a demon tribe hooked on speed doing bongs of weed, all day long with their arteries clogged by too much fatty fish preferring to feast on the arm hairs of the rich so sick, they prefer to sit in the middle when sitting in the back of a car go on rooftoops to lick tar lye in the storage room of bars to sniff old whiskey bottles topless hanging under the cars of coppers they drink only the blood of headboppers thinking they hip-hop, looking toppers when waving their hand live, like tube Stans for a plan of the damned they don't understand never call a rap group a band for then they will eat you alive with no saliva, they use urethras as throat lube, etcetera

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come on, we gotta go we gotta leave the planet, fo sho there ain't no more life here, yo after people had to live on poles above the nature growing back nature got out of hand as quick as that shootgun out, splat splat splat............. fuck this rap.....

Ahhh!!!!!

favorite Boom Bap

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Yo wass good bro I'm making a zombie short film & ide luv to a lay vocals on this & give you full credit for a non profit project

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note: discretion is advised for the following lyrics. you can see the tracks, something's off why are they so big, the snow's not that soft something's wrong, very, very wrong a creature with such big feet must be very, very strong was there something weird, in that bong why are the fucking tracks, thaaat long you at the wrong place, at the wrong time a place, that won't be the scene of a crime for you can't incarcerate, something of that size part of the animal, or rather, mystic kingdom might it have wings, and fly like dom it'll leave you like a splat tomato, no death drop dive roll shit gets real now, no distanced doom scroll you're in yeti territory, he's coming to get you there are no myths, the reality is true he won't settle with beating you black and blue he's gonna fucking _ _ _ _ _ _ _ (waaahhh) (x2) you just don't fuck with a yeti forget about boxing skills and magnum forty-five what helps on a grizzly, won't help tonight you would need at least five, dudes with auto rifles nothing less, that's not nearly enough to stifle whatchu gon' do, in the middle of nowhere, no wi-fi you were just gonna brag about ur himalayan adventure now you're running away from a yeti, no stress quencher nothing to help, except your feet, from this mighty monster maybe you can hide behind a cliff, where he can't sniff, ya out this is going straight west, not north, east or south pout, while you go out, or give up a fight stick him in the eyes with your hiking knife gouge 'em eye apples out, and you might get away one things' for sure, either you or him is gonna stay if you get his eyes out, give him a folsom prison bum rush times one hundred, and you might not be, completely fucked you're in yeti territory, he's coming to get you there are no myths, the reality is true he won't settle with beating you black and blue he's gonna fucking _ _ _ _ _ _ _ (waaahhh) (x2) you're in yeti territory, he's coming to get you there are no myths, the reality is true he won't settle with beating you black and blue he's gonna fucking KILL YOU (waaahhh)

I’m back once again

i love this beat i can rap so clean to it ur beats starting to make me want to do recording.. i just notice i rymed the first sentence without thinkin lmao

Seeing pumpkin head, this is a perfect theme for it. Especially in a new film.

Yo this is hard bro 🥶 Got me feeling festive for sure, nice job man 💯🔥💀

Siiickest melody !

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A madchild type beat

Muito bom!

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Damn, that sounds so fckin cool man. 🥶🖤🔥

The thumbnail is my current Tshirt by Cavity Colors haha. Happy October my brother 🎃

I can sleep now

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Sickeningly dope it's 6:30a right now and I'm absolutely JAMMING to this one

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Oh my god what a cool beat, so many switchups

Dope beat big up

Finally

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Tao là ông bá hộ nhà quá giàu thiệt là chán chết Chú thằng cuội thiếu nợ nên cái gì nó cũng bán hết Con ở đợ trả tiền cho ông, dù có què con cũng ráng lết chăn bò chăn trâu đầy tớ mọi việc con làm láng hết Đi dọc đường mắt nhìn đằng xa, một đám nhóc có cái đầu ba giá Tụi nó chơi miệng cười ha há, để ông bá hộ tiện lại qua phá Hoá ra một trong số đó, chính là thằng cuội cháu của đầy tớ Nó đòi chuộc chú nó về nhưng không có tiền thiệt là ngây thơ Trên tay cầm một cái hũ cuội nói đó là chiếc hũ thần kì Nếu mà ông có cần thì ở trong hũ đầy ắp châu báu trò con nít mày lừa tao hả đòi ăn tao không có đâu cháu Nói thiệt mà bá hộ không tin,con biến ra nếu như ông muốn Miệng úm ba la xì bùa, tay cầm hũ đồng tiền rớt xuống nhưng đến tao làm phép một cắc không có một cái gì luôn Ông ơi ông là người lạ, nên là phải cần làm thân Lại chỗ vắng đọc câu thần chú này tám lần Ông bỏ vợ bỏ con ông lấy tiền Ông bỏ vợ bỏ con ông lấy tiền Ông bỏ vợ bỏ con ông lấy tiền Nghe câu này xong vợ con ông nghe được là mặt tái liền Ông bỏ vợ bỏ con ông lấy tiền Ông bỏ vợ bỏ con ông lấy tiền Ông bỏ vợ bỏ con ông lấy tiền Tiền đâu không thấy trước mắt là tao thấy phiền Đường đường là một ông bá thiên hộ Danh xưng gọi bố thiên hạ, mà bị lừa thì thằng này nó quá được Thôi thì đi tìm kiếm nó để mà làm một cái kèo mà cá cược tao thách thằng chú cháu mày làm cho tao bước ra khỏi nhà nghe nói là mày khôn lỏi, việc gì mày làm thì cũng giỏi mà ? Ông ơi, ông biết trước hết rồi thì sao mà con làm được con làm kiểu gì ông cũng không đi chân không dám bước Thôi bây giờ vậy đi, ông ra ngoài sân, rồi con sẽ khiến cho ông vô rồi rồi tao nghe theo mày, mày lừa được tao chắc đợi tết công gô Haha ông ơi, con đã lừa được ông rồi nha

B.A.N.G.E.R 💯😆🔥🔥🔥🔥

Doooope!

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Just purchased the unlimited for this. Had to have it.

note: the following lyrics contain sexual adult content, and is intended as an act bam, bam, bam, my revolver shoots a bullet in'o a fine secretary material skull, let's wine and dine her, find her good sides, nerd i finna get that thing wide on this bird, for sure nothin' about this fuckin' job, is fuckin' pure we need sumthin to do, in between time stamps we some true crime champs, drink wine from lamps to have some fun, watchin' over this, it's so dumb what else can we do, than to fucking cum on the payroll, it barely pays for my mcmansion ain't gonna be no mon'y left for my grandson what'd you expect, that there were alien skulls to explore dude, that's not what y'all dudes got in store roll up a doobie, let's get that dutch, guy donuts with the dune buggy, and such, fly this what your tax bucks pay for, top secret stamp got horrorcore on the encore, that shit rocks like dayumn all unidentified flying objects are just one of our secret projects da most alien thing about area fifty-one is hoes getting jobs here, sucking the gun (x2) when we get a collegial treat, we smoke a bucket get some good haze nepalese mix, and suck it there ain't no aliens, bro, no need to hang at the gate if y'all jump the fence, y'all know what's your fate it for sure ain't gonna be gettin' a taste, of ma weed y'all down to the pen at high speed, lit up, with a felony 'cause ain't no one gonna ruin what we got here, better than munchies on a cantaloupe melon, see we don't care if y'all dudes got fear, pop a tear while we pop a cold beer, cheers, we ain't gonna stop the scare the closest thing to any alien remaints is when workers gotta be put in restraints 'cause they freak out 'bout the weed 'noid it's not the best place to light up and be paranoid this place can be scary, it ain't a freaking fairytale that's why people workin' here, need a strong stomach to stomach it, that's what we look for when we employ plus of course - loving being part of our shit show all unidentified flying objects are just one of our secret projects da most alien thing about area fifty-one is hoes getting jobs here, sucking the gun (x2) visits from outer space, does it leave you amazed ain't nothing out there, as far as I care, no trace we just made up the alien stuff, oh my days we didn't think it would get such a big followin' good for me, as it makes for more hoes swallowin' to get a piece of the cake, full munchies after gettin' baked playin' some poker now and then, the state gets the rake we gotta subtract at least a bit, from the budget deficit it ain't getting no better due to places like this it is what it is, good ol' monkey business it's the shit, is it not, oh yeah, workin' here hot when everyone gets down to the beat, oh boy hopak leg jump crip walk fusion, no toy we know how to do this, put in some parkour moves, bitch that's our life, and I forgot, don't fuckin' snitch if you get a job here and do, you'll get more than a stitch you think there's sumthin wrong with this, well, dats rich all unidentified flying objects are just one of our secret projects da most alien thing about area fifty-one is hoes getting jobs here, sucking the gun my weapon of mass cummotion dats dat bring home the bacon potion all unidentified flying objects are just one of our secret projects da most alien thing about area fifty-one is hoes getting jobs here, sucking the gun (x3)

Note: Horrorcore act, not real. Discretion is advised. *Intro with a soft party-ish melody* let's have fun, in the sun, yeah, yeah, yeah with some rican rum, wee enjoying life with the cool peeps, see that can afford jetskis and...... *changes into this beat* (error, error) time for psyche terror your soul is mine, you're just another feather, in my hat you gone, in my opinion - it's so much better, from life - you're sacked (x2) ain't gon' lie, you gon' die, you can try to get away but imma set it straight, so benevolent 'cause i'm the better man, in my measurin' tape beautiful like a red ripe grape, forget the red tape 12's tape, my mental institution's lost tapes, it's all fake it ain't gon help to avoid an early wake, bro you ain't gon' end up at the pearly gates, no if life gives ya lemons, don't give 'em to me for I'll make ya a lemonade, full of fetty surprise you big-time, sly bouncing betty slyer than when avoiding dat camping fucks gets me sucks to be you, when you're in my dungeon if po-po comes, imma gun them, the fuck down but no one will come, in this little sucky town when i come out with the slaughterer's gown (error, error) time for psyche terror your soul is mine, you're just another feather, in my hat you gone, in my opinion - it's so much better, from life - you're sacked (x2) i ain't going down without a lil ol' war, for sure when five-o eventually comes, they'll get the dragon's claw this whole fucking place is booby-trapped fools get more than smacked, with the bear trap i sear the gap, between fear and rap smear your strap, you still need guerilla skills, tho to not get hit by my tranq darts, lil ho so you're not safe just 'cause you got the burner it won't save ya from belzebub's furnace him i work for, search for do all the dirty work for, to find another man-whore to see what sufferin' he can endure, tor-ture for sure, there is no cure except; find the potion at the seventh ocean drink the blood of a white and black in motion then spit it at me - I will disappear into eternity (error, error) time for psyche terror your soul is mine, you're just another feather, in my hat you gone, in my opinion - it's so much better, from life - you're sacked (x3)

Banger. Loving the podcast too brother 🔥

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