JM JONES: you ready for some beats,
you ready for some skeets?
across yo moms teeth. thats how she kisses you at night.
and you put up a fight.
you like my rhymes
you like my timing.
you should see my dick
its encrusted with diamonds
baby look at it shining,
its good for busting up hymens
in the dark.
make some sparks in the back of my car beep beep
keep my skeet in a jar.
it aint funny. shit like money.
and its drippin like honey
outta ya butt straight from my nuts.
you should start a trust,
with the shit i just shot up ya guts
i know its vulgar, its how i roll
when i enter ya vulva
and now its all over
pass the controller
you sleep on my shoulder
heavy as a boulder
bitch roll over

BCHAP: WHHHOOOP yo bitch
what bitch
suck dicks
fuck bitch
ill tear up ya sheets
like a thanksgiving feast
ill rip out ya asshole and ill put it on a plate
cause you know it tastes great
just like strawberry pie but ill punch you in the eye
if you fuck with that other guy
(do what you wanna do)
FUCK. you like violence?
i like lyrical silence...

bitch please, you a sneeze, get on yo knees
take this breeze of my fart.
smell it up
love it up
FUCK YOU IN DA BUTT

KIPPLE MANG:
my rhythm legit, i shit on yo shit, im with it.
fuck midgets for tidbits of truth
id fuck you too, if you wasnt so motherfucking glued
to the motherfucking boobtube
i knew youd screwed with the wrong dude
im long dude
i mean my motherfucking schlong dude.
it was rude, when i poo'd on yo cat
but its only scat, you aint with that?
dont have a fucking heart attack.
you whack crack fiend
i smash pen-is with bliss
cause my names chris
klippel
i suck tipples of nipples
while they dribble a little
on a fresh pack of skittles
(taste the rainbow biatch, ow ow ow.)

JM,BCHAP,KIPPLE:
rich white kids,
worship shit,
become president,
suck my dick!

KIPPLE MANG:

philosophy, i give you philosophic colonoscopies
and philosophical lobotomies and sodomy.
im wanted like a nations sovereignty
its just a part of me
to be sucking on yo moms teats
while shes feeding me collard greens and mashed beets
i skeet skeet when i hear the clock beep beep
and i wake from my sleep to the mean streets
no clean sheets to bed freaks, i need said freaks to give me head, neat.
like a beat that makes yo ass shake in the seat.

JM JONES:
like ya beating ya meat
im tryna sleep. keep it down
dont be a clown, quite making all them sounds
thumping ya feet on the ground
im under you, keep that shit down, said im under you!

OLDSKOOLROB:
so let me start this next verse
with wordplay that makes ya head hurt
and make you want to tar and feather every senator
that thinks theyre better than you and i
sending veterans to kill and die
my rhymes are like a bottle of excedrin
some verbal medicine.
a light bulb that shines brighter than anything
ever invented by thomas edison.
im making addicts from my lyrics, symphonics
making the ground shake like earthquakes and plate techtonics
im spitting hyperbolic tonic and logic that you get lost in
vitriolic rhymes aimed at followers of james dobson.
sicker than cholera and all of the snakes in medusas hair,
i even got apollo bowing down to me in zeus' chair.
i got the english language wrapped inside of a straight jacket attack it with an anguish aimed at statists and imperialistic rackets.
lyrical backflips, excersise demons and give em fat lips
while girls play musical chairs on my matteress.

the prescription for your sickness is to sit back and listen
as i spit so much venom hissing cobras start wishing that me and them could switched positions.
hit em with so much complexity that stephen hawkins starts walking just to stand next to me.
got super models texting me, sippin on some hennessey.
end the empire so i can finally rest in piece.

PADLO:
my flows so cold. icicles in yo eyeballs
hit you where it hurt you most if i dont fucking like you.
dont take it personal is just a means for survival,
im like charles darwin, this is my galapagos
surveying the geology in front of me
you bird brains is just a novelty, dont front on me
fo fo's for you dodos got your world ending in slo mo
like the end of scarface when tony killed minolo
coming up ill never forgot
growing up northwest
the opposite of orcutt as i walk out to my doorstep
looking nice in my white nik cortez
didnt know i was just another poor kid
now i find myself in my fortress
with some whores that
just want some mo sex
(fart, burp)