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BACK ON TOP w/ eirik
03:43
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Im back with The reload
I'm blessed like Gino
I feel like I'm d rose
I ball like I'm d rose
Lebron from the free throw
U can Mail me on PO
This shit Dope u might d.o
Damn I meant od
I ball like I'm kobe
R.I.P. Kobe
Make the rain snowy
Pour it up slowly
Pour it up codine
Ayo
Ayo
Ayo
Ayo
Look I'm back in this bitch
With the mac in this bitch
With the drum we make hits
To the max We don't switch
Im back and I'm rich
no cap no kizz
0-4 0-6
I go hard like a dick
I go far with the hits
Me n Caleb on top
We shine like some blitz
You fall u flop
No man we the shit
We fly u dick
Blind man with the stick
When I shoot I may miss
Look
man this shit don't stop
Back out n we back on top
Bad bitch and she give me the slop
Cigarettes burn out on a cop
Silhouettes yeah we see in the dark
Super man not talking bout clark
Yeah super man not talking about clark
Tony boy we don't fuck with starks
Aiming boy we throw fucking darts
Kanye west we up on the charts
Feeling like I'm 2pac
Ice all up in my cup
Drinking til I'm with 2pac
Her mouth filled with that purple stuff
Lean all in my fucking cup
Houston boy man we screwed up
Peter Griffin I'm thru luck
Peter Griffin I don't give a fuck
Norway boy æ har alc i min kopp
Bacardi drink i Cant stop
I said bacardi drink i Cant stop
(Talking)
My vision blurry
My cup muddy
My car cranky
Your bitch jerk me
Double cup for the fucking slurpee
When I rap all cap yheard me
Is that ur bitch she feeling flirty
Is that ur bitch I'm feeling flirty
Is that ur bitch I think she want me
She loves them norwegians prolly
Long dick stripper pole lengthy
See u in vallhall with my soldiers lurking
She want me I buy her a baby birkin
My chain heavy it's 2 kilos
For u American fucks that's like 4 pounds
Me n ur bitch that's like 4 rounds
I got asthma I can't last more than that
Travis Scott yeah I'm cactus jacked
Eiriki$ man I feel like god
U's a liar u's fucking fraud
I called u a bitch she was like "stopppp😭"
Yeah, I'm one of a kind
Nobody can match my grind
In the gym U do it for the vine
I b mediating in my spare time
That's a lie but I get mines
Is that ur girl I fractured her spine
U in her dms she's in mine
U can't touch me it's hammer time
Bang bang like it's All Time
I'm top 3 of all time
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HYPEAHOLICS w/ A Hype
02:58
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I’m a mother fucking bull in a china shop. Y’all full of that vagina chop, whina stop. I’m tryna pop, and no yo, I ain’t talking women. I’m talking pussy in generic, even Eric swimmin’. In vag behavior, gag ye savior. Is spitting bull, sitting full on his weak ass display. Dismay I’m in, the rhyming complete. Never on a dumb beat, numb feat it is, but shit this. By Scarberry, car very explosive, pushing Lexus. Dose of this next is, over kill, drove yer thrill. Too high, you try to do what it is. That I do but shit this, too up, up, away. Yup, yup, astray, I leave a sucka to grieve. Heave a fucka this eve, from me, the dumb be naive. Yo, bro, check out the flow. Doubt off the go, well then I’ll show I’m better. Rhyme cheddar getting, betting this letting is. Gon’ put me on, that the song, we gone.
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[salemsdeathcamp]
I’ll take you to salem’s lot decapitated and caught
I’m a young John Hinkley but i never miss my shots
Escape your fucking grasps with a crash like you stotz
Get opposition with garotte, turn their brains to Motts
These crypto bros trading stocks, jerking off to Elon
Full time internet cons, I hope they get scammed
Jack dorsey tied up in my basement for that fucking ban
I’m still in the process of figuring out really who I am
[Jackie Scan]
you an appetizer
i wire tap
your entire trap
fire melt your trash supply
high as orion
asteroids flying by
im buying time back
from the guy
who bought my casio
grass growin thru my patio
im cracking
pistachio
give you a pat on the back
n go
you brought a kodak
to a black hole
rats n moles
rags to riches
lag switches
the mac had
mad glitches
from the
jazz tracks i jacked
the gat sing like the jagged edges
wore the ralph jacket
when i got arrested
whole lotta resin
at moms residence
renaissance man
you rented everything
you ever rocked
never copped
fuck 12
upheld
my spot
dont drop
less its done well
you underwhelming
im welding metal
im mentally unwell
your schedule
just Ls
you never won once
i bumrush
shitting like dried plums
prune the buds
with a knife
sorry i got blood
on your nice white shoes
i write haikus all night
i dont like snoozing
im abusing the mic
might shoot dice
slicing dimes
of dioecious species
leave you in pieces
appeasement cheesy
fuck a peace treaty
i treat the beat
like a breathing exercise
you were never nice
enter the enterprise
gemini moon n a libra sun
hes the one
i seen enough
[salemsdeathcamp]
Never had a father so imma different kind of program
What the fuck arent you? I am
Imma young Carrie white, out casualties on sight
Fake ass thirty some men be talking they plight
Pandering to edgy teens they stuck in the alt right
Writing this at midnight, loathing cis bedmites
Fuck every politician and they rich ass kids
With their nice neighborhood real estate businesses
I’m on my sixth eye shit, not mentally within
When it come to smuggling talent, I am a kingpin
Fuck metalheads and old bitches with opinions
Ever since Limbaugh died, you know I’m singing
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I’m the rap game’s bad boss, flyest when i blast off, supplier of the gas dawg i stay around ya neck like an ascot/ spittin with a bad cough, pistol whip slap shot, lay ya goalie down then fuck around and hit the mascot// this chess lil bro you a knight every step is an L, cross me i x men sentinel still stay strapped with that sentinel steel/ steady complacent while they stay erecting the jails till u enter that cell we were destined to fail// wraith in the sky i protect from the hail soul fly then i sent em to hell// yo horsegod, these rappers still fuckin annoying i’m at it again/ turn a pad on the wall to a pad for my pen/ i’m the ghastliest spectre that crawled out the back of his den grew a body then grabbed him some legs/ snakes in the grass with they friends talk slick till matt on they head, say the dump gawd name wrong how i show what this mac’ll do next// look, i flip you like an ambigram, the candyman you say my name enough i aim and bust, rearrange you like an anagram/ know scan the man stay connected like an ampersand, rappers goofy using way too many ampers and, can’t understand why they suck cus their battery’s dead// rappers get stabbed in they neck boy i feel like the sun way i spun and they plasma got shed/ i only rap with the best even then i’m still after they heads/ you shoulda asked for some blessings before tryna scrap with the devil//
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Depression, suppression, self induced regression
Freshen up my breath just to ask another question
Stop talking brethren, class is in session
Chrome dome bitch looking like he packing pressure
Never had a place to call my home
Always running 'way from something old
Lookin at my Phone motherfucker wanna talk to me and alter me
Awesome me, fuckin an Altar boy that's tall to me
Talk to me
Homies running round tryna spread some shit to halter me
Falter, please, walter, please
Bad like i'm breaking down the wall for you bitches
Hop around the skirt till we turn into some witches
If i play some games imma turn it to some riches
I am like an addict, i be yelling that it itches
Playing with some switches, trigger pulling glitches
Turning you to twitches, submit, you need some stitches
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We tramped the open moorland in the rainy April weather
And came upon the little inn that we had found together
The landlord gave us toast and tea and stopped to share a joke
And I remember firelight
I remember firelight
I remember firelight
And you remember smoke
We ran about the meadow grass with all the harebells bending
And shaking in the summer wind a summer never-ending
We wandered to the little stream among the river flats
And I remember willow trees
I remember willow trees
I remember willow trees
And you remember gnats
We strolled the Spanish marketplace at 90 in the shade
With all the fruit and vegetables so temptingly arrayed
And we can share a memory as every lover must
And I remember oranges
I remember oranges
I remember oranges
And you remember dust
The autumn leaves are tumbling down and winter's almost here
But through the spring and summertime we laughed away the year
And now we can be grateful for the gift of memory
For I remember having fun
Two happy hearts that beat as one
When I had thought that we were "we"
But we were "you and me".
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caleb scarberry Toledo, Ohio
caleb scarberry from toledo, ohio.
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