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Oh shit, I guess we're starting
The mic is where my heart is
I know what my part is
I hear my own voice
I make my own choice
I guess, we're fuckin' doing it
The horse is out the gates
It's time to start the race
Shoutout to Kathy Bates and also Betty White
All the people, if you're the type
I wanna say that you're equal on the mic
But nobody's equal to me
Nobody is coming for my neck
I am looking for respect
I'm not looking for a check
Unless it is for my friends
That's why we're doing this
To make some pennies
And maybe make amends
Sailors in the sea might get the bends
That is my fuckin' dream
To go with James Cameron in a submarine
To the bottom of the ocean
Rocking forth with the motion
Me and Jimmy Cameron, sipping on some potion
Sharing our emotion
Daring you to fuck with us
At the sea, at a deep water vent
But we don't got the bends, we're not bent
I think that's what I'm meant to do
Me and my crew
Gigantic, looking to cross the sea
For the Titanic
Oh shit, you mean they found it?
Already? They'd abounded with treasure?
Man, that doesn't give me pleasure
I don't know how to measure
How I feel about that shit
But that won't make me quit
In my quest, to scour the deep sea
Like, you and me?
Searching for an angle, mangled
The corpse in the Bermuda Triangle
Maybe looking for Amelia Earhart's plane
We're like "oh, shit, what remains"
And
Then we get to the bottom
Amelia Earhart's like "oh, shit, got em!"
You didn't know, but I was an immortal
I just stepped through this fucking spacetime portal
Shuffled off my fucking mortal coil
Mortal Kombat, you know that I'm oil
All my fuckin' blood, but I got a loyal
And you know, I am not gonna take a foil
To my head in a little tin cap shape
Because you know I'm great
I popped the grape
But I'm not on some conspiracies
I'm just trying to see what's up in the seas
I believe that I will not cease and desist
You cannot resist
When I'm stepping through like gorillas in the mist
I am in Manila, in Hong Kong
In San Francisco, doing a disco
Pop it hot like it's Crisco
But I gotta pace myself
If we're gonna raise this wealth
That's why I flow at this tempo
Hello, I do kempo
In my mind, that's a form of martial arts
But I take, partial starts
And I just gave little partial farts
When I'm shitting on the mic
'Cause you know I got this heart
And you know I got the K-Mart
State-of-the-art mind
But I'm not be-hind
No, I'm way out in the front
Rolling up a 30-foot blunt
And you know I'm not gonna bunt
In a baseball game, I'm gonna hit the dinger
Because I am the rap ringer
I never make the wrong call
And you know, chicks dig the long ball!
I am like (Ah)
They are like (Wow)
Watsky, you cannot stop me
I got no paparazzi
I'm a fucking doorstep
I'm gonna take one more step
And then, take another
Word, to ya mother, word to ya fatha'
Here I am, man, fuckin' camp Granada
Just keep rappin', yada yada yada
Hey, shout-out to fuckin' Jerry Seinfeld
Me and him, it's like a fuckin' mind meld
Or maybe it's more like Larry David
Because you know we're not playing
Shoutout to the Jews, the chosen people
You know that you cannot fuckin' lose
But also, shoutout to the Christians
Shoutout to the agnostics, starting their own missions
You know you cannot stop it
Also, fuckin' shoutout to the Baha'i Faith
Who know we're gonna make way
For the Jehovah's Witnesses
They got their hit list-esses
Walking up to the different fuckin' doors
Saying "Would you like to love God a little more?"
But it kinda sucks, just because of COVID
They can't be making no bids
I heard they're not doing that door-knockin'
But, you know, we're not stoppin'
However you appraise 'em
No, we are fuckin' raising
On the mic I'm fuckin' blazing
If the sun is blazing
I turn into a raisin
I'm bringing this whole craze
For almost two whole days
I don't think that's possible
I don't think that's wise
I don't think that's probable
That is what they say when they look in to my eyes
My momma was afraid for me
She busted in like the maître d
She said "Hello umm"
I don't think you wanna sit here
I don't think you wanna get here
'Cause you might die
You know but then I was like "I gotta try"
I gotta try to do the right thing
Shoutout to Spike Lee
I'm gonna try to get the ring
Try to get the bling
Try to be the king of the long raps
Like I was the dude with the ass raps
Doesn't matter
As long as the people fuckin' clap
As long as we give a little joy
Give em dat'
Then I will cut the crap
I guess I am a believer
And I don't care that I got seizures
I got my fuckin' pills
I'm gonna take 'em right around midnight
So I can get right
I think that's what I gotta do
Shout out to the medical commun-
Itty I just get gritty
I hope my rhymes are not shitty
Umm, mic check are you with me?
Shout-out Bobby and Whitney
But not shout out to the bad things he did
I don't know if I'm gonna have a kid
I don't know if I'm gonna raise a child
But it might be fun they'd be fuckin' wild
They would make be fuckin' smile
They got fuckin' bile and some guts
Everybody does
Everybody got guts
Everybody got nuts
Or half the people maybe like 48.7%
That's about how it went
I think that is the percentage-ish
Of the gender fuckin' separation
Although we know in this nation
Things are fuckin' changin' and you gotta be patient
If you don't understand
I got my fuckin' rhymes on demand
I can run it back
But I'm not allowed to under the rules of Guinness
If I'm trying to fuckin' win this
I will not get winded, I have not rescinded
Anything that I've fucking said
By the end of this shit I'll be fuckin' dead
I'll be seeing red like I said gotta take my meds
That is like Right Said Fred
You just gotta relax
If you wanna come and swing your lyrical battle axe
I don't get lyrical cataracts
So I can see clearly, so I can be dearly
Received, I've got to achieve
Whatever I've got up my sleeve
Whatever I've got in my pouch
Shoutout to pouch, ouch
I pricked my finger, that is not true
But on this mic I will linger for you
And for my crew
This is what I've got to do
I've got to drop it hot for you
'Cause this is why I'm hot
This is why I'm not
Shoutout to Mims
Shoutout to Hims
That's that brand of underwear
That I saw advertised everywhere on the New York subway
I'm drivin' down the one way
I'm cruisin' up the runway
Spreading my wings
Like I am a Cessna
Like I am a chestnut
Roastin' on an open fire, bing!
Crosby, you got me
Me, hot see?
Me Watsky
See?
Sittin' in the hot seat
No, I'm sittin' in the cat-bird seat
But that word, beats droppin' me
And meha coppin'
Shoutout to Frank Macoppin
Playground
In the fuckin' San Francisco SFC
Because you know how this go
We are the best in Dolores Park
We have a chorus singin' in the dark
Hark, the angel
Shoutout to Chuck Rangel
Rangel, I don't remember how to pronounce his name but
In December maybe I will be dismembered
By a fuckin' psychotic type of Santa
Comin' down my chimney
Wavin' fuckin' butcher knives
That’d be fucking crazy
Who is he
Who is this robotic crazy Santa
Oh my ‘lanta
I can’t believe that he’s tryna get me
Instead of giving me presents
I can't believe that he got me on the ground
But I'm like "no I'm Watsky"
And Santa said "oh I was just tryna do this shit to a fucked up type of dude"
But I'm like "that's rude
Santa you've got to improve your fuckin' additude'
Plus I was in the nude
He got me tackled on the ground
My fuckin' whole brood around me
And I got my whole butt out
He's like damn I guess I'll put this knife away
Cut-out
Cut it out like on Full House
John Stamos
John Stains-Most in his pants
But that's okay
We don't judge people who like to dance away the day
If they need a Pepto-Bismol
My throat is not abysmal
This all that I can do is just give this my not screwed-up attempt
I will not repent
And I’m not demented
But I meant it
When I sent it
From my brain
I'm not plain
Im not fuckin' around
I’m not cluckin' the ground
Just right there it’s only two feet
That’s pretty cool man I eat
From that cup right there
The one that’s floatin' up in the air
It’s got a fuckin' strawber-
-ry smoothie
I flow very smoothly
But you cannot do me
Do me, do me like that
I got that roomie type rap
It’s mad philosophical
I just keep on droppin' all
Of the marbles in my brain
They’re comin' out my nose
And then they just remain
On the ground
Even the cat’s eye
That is my favorite fuckin' marble that passed by
Did you know at places
People on the internet watch marble races
I watched one
It was mad fun
I picked the fuckin' blue marble
And my pick wasn't all garbled
It came down the shoot
It was going all fuckin' cool
And then it fuckin scooted past the red one
That kid from The Shining like Red-Rum
Meaning murder
Worder
Wordier
All my flows are so dirtier
Than you could even fuckin' guess
I'm not even fucking stressed
I'm so damn relaxy
Shout out to a Maxi-Pad
For being so absorbent
That's a good fuckin' fuction
My girl's not in her head 'cause she knows it
Put her hands in the air
Maxi Pads doing what they do down there
If you are shaved or if you've got hair
It doesn't matter if you've got a bush or are bare
Do what you wanna
Word to your mama
Your dude can't tell you what you gotta do
Gotta do what you wanna
Make your own choice
With your body or your voice
If you are moist
I know some people don't like that word
Palabra
But you know you gotta like what you like
There was this one time this dude named Ike
Ran to be Prez
And he fuckin' won
Eisenhower, that's what I said
I's a power-rapper
Yes I am
So fuckin' dapper
The clapper
Doesn't work on the lights on this green screen
Man, that would be a dream scene
If I could fuckin' clap and things would fuckin' do what they want
What I want, damn
That would be no scam
I don't eat no Spam
That's 'cause I am a soft boy
And I only eat Bok-Choy
'Cause I'm a little veggie human
And that's what I be doin'
Let me clarify
Like clarified butter
Again, word to your mother
And also not to digress
But I gotta get it off of my chest
Word to Mark Wahlberg
Word to ballers
Wait, okay, let me make my main point
As I rap over this joint
And that is that I don't only eat Bok-Choy
I also eat soy
I also as a Jewish type dude not a goy
Get lots of joy out of eatin' carrots
Out of eatin' broccoli
Out of eatin' lots of trees
Out of smokin' lots of trees
That is true
That is not
I don't smoke a lot
But I do when I party
But during COVID, I party hardly
And I guess that's kinda sad
But I've had some calls with my dad
Paul Watsky
And Claire Watsky
It's rare, stop me
It's not, lots of Sundays
I call my parentals
And I just steal out my fuckin' mentals
But I don't pull out my dentals
I go sometimes I do in a dream
When I am on the scene
And the ghost come and make me scream
It's like you are doing the most
And I gotta fuckin' boast
Shout out to the host, to the boast, the most roast
That is some shit if you take a gander
That was said by Mr. Ned Flanders
Mr. Homer Simpson
I'm the type of dude lots of dudes simps on
They're like “Watsky, I'll do everything for you
I'll white knight for you and your fucking crew”
I'm like “Dude, don't be a simp
Actually, DO be a simp
You could be pimp
You could be wimp
You could fucking walk with a limp
You can have a crimp in your dimp-le”
I just get the whole tent pole
Up in the sky cause I meant
Lots of people can come in
Cause I got a big tent
So if you are a lame
Fucking get bent
And by lame, what I mean in this game
Is the type of person who says that you're lame
Is the type of person who judges
Is the type of person who never budges
When they get stubborn
Cause you know we got to put our fears in the cupboard
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Word!
I think I got this whole thing turn-ed up
But that is bound to happen
34 hours when you keep on rappin'
Some words are going to collide like trains
Coming head to head, but it remains
To be seen that I get back on the track
With the *ratatat* *tat* *tat* when they *clap clap clap*
With my fucking clapping gums
So don't judge me too much if what I say is dumb
Sometimes
Cause I'm not trying to kick any dumb rhymes
But it happens and I think that is the lesson
That you cannot achieve perfection
And it's not even a worthy goal
You just gotta try to put that ball in the hole
More times than not
This is why I'm hot, as I said
But, you know Man's Not Hot?
Although the truth is, I kinda fuckin' am
'Cause I'm goin' kinda fuckin' ham
On the microphone-o oh no
Can't believe he's like Apollo Anton Ohno
Ice skatin' all over the beat
Makin' it repeat
I do not want to beat my meat, on the camera
That would be a bad fuckin' PR move
When I'm all up in the groove with my meat out
They would be like "oh, shout out
That will ruin my career
Is that fuckin' clear?
Showin' his whole rear?
He got fuckin' nakey
Make me, take me
You cannot bake me
In my EZ bake oven
No Sara Lee
I just keep on flowing, so merrily
Verily, forsooth, did he do that shit
Oh shit, man he's in the booth dropping it
He's just Frank Coppin it
And there is no halting' it
I just put some fuckin malt in it
Make it like some Yoo-hoo
Yoo-hoo!
Did you fuckin' boo hoo when I rhymed

'Cause you could not rhyme
Like I do, do the crime and you know that I'm
Just puttin' lime on top of this shit
And that's lyme with the L-Y-M-E, envy me
'Cause you know when I put it on top
That I am going to make it drop
To the bottom of the urinal
You're all in my brain
And I'm hearing y'all
But I'm not 'cause I'm not seeing comments
I be too scared to see the tools
But I got to just remain bold
And I've got to stay in the hold
My whole nuts life, oh, my nuts
Remember that shit? Remember Gobble Guts?
Remember jungle?

They got lots of range, they fuckin' levitate
Verbally, vocally, stoking the fire
Of the couress I retired
I feel one year
'Cause when my nuts dropped I did not know clear
See how I could sing, that took many years
Before I try to do with the din
And now I only rapped
And now I only try to cap, no cap
I just try to get that back
That back, uh, back
And I'm gone
Over the fence
No shout out to my pens

You know that goth is a dude who's friends with Lynn Maranda

I'm sittin' on the veranda
Just sippin' on my water
Lookin' at my ink blotter
Feelin' like the best
Starin' at my Rorschach test
And it's tellin' me some dark crap
It's tellin' some star type of stuff
Like oh shit, I'm gruff
I'm like Scruff, Scruff, Scruff, my gruff
Scruff, my gruff, Chicago, Illinois
6-0-6-5-2 that I'm
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You know that a bat kills
Using sonar
Going through the cave
With the lights pulsing like it is a rave
I am not a knave
In the sense of my evil
I'm like Evel Knievel
I can jump over three mics
With my tiny little bike
I am gettin' funky
Did you see that video yesterday with the monkey
On the motorbike
That pulled that kid down the street, yeah that little tike
It was really scary
I didn't eat for like three hours, you dared me
To, but I said that that video was too weird
A monkey trying to steal a kid, man, this dude's clear-ly
A weird type of simian
Type of chimpanzee, I don't know which one
It was, it was in Jakarta, I think?
I don't know what type of the rink
Of this world that I skate
I repeat that I'm late
To the party
But that means that partly I gotta go hardy
Hardly, not like Tom Hardy
I don't like smarties
This is a smoothie by the way, I'm hardly
Eating nothing, I say
I say, good sir
Would you like to duel?
I'll trade you a mule
I'll trade you a tool
I'm going to school
Going to university
Facing adversity
You're seein' the worst in me
I am not burstin' the
Seams, like memes
I'm eating ice creams
I'm chasing my dreams
I'm just tryna seem like a normal dude
But I'm not chilly like Hormal, rude
I am in the can
You know it is not a stamp
What we're doing is real, no fake news
I cannot make you
I cannot take you
Being so far away
I just plant the seed like a caraway
Like a fucking sesame
I want to give you more besame's
More besame
You though?
Besame mucho, when this is all over
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(00:48:16)
Space Jam 2, fucking Pawnstars
(00:48:19)

What do you feel

Man, will it get real?

(00:50:53)
Squidward you had one job
Flipping them burger patties
Rollin' those damn fatties
I wonder what you think
If you try to blink
Man you can just imagine
That you were underground with an fat one
I mean under the ocean rollin' up
Tryin' to light a blunt in the ocean
I don't think that it would light, what emotion
Do you think if you think of Spongebob
Rollin' up under the ground in a pineapple
Under the sea, that is quite snapple of me
To tell you exactly, you see?
I smell you, I feel you, E-40
Would say that to me if it was not so portly
If he was not better
Oh shit, I accidentally insulted E-40
And I was not on purpose
Lord, forgive me, I did not mean this to do this
It just came out of my mouth then it felt the rudest
Even though he's a hero compared to Ham Amazero
I am like Chalamet to De Niro
Dinero, oh shit, shout out to the kid Nero
And Deezus, they are like verbally Jesus
With lots of great writing, Josh fuckin' Gondol, man
Writing that shit, man, you know he's beyond the man
Remember that movie Joanna, man?
I don't think that it was very good
I think that it was sorta weak
But you know that a type of wood is cherry or tea
And yes, I can speak, I'm a freak
Of the week and my beak
Just keeps flappin' and I keep rappin'
I wonder when the beat change will happen
What I keep snappin'
My fingers, I linger
I bring her a pain
I bring this game
To a whole new level
I use a tool like a bevel
Holla without, I am not a devil
I am not a bowl evil
Shout out to all people
All creative people
But not all have the same struggle
You know life's a thugga
War, some people got more
And that is the weird shit
The way that we're living
We don't wanna give in
To the system we were born in
And I hate to horn in
With my own damn opinions
But I don't think rackin' pinions
Steering is the best, man, I'm clearin' out my chest
Now I gotta give you what I think
I don't think you should wear mink
But I think everybody should wear pink
I think everybody should stay hydrated and take a drink
I think that fucking Joel Santana
Cameron were ahead of their time
Damn, thinking purple

Six ones so I can have big fun
I'm gonna ball on the wall

With the lights pulsing like it is a rave
I am not a knave

I'm a fan
And you all know
And you all go at your own damn speed

It's kinda odd
That I'm flowing the dude who loves all this poetery
Not odd
But his name is girad
Whatever he has I'm sure it's a great bod

And up on the scene in between
I wanna shout out sierra steen
And be so adroit
To remember to shout out alex niece from detroit

A type of weed is harissa or is that a type of spice
Either way I wanna shout out Alyssa and she's really nice

Coughs

Shit I grab this water
I keep on flowin hotter
Hide your wives and your daughters
That’s an og meme man
Inkblotter

I can say a whole mouthful
And that’s me
And I gotta give a shout out to ali

And I'm like goddamn
I give a shoul out to autograph man

And like I gave a shout out to

I just wanna amble
Over to there I don't take a gamble
These are the rarest rhymes I ever spit
This is the rarest three I ever hit
From the middle of the court
Driving down the court in jorts
Oh shit, don't tell Guinness

'Cause I really wanna win-ness
And I really wanna go the distance
All the way to the finish
Shout out to Norwegians and the Finnish
Shout out to dudes who are skittish
And also fucking prudish
I just have a new dish
That I eat everyday for my supper
Shout out to
I'm like a guppy
Swimming around in his tank
Not a puppy
You cannot stop me
But you see that Watsky has got what it takes
To not pump the brakes
He is not gonna ever
Sever the ties that he's got
He's no Severus Snape
The cleverest ape on the mic
And you know that he likes
And you know that he loves
To do what he can
He's no toucan sam
He leads with his nose but he gives no damn
And he is goin' ham
He has got the slam

Weed, I see that
Fuckin' Jeff has got the vinyls
'Cause I was runnin' out of shit to this, say
Time to get some things to feed my brain
Now he's got the fuckin' vinyls and they will remain on the table
I think I have got to take a little piss break
Shout out to Mugatu from Zoolander
The hammer falls more American
I am not needy
My mind's not the bearest
Evangeline, Amy Loo Harris
I'm just stayin' alive
Like The Beatles in '65
If I had all the squares I'd hit bingo
John Paul George and Ringo
England's new phenomenal
Pop group, The Beatles, alley oop
Oh shit, like I said
Tchaikovsky and Watsky, I am at the door
Shoutin' out Symphony Number 9 in E Minor
Open 64
I just do my thing, I just am the shit
Shout out to John Chenner's greatest tits
How do you say his name? I don't really know
I'm just tryin' to grow a little more every day
Great tunes, great flows, no rooms
You know I'm ruthless
This is the family library of great music
I keep flowin'
In part because I am inspired by Beethoven
Hello, Nash
That's what Jeff says, man, I got no
That would be bad, man, I'd fall
Just scratchin' myself, man, but now I stall
I'm talkin' no jive
Just shoutin' out Pablo live
Mary Loo Williams

Take care of yourself
Just do it if you can
Watching is enough

You can just click share o
For how an artist

I'm gonna be frank
I'm not a big fan of hank

A little weirded out

And I really love the

You can leave it there

A taxidermied Iguana XD

This is the coolest gift that I have ever gotten

Now I'm just walking as you hear me talking

Hour Two (1:00:00-1:59:59)
If I was on Facebook then I would poke
Every single one of you, but it's nothing romantic
Shout out to Pacific, to Atlantic
And even the Baltic and the Mediterranean
And I am just an alien
When I'm makin' these rhymes
And I'm feelin' so fine
But it is no crime
And I don't get slime
New beat, turn it up a bit
Let me hear it, I'm just fuckin' with it
And I know that now up on this beat
Max Miller Lauren makin' you move your feet
Got the people buzzin'
Max is my first cousin
Wasn't he in Invisible Inc?
He was, oh, that makes you think
Take a little drink
My other glass clink
I cannot blink
Shout out to Link
From Zelda, Melda
Whole lot of people together held ya
In your arms like the Ocarina
Waka Flocka Flame Ocarina
Ballerina aminda
Keep on going, keep on giving
Keep on living, keep on thriving
On this mic I am surviving
Actually, maybe turn it down at here
'Cause you know I care but
If I rap too loud
I think my voice will go horse
I think my voice will go donkey
I think my voice will go mule
I was just rappin' 'bout high rule
That was the dual wear fuckin' link live that
I just got these big raps
A tiger is a big cat
But I don't give a big crap
Oh shit, he really get that
I don't go tip for tap
I don't hold the grudge
I just keep on droppin', I'm like Harren Judge
He is on the yankees
And I gotta say this frankly
I really miss baseball
And mix all the troubles melt away
But we don't have it on Saturdays
Or Sundays or Mondays or Wednesdays or Tues'
But we just pay our dues
Keep on rockin', keep on rappin' for our crews
Keep on doin' what we can for our friends
'Cause they're gonna be the ones in the end
To hold our hand when everything else melts away
When it all goes dark
You gotta all go back to the people from the ones that you knew at the start
I got a lot of great beats comin'
Goin' and drummin'
From my folks
Crackin' like some yokes
You know that I hope
We're gonna heat, go and drop in this dope
And I never will mope
Evermore like the battle
Forever more Led Zep
Shout out to my dude Shep
He's a real hep cat
Do you fuckin' get that?
He was the best that I ever knew
The best that I ever saw
I'm just droppin' bust, all type rhymes
'Cause you know I gotta do this like I'm
A circular saw when I'm wearin' my Birkin stocks
Used to be that I'd work a lot
Now we work a lot tryna get our tour set up
Again 'cause you know that we got these friends
That are promoters in conserve and you owners
And even the fuckin' stage hens
That y'all make it happen
They gon' make it go
They on, make the gear spin
We're winning together as one
Did you think that this could happen?
Oh shit, I got some fuckin' shoutouts
That I get to really say
But we don't really play
No, we don't do that today
Okay, ouch, ouch, it's the shoutouts
That I gotta give to the Beatrice Teer
So everybody knows that if you wanna go
Get a shoutout, is this too on the nose?
You gotta go to watskyrelief dot com
Where you can drop those financial bombs
Pay us some owns, pays us some respects
And at the ten dollar level you get what's next
That is for meet up, say your name on the stream
start
Never flippin' the bird
Never droppin' a turd
Never gettin' so scurred
That my vision is blurred
Just to keep goin
Just to keep hoping
Just to keep ropin
All of these cattle
Doing this battle
Good against evil
Never gonna leave
Never gonna be
A dude named Steve
I'm never gonna change the name
I'm gonna change the game
You think you can stop me but you can't
I'm outta control like an ant

Hour Three (2:00:00-2:59:59)
I wonder, I've got this doubt
To my girlfriend I'll shout
Amber, do you think I'm saying "fuck" too much on the stream? I'm saying "fuckin'" a lot
Did that make 'em scream?
That's cool, say it fuckin' more
Oh curl, oh curl, like Cardi B
I put glow hardly into this dark night, man, I'm saying
Fucking, fucking, fucking, fucking, man, I'm sprayin'
Man, over this concrete
On this fucking dope beat
Oh shit, this is ham
Pin me in, this is the one I begin
To flow easily
This flow is so easy, see
No Eazy-E
You are all pleasing me
It's no

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Is the place that I rap
My throat sounds like I got strap
I got a limp in my step
But I don't ever dip
And I don't wear a slip
I gotta keep it up at the same clip
I woke up with a headache
But I still felt pretty relaxed
I knew in a couple hours

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Because he was pouring sweat
A whole bunch of pictures
People thought he looked really bad
Looked really sweaty
They didn't elect him
Because he had
A real bad demeanor
And betweener
All of us
That's just politucs
What do we got next?
What's a history lesson in which the people can be blessed?
Looks like a big battleship
I'm not rattled if
That's what you think
I hope you don't blink
I don't know what this is all about
A hairdresser, man, I'm callin' out
And we're the confessor
All upon my dresser
I will not pester you
And I will not tester
There's some boobies in this pic
That's cool, free the nipple, man, that's real slick
Honestly, the male nipple and the female nipple
I don't really get the difference, man, is it that simple?
Why is one obscene?
Why is one unclean?
I guess that's just what we could talk to think
That stinks
This is a dude clean, fucking clear net
I wonder who is it yet
He's in Paris
That's very romantic
They're across the Atlantic
Oh shit, this is the grassy knoll
That's the picture that I hold
That's the day JFK got popped
In its open top car he was shot
When he rolled up in Dallas
And a shooter on the hill has such malice
And he shot him and he died
That was really sad, I know my mom cried
She was in shock 'cause a little child
Man, for the whole nation that must've been wild
And there's RFK
No wait, that's wrong
You know I don't play, that's his son
RFK is here
Kennedy's son is here, man, saluting near to his father
This is the Pope
I think that's right
Gettin' harder, it's dope
Oh that's wrong, it's Irish play ride John OKC
Get all these facts right, man, you can't make me
Being wrong, that's my emo
On this mic I just spit more emo
Will I stop? I just say heck no
Yeah, here is the Pope
I guess that's just the coincidence he was on the next page, that's dope
I'm not at the end of my rope
At my rope I'm at the beginning
On the path to winning
Here's the cover about Uranus
Here's a dude swinging his kids
Around with his arms
I think that's good parenting
I think you gotta let kids do their own harm
And make their own mistakes
Man, you can't treat them a kid, glubs
That would not be great
Not at my best
But that's cool off my chest
Off my mind, can't expect to be perfect
Who just gotta keep it
Moon event, you gotta have, make it
Go, you gotta take it so slow
If you're gonna cross the finish line
If you're gonna get in time
Oh shit, it's the Fab 4
Yeah, The Beatles, that's more incredible
Than you could believe
Look at John Lennon with his crazy fuckin' sleeves
His military shirt, is that Audrey Hepburn?
I think that is, man, I'm no half stepper
What I think that was, the jacket from that campaign
You can't tell me that that's lame
So iconic
Wow, it's demonic
Harry Belafonte? That's incredible
Man, practically edible
Damn, I don't know
Woodstock, should be Hetrix
Who knows? You could blow
Wow, there's a lot of top list stuff in this book
I think that's great, man, that's not rough, look
I would show you if I wouldn't get flagged by YouTube
I'm on my sauce like shoyu, so sauce and you know that
This looks like million
A heart, I could heal one

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I have just begun
And I have not yet won
I have not yet stopped
I have not yet ceased
And I am not creased
I am not diseased
I am not leavin'
I have no bee sting on my head
I am just beasting until I'm dead
I make them see red
I have not been bled
Thank you
Of all my hope
You know I just go and vote with my mind
I also vote absentee
Yeah, actually
I'm still a voter in the San Francisco 415
Prolly will be 'til the day I die
'Cause my mom is up on local politics
You know I gotta want it
You know I gotta put it straight
I got this bee in my bonnet
Me? I am not going to just stop
And drop
And stop-drop-and-roll
That’s what they teach you to do
When you’re on fire to hold
I’m on fire, I’m old
I break the fuckin’ mold
I only spit gold
I only spit cold
Again, I have not been Rick Rolled
Let’s see what the scrabble dictionary got
I hope it’s got some words that’re hot
To put up in my pot
So I can stir them 'til I'm not
Dead
This word is Amboli
I don't know what that means, but it rhymes with holy
No power
For this word that says embower
A lot of these words
I won't know
Because I'm not that smart man, yo
This next word is jackal
I have got such sack, I'll
Keep on goin'
The next word is jacket
They wonder, can I hack it?
They wonder, can I do it?
Will the flow stay under so fluid?
This next word is jade
I do not get paid from this stream
I just got to scream
I just got to seem
Like I'm not a jaguar
I'm not quite a rap star
But I'm famous in my own mind
I am feelin' so fine
The next word is Jakes
I've got what it takes
The next word is jaundice
I didn't know that was on list
The next word is Job Owner
Uh, okay homer
Um, okay boomer
I think I am doomed, or
Something like that
But my rap has to keep goin'
It cannot stop for a moment
The next word is jeep
All these fuckin' words, man
I toss 'em in a heap
I'm not allowed to sleep
I would not make a peep
If the sandman came and sprinkled sand dust
In my eye
I would be like
"What the fuck, guy?"
Why'd you sprinkle sleep dust in my eye
That is going to make me stay awake
Man, I try
To go to sleep but this
Goddamn jackass sprinkling sleep dust in my face, man
That is really messed up
It’s the whackest
That does not make me feel jolly
I like Buddy Holly
From Weezer AND the dude
I hope that's not rude
I hope you been brewed
Houston, where they're chopped and screwed
Houston, do we have a problem?
Am I on one?
Man, I'm not gonna go 'til I drop
The next word is judicare and judicial and judo
Shout out to my dude Budo
From Seattle
Kickin' this battle
I will not have a death rattle
The next word is jungly
My own ambitions punish me
Next word is junkey
Some days I feel spunky
Some days a feel funky
I'm just a weird monkey
The next word is jubon
Did you buy this book with a coupon?
Did you get your gray poupon?
I'm not somethin' to poop on
So if a pigeon flies up to me outside
I be like "Man, your wings are how wide?"
And be like "Aw, not as wide as a condor."
But if you like me, you can take a gander
Out in gondor with the rings
Where they have the legend and the three kings
Man, I'm still beasting
The next word is kaiser
I am releasing all of my tension
I cannot mention
The next word is Kame
And Kamela, and Kain
The next word is Kanji
Did y'all see Jumanji?
I only saw the first one
I don't know if the next one was the worst one
The next word is Kappa
Y'all remember PaRappa the Rapper?
Dude was cool, he had a beanie kinda like mine
And he had some tight rhymes
Was he a dog or a rat?
I don't remember what animal that dude had
In his genome
Y'all wanna see me home
I just keep goin' and goin' and goin'
Don't quit it
I just hit it this rhythm
And tried to get wid, umm
I cannot sit, umm
Never gonna stand up
Man, I put my hand up
The next word in here is kept
To my feet I haven't leapt
But I am not stressed
The next word is keypad
Y'all can't see me mad
Y'all can't see me bad
Next word is key
This what I'm spittin' it's
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Bring the sword out of my shealth
Now we got leaker
It's coming right out of the speakers
Shout out to the L.A. Leakers
Having some dope rhyme spitters on the mic, good speakers
This is lettin'
And you know I'm not steppin'
This is
I get up in the fridge 'cause I'm cold
The next word is least
I gotta rise like heased
I gotta rise, I'm a beast
Now the beast is released
The next word is leghold
I gotta stay bold
Bring a mile up the cold
I will never scold you
I just wanna make you feel good
Like Dr. Feel Good, I hear you
I will not steal you away
But what you wanna do? Hey
The next word legendary
Oh yes, yes, it's me
The next word is lentisk
I have not been this
Out of shape, do you relate?
Can you penetrate what I have got

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I'm not a scarecrow
I have a rare load
On my back but I don't say so
We bake bread like loaves
You know that we goes
The best the next is live trap
I'm just on the mic, that
Is what I gotta say
I have to play
The game that you make me
But you cannot fake me
The next word is lobeless
Like an earlobe? No, it's
Kinda weird to be lobeless
No stress, man, shout out to Paso Robles
Shout out to Encinitas
Shout out to Lagunitas
Shout out to Alameda
Emeryville and everything between ya
Also L.A
That's where I live right now, man, so hey
This is the city that I call home
I just spit a tall poem
Fuckin' epic poetry
Gotta keep it going
Like Homer, like the Odyssey, Iliad
Hey, man, why you fuckin' really mad?
Do you think I am a silly lad?
Just because I got a lilypad?
That I hop from, like a little froggy
I say wassup to my doggies
I spit a lil rhyme morsel
Until I get hoarse or
Not, I gotta give you what I got
I'm comin' for all the loot
You know I wanna freakin' scoot

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(The below names are repeated in the Hour Eight section alphabetically, if you're unsure of spelling check there)
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I want to say Sheila Robertson
You're the best
You're no healer
But Sheila, you got your fucking shield up
I want to see
If I could shout out to be its grave
As I have to shout out Mr. Dr. Dave
No hide, no Jekyll
Shout out to freckles
And no tooshie
Is getting hurt when I shout Taki Yamaguchi
I just keep building
Big ups to Jake Dylan
And yes, yes, happily
I will send more love to Shannon B
It's not awful
When I shout out to Nia Cophos
I'm a believer
Shout out to Riva, shout out Hillel slot machine
That is mean, shout to grow dude
No attitude, shout out to Callum
I've got no callous
Dayum, shout to Mill hand be
You've got me feeling so gramcb
Shout to that Crystal Queen
And everybody who's in between
This next one's Cal Koosh Koosh rank count coup shrank cow crucial shrank. That's dank
I don't know if I said that right
I probably didn't, I probably just had a blight
When I did that, oh well
Shout out to Michelle and Mattias W and healing your he lived my whole damn Soul making me feel so swole. Shout out to Havala Grace
We were in acting school, man, we cannot be replaced
Ever said lawyers who
We are the best, hoo
Do you think you are like the owl goes hoo in the barn?
I am shouting out to Dominic
You know, you got a quick shout out, Katie
You can't make me not shout out Lena and Lars
Because I'm coming on these goddamn bars
Michael James and Melissa, hope you listen
Hope one Camaro doesn't glisten
In the sun and shine, shout out to Han
You are truly the human
Shout out to Patrick Cosilla
I gotta say you are so rilla
Shout out to Ben Appel
Emerson love, oh well, oh well, hell yeah
Shout out to Glenn Crumb
You've got the syndrome of being so fresh
And shout out to Alice
Raising my chalice to you
Hope you're in your palace
Doing what you do
Shout out to Mullen
Shout out to Marissa Cullen
You are too lit
Shout out to Moon Lit
You know that you do it so great
Shout out to Mitchell

Shout out to Obama
And yo mama
You can't tell me
That I shouldn't shout out Ryan and Selby
I got this giddy flow
As I'm shoutin' out Giddy Video

I'm not timid, I gotta tell it
I gotta keep going, man, I'm
Shout out to Tommy Sco
Shout out to the Sco
You know that you probably know
That you're dope, shout out to
I do it so tall
I got this on my playlist
I wanna shout out Corney Davis
I gotta send you dope regards

And you know wealth is health
I'm coming in with the stealth
Like a ninja-smooth
You know you can't move
When I sneak up behind ya
Need I remind ya?
I am a legend in my own mind
I'm feeling so fine
Oh, that's my ego
Oh shit, now he go
Poppin' up, being weird
But you know it appeared
At my point I might not get
Another chance even yet
I'm just grateful to be doing what I love
Doing what I came for
This is what I play for
I just wanna make more room
To be up at noon
To be sleeping by the doom
By the gong of the clock
Shoutout to my dude Bach
Young Johan Sebastian, you know he is passin' go on the monopoly board
I'm never cutting the cord
I came and I scored
No, I am four
The next word is scorpio, I've got the more flow
The next word thematic: I hope you don't give me static
Now we got thesbian: he is the best vegan
And don't stop, don't quit or cease
You know I release
...
Can't believe that's in the scrabble dictionary, yes
The next word Volt
Harry Potter got a damn boat
In the middle of his forehead
But now he who not be named as fuckin' more dead
Than he thought that he would be
That was real trickly
I just got the weakest type of flow
That's a live, man, it is so strong
It is so tough and rough
Man, I am so buff
Already shouted out Scruff, my gruff
But shout out to dogs who fight crime
All over the world
You know that I'm so proud of 'em
All the animals fighting crime
Doing what they gotta
I'm not a pot, nah
I'm not a witness
You're not on a hit list
I will not expel
Like Rapunzel I just rappel
Down from the power out on her hair

Can I get some smoothie, man?
I don't know dude, I'm just tryna save the smoothie for as long as I can
I feel like an elephant, would...
But no shout out to haliburton
No shoutout to the iron curtain
I gotta mention someday I was in detention
But now I gotta rise and hit true ascension
Get uptop, as high as I can go at the pace that I flow ... Like a horse...
I don't boast or brag, that's not true, I'm a goddamn Stag
You could put me out the stud
And I won't be a dud
I won't rap crud
I won't just give you mud

I wanna say hello to the clientele donating
Man, you're making me glad
You're making me so happy like
Man, I'm like a dad seeing his son hit a homer
Yes, man, I've run over
Like Red Rover

Hour Five (4:00:00-4:59:59)
I'm not a stofer's meal
You can microwave me
You cannot take me out back and give me forty lashes with a wet noodle
The whole kitten caboodle
Once they're coming, bust my chops
But I tell a man that they better stop
Shout out to the lady
Who did Lambchop, she was fuckin' crazy
Oh shit, newbie, new he
To bring 'em Julie and Lay, man, he get some
Snare

And the real g the inanimate___
They saved them all from dying but I'm not lying

It's like Star Wars
I see all these dudes coming through with their lightsabers
They are not makers of dreams
I see that these are going in reverse order to me
Well, this crazy

Hour Six (5:00:00-5:59:59)
The first Disney Channel movie if you were not lazy
And you were fuckin' alive in 1983
You know Tiger Town would've been on your screen
Next in '84, I say
The movie from Disney was Love Leads the Way
And I don't wanna fight
But in '97 Disney made The Northern Lights
And then oh crap
My friend was in this mummy movie on the raps
1997, heaven
You see me in the 7/11
I wanna tell you, I wanna smell you
I wanna fuckin' call 'em and ask for more volume
On the monitor
That would be really great, that would be the thermometer
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You just wanna make me on
I think these names are too hard to pronounce
So I'm gonna put them just out
But I appreciate it
That was a good idea
That's quite clear when I'm rappin' this fear
I gotta look and it near
For one I see, weird
All in this together
I think I'll lean back and then I'll just weather
A bit of this beat like this
As it repeats
Until I have to go piss again
Man, when I piss again
I think I could fill up all of Lake Michigan
Or maybe only Lake Erie
But that'll be when you beer me
I could fill up all the Great Lakes
That would be a great tape
I'll set six fuckin' records in one
That would be some great fun
I think that you make one
And the two and then you just try to drum
On your chest like the drummer boy
I just come 'cause the dumbest Doy
Dude is not the rude
Person who stuck a finger in my eye with the toot
I come to the beat
To the rescue and then I just repeat
I won't miscue
I will miss you
I need no tissue
That's not the issue
If you wanna tell me
What to do you got the ring like the Belford human tolls
I'm tryna come bold
With no
And the bigger the hole
The more that I'm likely to sink it in
I sink it in like the teeth when I'm gettin' the slim
Lead like I am tiger on the green
From the T to the green, man, I'm in
And everywhere in between
I barely hit the fair way
But I can parlay what I need to
'Cause it's not related
When I rack these beats I'm see-through
And my intentions
Did I mention? That were trying to go
For so god... long
That we'll sing a song
That cannot be wrong
I'm here just to rock
But I cannot talk
I cannot stop
Until my jaws locked
Like I've got the mumps
The fuckin' beat bumps
So move your damn rumps
Move your damn
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Am I going to hell? I say that will be swell, just keep the contium bc that's what I am doing um. Doing these treats...I rip this mic I still like I am...
Silence is not what I'm going to have like a lamb
...
You cannot burst me like a water balloon I've been so damn thirsty
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The beat gets fatter
And I just pitter
Patter, keep on going
And keep on rhyming and flowing
I'm in the zone
I'm not knowing
What time zone I am in
I am slim
I am set to begin
I'm wi-nning
Just by showing up at the door
Raisin my fuckin' hand
Asking for fuckin' more
Servings
Of ass-kickings
Yes, sir, I'll have another
I'm masking my fuckin' fear of
Not knowing my brother but that's okay
Everybody gotta go their own way
You gotta do what you can and love who you love
And your choices are your own choices, no-one above
Cool, thank you, okay, great
Thanks for giving this to me
Gotta set it straight
So, this is alphabetical order
This is every name from the beginning
Okay, I’m - not no hoarder -
But, after this, can we maybe start again, new, fresh?
That’s great
Okay, yes, now I’m going to do this
Bless all of you
You are unruly
Shout out to my crew
Now all these names
Shout out to Jeff
Everybody say hi, he is the best
Hour Eight (7:00:00-7:59:59)
Amber’s doing her thing
Showing so much love
I feel so great, man
No bugs
So, okay, on
To these Beatrice prompts
Starting from the beginning
Cause all of you are really winning

I am not rattled
Shouting out to Aqua Pineapples
I’m not going to Yuma
But shout outs to 12 Chickens from Montezuma
And I won’t say fuck it
Shout out to A Cat Named Nugget
And know that is all
Shout out to my dude Admiral
And I gotta get it quick
Shout out to Al (?) Rick
And you know that I’m off
When I shout out Alex Kanauff
Leave him in the dark
Shout out Alex Mark
But I want the peace
So shout out Alex Niece
I’m just getting this
This respect is it
I just take the pill son
Red or blue, shout out Alfredo v Wilson
No malice, shout out to fuckin’ Alice
Almost fuckin’ lost it
Shout out to Alice Faucet
And I mean to
Shout out to Alina
I am the reverend
And I’m gonna say, shout out to Alison Blevens
I flow all day wrong-long
Shout out Alison Ramsey, she says to stay strong
I tore my oblique
Saying that rhyme
Shout out to Alisa Ashelique
Feelin’ like a baller
Mega shout out to Alysa Knawler
Holler!
Tiny dancer
Shout out to Amber
Deep in the camper
Was that you?
Bling bling, I am a king
Shout out to Ang E King
That’s got a nice ring
I gotta thank all of you
And also Augustus fuckin’ Trankle
And also Austin Gamble
Two names in a row that rhymed, wow
I can’t handle, it
My name’s not Harold
But I gotta shout out Avery Fitzgerald
I got to , rolla
Shout out to Barba
Barba (, as above)
Now I’m gonna say shout out to the city of Nola
I am not a leaker
Shouts to Beaker
I’m in this rally
Shouts to Bedmo in Cali
Y’all can’t see
Shouts to B, and to Ben
I begin to repel
From these lyrical heights
Shout to Benapel
That dude is really swell
Oh shit, man, this again
Shout out to Benjamin Cole from Michigan
Poppin’ crystal, I am a bit slim
But I wanna give a shout out to Big Jim
And I’m bringing such joy
Gotta shout to Birdy Boy
I play you like an Atari
I am gonna shout out to Bluari
I’m feeling my youth
As I go, shout out to this Bluebooth
Bok choy soft boy
Bowl of fuckin’ soup
You know I’m on one
Bowlder Colorado
I got those
Names in there, and I do care
But shout out to my dude Brad Simpson
What a pimp, son
Shout out to my dude, fuckin' Howie Mandel
And also my dude Braden Lawie
They are alike, can he
Keep going, but will he shout out Branden Hamby?
Yes I did
And I just shout to Brant and Kenzy
And then I keep rappin' in a frenzy
Hittin' the right notes
As I shout,
I come down from above
I gotta give a big shout to Bria Love
In the kitchen, too many cooks
But as you listen, oh not too many Brian Brooks
I am not an old man (yet)
But I shout out to Brian P Goldman
What a vet
Damn, in a minute I'ma shout out
Briana Buchanan
Got a hundred grand
Says that I will shout out Briana fuckin' Tran
Money like a Visa
Shout out to Brisa
But I'm just on my D
'Cause I wanna shout out Brawn Windy
Woah, shout out to Brother Nature
Is that really Brother Nature?
That's so sick, I'll make sure
You think so?
That'd be pretty cool
Gotta see if it's true, take him to fuckin' school
Well, he could take me to fuckin' school, that's true
Now I'm gonna get back on the shout outs man, I rule-- he rules.
I'm in the game, I'm heavy in the brain
Shout out to Bruce Shane
And you know that I don't stress
But I gotta shout out to BTDDS
On the couch like a blob
Big shout out to Buh-Bob
I'm hitting these beats like a fungo
But I gotta shout out this next person, Bungo!
But I am not failing, ya
Shout out to Caitlin Porter from Australia
I just getting my reps
As I'm shouting out this dude, Caleb Eps
Soft like velum
Damn, I shout out my dude Callum
Tell him, he's so fresh
And Cassidy Cotilla
You are the rila
One A gorilla
When it comes to being a friend of donations
Thank you for your support of the nation
And you know that daddy
I gotta shout out Sidaddy Maddy
Champion, my dog, is the best
This not a slog
I have no fatigue
When I gotta shout out my dude Charles League
But I gotta say hey to Che
And you tell me to shout out to Chelsea
And you put me in a position to shout out Chool Kaputtsky
What's up? And thanks for the patches and dope shit
You're fuckin' really cool, I hope you know it
But I gotta
Come from my medulla oblongata
Shout out to Chris and Ramona Mada
And my biggest simple wish
Is to give a shout out to this dude Chris Fish
And I gotta raise the roof
As I shout out to my dude Chris Floof
That's awesome
You know I say this
As I shout out another Chris, Chris Jones from Vegas
And from the Bay
I shout to Clay
I am no pisher
Shouts to Colin Swisher
I deliver, with my ray gun
Like an alien as I shout out the city of Copenhagen
I say this
Shout out to Courtney Davis
I am tough
Shout out to Cream Puff
You can see me
Shout out to Cyphen CG
I’ve got - I live life con brio
So shout out to D-Man and the trio
I don’t hesitate
To shout out my main fuckin’ man Daiman Kaites
And I gotta shout out to Dana
Shout out to Daniel F, a playa
In my head and respect every day
I don't cease
But also shout out to Daniel Gilease
Oh, no, shouts to David Ho
Too cool, shouts to Dawson Hool
I play this, I shout out to Deana Chavis
I go berserk as I shout to De Burke
I'm deep in the cuts as I shout out Deez Nuts
Shout out to Barlowe, and Devin Harlow
You know I'm mean in the scene
And I shout Devin and Deans
I go through this list, I shout Drew
I admit, I'm a shark, like a Mako
Shouts to Diego
I'm on, yo
Got like a shout out to Dmitri of Toronto
I wonder if they're related to Pat Dmitri
I don't know man, they can't even see me
Probably not
I just smile a bit
As I shout out DJ Nihilist
I got no regard for you
As I shout out Do Regard
Do Regard, man, I am going hard
I will never call it quits
Double shout out to Dominic, fuckin' Dominic
Who he is?
Light a fuckin' doobie, doobie is
He crazy, man, he jizz
Every time he go, he's in love with his flow
He's a slave to the beat, shout out to Dr Dave
Don't relax, shout to Drew Max
Go harder, shout out to drink water
Okay, I will
I'll listen to your skill of persuasion
As I go in I'm saying
I keep on baying
Out 'cause you know I just am relaying
In the brain
I remain
Insane
But I'm sayin'
Shout out to Dylon Maine
And my slim, shout out to Ekin
Shout out to the boss, Elen Ross
As I say with my vox
I gotta say, no stranger
Shout out to Elena
And release
Shout out to Elese
And your hill to die on is my girl Elon Morel
And I get a lift
From the moment that I get to shout Ellie Smith
And you are really healing me
Shout out to Elliot from New Zealand
And pulling my verbal chariot
Shout out to Emily Iscariot
Damn it
Shout out to Emmet
Shout out to epileptics all on the optics
Shout out to Epic
Yup, can't fuckin stop this
I just fuckin' keep going and I fuckin’ rock this
Flow
I smoke on the hemp
Shout to Eron Kemp
Y'all can't believe
When I stare at ya
And shout Eryca Marie
Eryca Marie! Can you see me?
Did I mention, I'm from the bay
When I say shout out to Eustacia K
I hear they're making Dune
My name's George, but shout out to Forge Lord Fewn
Do you remember Gak?
On Nickelodeon, hey, shouts out to Frack
I do what it do with my ute
Everybody shout to Francis Flute
I swing from these verbal vines like Tarzan
Shout out to Frank the tank, fuckin’ Marzan
I’m no Hyde, no Jekyll, shout out to freckles
I am feeling feckless and reckless
I am in a whirlwind
Shout out to all my friends from Berlin
I'm on ya
Like all the people I wanna shout out from Northwest Iowa
Right now I've got a hot hand
On the mic so I'm sending shouts to Scotland
I am fuckin' goin, damn, ham
So I'm shouting out this dude, Frothingham
I am not human, I'm the Terminator
So shout out to Furman
He is just doing the goddamn thing
So I wanna say, do not pull my strings
Like I said, how now brown cow
Gotta send this shout out to Gabbo the clown from downtown
How are you doing
Wanna send a shout out to Gabriel Howard
You ruined my fuckin' chance of not saying your name
But now I did the dance and now I got-gotta play
I'm a little giddy ho
And I wanna shout out to Giddy Video
I'm feeling like a squirrel
Shout out to Gilroy's World
I'm not dumb
Shouts to Glynn Crumb
Hey, Go Devils
Go Red Devils
I am on the level
UHS, that's my high school, I got no stress
I wanna get paid for my friends
Shout out to Gold Grenade
I am not gonna end
Sayin in the studi-o
Gotta shout out my friend fuckin’ Gooby, yo
Are you Gooby? Oh shit, man, that is legendary
Man I gotta kill it, shout to Grant Philips
I'm getting smelly on the mic, shouts to Gregory Kelly
I fuckin' like you
Shout to Grow Dude
I got the know 'tude
Shout out to gurns
And all my hernias I got as I burn
I am the man
Shout out to Han
Damn a
Really big shout out to Hannah
And to get more specific from the boy
Damn I wanna send a shout out to Hannah Joy
And shout out to Judge Judy
And I wanna say, happy birthday Trudy
Happy birthday, I get no flack, son
Wanna send a shout out to Harry Jackson
Shout out to your mother and fadder and your daughter
And also shout out to Harry Potter
Hey, winning this race, my friend Havel of Grace
I do remain, shouting out Hayley Jane C
I gotta shout Heather B
And my dude with the other last name initial Henry P
Oh no, he is gonna go so long on this dope flow
Shout out to Hernando de Soto
And he's getting real clean
Shout out to the Hit lil’ slot machine
But I'm gonna get silly
Shout to Hole Willy
I don't back out, but I shout out
Fuckin' Holly Stackhouse
I get really really cool
Gonna shout out to Hussar, all in the school
I do it pronto
Shout out to Ian Taunto
You are so bonito
And bellow
I want to shout out Imogen Soutos Costello
In the brain
Shout out to Indie Rain
And them my man Ivan
And you know I’m on
I want to shout out to Jay Levon
You cannot cap me
Shout out to my friend Rodriguez Jackie
Shout out to my friend Hayden
And also my son Jayden
And this is a web URL I’m illin’
Shout out to jaykedillon.co
Oh
Go to that URL if you want to, so
Free advertising, ten bucks, shucks
That’s a good deal
Will I heal? I’ll just keep going, that’s real
I’m not lame
Shout out to James Robertson
He’s not my son, does he have one? I don’t know
But shout out to Jane
And if I’m not in ya mind
Shout out to Jay D from Virginia, behind
You, tap tap, did you see me?
Oh no, that’s unseemingly
He goes so fresh man, he flows
He, he, shout out to Jayleen Z
But I gotta leave the past behind
Shout out to Jaycee the mastermind
Shout out to my belly, from eating this pasta
And shout out to Jelly
I carry a rare load
On my back, shout out to Jen Cisneros
I am no decoy
Shout out to Jerod, McDonald Evoy
I am no half-stepper
But shout out to this dude, fuckin’ Jesper
And you know I keep on
Shout out to Jess Schwall
And say yes, y’all, yes yes y’all
And shout to Jess, the best, but also, a mess
Yo, if I was on Facebook, I’d give you a poke
Jessie Gotchall says Stay Strong As An Oak
Everything is A-OK
And it’s A-OK
‘cause I’m feelin’ like I don’t play
‘Cause everybody in this chat is equal
Biggidy big ups to Jiggidy Jay Peoples
I got an inkling
I’m about to send a shout out to Jinking
Shout out to Obama
And also Joe Mama
And also Joe, Michelle, and fuckin’ Beadle
You can’t put a camel through the eye of a needle
I’m not tacky like Helga Pataki but shouts to Joe Mackie
Shout out to yo mom
Shout out to Joe Hawn
I’m not a belchner-
I’m not a belcher
But shouts to Johnathan Chilchner
And I say
Shouts to Johnnie Ray
I gotta shout out my dude Josh Buck Walter
The buck stops with him, he won’t falter
He’s so ill
Also, shouts to Joshua ‘The Scrub’ Marsell
Hey, see, also shout out to JP
Yo, he’s better than a fuckin’ old Camaro
Shout to Juan DeMarro
You are tearing me a new one
Shout out to Just Jeremy, I’m drawing a blank
When I gotta shout out to Kal Kool Shrank
Katnap, shout out to you
Yes I did that
Shout to Kate W
I don’t mean to trouble you
Lately, shout out to Katie
And it’s her sister, Katie Stitzer
Making me feel so good
Shouts to Kaitlin Ekin
Yo, I’m say-o
Shout out to Katrina Matteo
I feel on the wheels of steel
My brother Max Miller Lauren
Shout outs to Katrina Zeals
Shout out to the creep dude Dawson
Shout out to my girl Katie Lawson
Shout out to all these names that remain
And that includes this person, Kalie Jane
You know I’m stealing this damn record
Shout out to Keelin
Shout out to Keyes
And Katelin DeWall Miller
You know that you are all iller
Than anyone I've ever met in my whole life
Shout out to Kayley Leveret
Also iller than anyone that I've ever met
You can't test me
Shout out to my girl Kelly Estee
On rap, I'm a lifer
I wanna say shout out to Kenny Pifer
I'm going in
Shout out to Kim
And the one Lauren
You know I'm about to explode
When I shout out my main girl Keera Lano
I’m not a diver, I’m a striver
Shout out to KSU, fuckin' Chiver
And you are handsome, see
I wanna say that handsomely
To Landon G
And you are not quite my boo, but you're cool
When I sound this shout out to Lauren LaRue
Word
Shout out to Leg-off Bird
I'm so hard when I shout Lena and Lars
I take my test, I shout out Leslie
The coolest fuckin' mom in the whole miz-midwest
Yo, I see by your reactions
I'm about to give Levi some action
Also shout out to Leyona
She's so great man, I gotta stay on her
In telling her she is so wild and so fresh
I get my mind straight
And then I shout out Lindsay Nephenstein
Wait, I already did it
Wanna send a big shout out with no edit
To this one that says love to all the queer kids
I hope I got loud so you can hear it
And I gotta get gritty
Send a shout out to Lieutenant Smiddy
Lucy T, the real MVP
And also Ludo like Judo, don't envy me
I'm the duke, I get up in the booth and I shout out to Luke
I'm telling you, shout to Love Helica
I'm a damn machino
When I shout out my dude Machinarino
As far as you can tell
Send a big shout out to Maggie Ladell
Mary Lou GB, all of you see me, I just get beastly, as I just do these
I take um some time
To shout out my dude Mason and then rewind
And also Matthew Polka
I can chalk ya up to being one of the best
Whoever did it ribbit ribbit the frog
Gets off the log, then shouts some Poggers
Then you know that literally
I'm about to shout out my dude Matt AKA Chimney
And then we got the baddest win in the whole world
It's the best one, Madison
Madison, matricin, get up in my brain
And she knows she remains as the best one
Yo, on the wheels on steel brunch on Sunday with its warden
Getting you settled out straight, man, recording
Shout out to Matthais W, won’t trouble you
Hey, gonna shout out the due Maze
Gonna shout out Me and My Puppy
Guppies
Shout out to Megan Bentley
She sent me to say that to you
Gotta say gladly
Shout out to Mel E Hanvy
And I'm not dulling my mind
When I send a shout out to Merissa Cullen then rewind
'Cause I do this again
When I shout out Michael James Millicen
It is my show and tell
When I shout out to my main girl Michelle
But more specific, get em more
When I shout out to Michelle Dickinson from Livermore, BAY AREA!
Hey hey hey
But also wanna shout out to Michigan's bay
'Cause it's a good day when the bay gets together
Thru any weather
You know you can't sever our ties
I get lost I'm like Adam Tevin from Boston
Mike Adam Tevin from Boston
I don't send respect, and you know I send a check
To my dude who's not drunk, it's Mikel Monk
But, he's just pimped so hard
Milo Simpson, he is so great man
And you know there is no talkie
Way to say, shout out to Milwaukee
Shout out to Mill Watsky
You can't stop me
See me
This pre-me, shout out to Mimi
And I sake a bit of time
To collect my thoughts and slow down the rhyme
And I shout to Mindy Davidson
You could just say it's um
The best person on the whole list
But I don't know if you exist
Yo, Drake said YOLO
Shout out to Miranda loves Ben Solo
I'm in the air in a heli
Shouts to Mitch and Kelly
Oh, did you rang?
Shouts to Mitchell Ilang
Mmkay, shouts to MK
Like my dude, no way, from fuckin' South Park
Mr. Mackey, he's the best
I gotta freaking tell you, they put me to the test
I do my duty, shout out to Moody
But you know I got the spirit
Shout out to Moonlit
If it's dark or not
I shout to Morgan Parker, I'm hot
I got the MP3s
But my own damn way
As I send a shout fuckin' out to MPJ
And I got the grunge like Seattle
Send a shoutout to Munge, battle
Anybody and the murder hornets
Comin' to the Midwest, hope they do not get us
That'd be pretty scary, they are fuckin' huge
And it seems like they have got a bad attitude
And I gotta blinky blinky
Shout out to my friend who says My Dog Twinky
Shout out to Mike Kaplin
Hey what's happenin'
Cappin'
You can't tell me not to shout out my dude, Nate LC
You all make me so proud, man, this whole crowd
Shout out to the Neutrality Official on fuckin' SoundCloud
Okay
You’re so dapper
Shout out to Newsense Rapper
I’m on one, I’m off those, shouts to Nia Kaufus
I leave, then shout out Nick Beeb
Then I shout, Nick in Connecticut
Get a bit
Setting it straight on the track
Shout to Nick Stack
And then you're gonna see
Shout out to Nicol McGee
AKA The Famsky Mom, see
And then the best, uh, one yet
That I’ma gonna shout Nikola Tesla
Making all these lights go blinking and
Edison getting all the credit but
Now he is getting less, no stress
Shout out to Nils
Thrills, Pills, Automobiles
Shout out to the OG, Pacotaco
I got flow, and you see my eye
Shout out to Ohio Riot DIY
When I drive on by
You do it your way
Shout out to the city Oslo Norway
Shout out to Swedish fish
And my dude Papa Swish
I do it fuckin’ passionately
When I feel I mastered the beat
Shout out to Passionately
Man that's your name, and I see
And I go Krav Maga
I shout out Pat Dawve
When I’m up on y’all, you know I can’t stop
I get illa
Then a damn gorilla
When I'm on track, shouting out Patrick Casilla
And you do not play
Penelope is fuckin' 8 months today
So, congratulations, does that mean that you got a baby on the way
That’s about to pop out and say hey hey
Now I'm a fuckin' human, living breathing shitting pooping type of being
And I am just fuckin' stooping to your level and you know that I won't settle for the worst
I am a baby and a cradle to the hearse
I will live my freaking life just as best as I can
And you know I'm not going to fuckin' take this damn
Damneda damn damn whatchu gonna do man
I slam up on the mic
I’m just feeling gram, I might
Okay, I got to be slim
Gee, who I am
Shout out to Phoebe Lim
Shout out to my hero
Fuckin' Project Zero
And against the grain
Shouts to Puppy on a Train
Shouts to Purple People Eaters
And fuckle- fuckin' world beaters
And I got to say, it's all real
When I shout to Queen Hayley Mitchell
I begin to shout out to Quinn
I'm lost in your eyes
Shout to Rachel Austin
I'm insane in the brain
Shout out to Rachel Dufrain
Shout to the bomb squad
And also Radom
Stranger danger
Shout to Random Ranger
I am the main one
Shout out to Ratprt from Ireland, love Elena
No edit
Shout to Raw Monger Poetics
And heck yeah
Shouts to Rebecca
I go so dope
Shouts to Rebel without a Cope
I’m dropping this treble and bass
And you know that I just get all in your face
Like a Resa Hurisa
Shout out Teresa, believe ya
I go with the lav on this wood
And I gotta shout out Reed Xavier Chave
You can’t tell me
Not to shout out Rian and Selby
No, I won't do that, don't
And I wanna say this name right
But I fear that I might not so
Don't blight me
Don't smite me if I don't
Don't fuckin' hit me in the face man
I hope that you won't
Shout out to Ricardo Scirae
And then I wanna get blurry
Shout to Ricardo Scurry
Then I wanna see ya
Shouts to Riva
Going so strong
Shouts to Robin Wong
What could happen, see
I wanna shout out to Rosalie and Natalie
You know I gotta so mosey
And I wanna shout out to Rosie
You know that all these playas
Want me to shout out my girl Ruby Rayas
I do it, all my duty in my hurry
Shouts to Sam Early
And I’m on the microphone
So shout out to Sam Felone
I do my duty and I bruise
Shouts to Santa Cruz
And ever
Shouts to Robert and Jordan Sarah - oh
Shouts to Sarah and Robert Jordan, fans forever
So clever
And I wanna say
Shout out to fuckin’ Sarah from the Bay
B-b-bay bay bay
I am so cold
I drive a Zamboni
Shout out to my girl, Sarah Zamponi
I fuckin’ kill it
Shout to Scott Philips
You know I got flow
Shouts to Sean from Chicago
And shout out to Sear Lee
Sea rain-- hear me
Shout out to Sea Rain Searly
You know that I just wanna say it right dearly
But you know that I cannot say it right nearly
But I just try to do my best
And come up off the chest
I say a big shout out to Shalena
Then I have to see
If I can give a real happily
Nice shout out to Shannon B
I think this one's fake
But I'm still gonna say it, 'cause I still gotta take
Your money
Shout out to my dur-dude Cyrus
And then the next one that's fake
Is my dude Sharona Virus
And then I really wanna heal ya
I just wanna say, fuckin' shout out to Sheila
Robertson
And then all day long I gotta keep sending out
A shout to Shavone
You know what I mean
Shout Sierra Stein
And I get flow
Shout out to Simon and Felix from San Luis of Obispo
That's where my Manager's from
It's the SLO and you know we go dumb
It is the place in the Bay in between the Bay and LA that is on the scene
We're all winners
Shout out to Skinner
Don't go home
Shout to Slow and Malone
I'm not damning you to no fate
But shout to Sorin Vlaming
I gotta mean
Shout to sour cream
I wanna tell ya
Shout out to Spella
And from the start
I gotta shout out to my dude Spencer Hart
Not a single fuckin' one of you is basic
And that’s why I gotta shout out to Stasic
Dude, you fuckin' heard man
That I hadda send a shout out to Steff Birdman
And this one's not fake
I don't think, it's a shout out to Steph and Jake
Word to your mother
And also from South Park Butters
And also my dude Stephen Shutters
And evenly wanna send another shout out to a Stephen
But this is Steven B, with a V
And you know the whole team
I wanna shout out to Steve Pack, 13
What you could do is thank me
When I send out a big fuckin’ shout out to Subaru
I won’t leave you in the dark
Shout to Summer Stark
I come back again
Shout out to Summit Atkinson
This one says, Support Gay Rights
I fuckin’ agree
Yes, that’s tight
I’m gonna say it again for those who didn’t hear me
Support Gay Rights, Y’all gotta believe me
Clearly, I got the lav mic on my chest
Shouts to
And no-one in between
I gotta send a shout to That Crystal Queen
Shout out to the Triplets, Kates
Three of you, man, wait
That's crazy, that's tight, no debate
That's amazing, three fuckin' Kates, triplets, that's blazing
Yo, see, I'm gonna send a fuckin' shout out to The Codies
And The Dakotas, you know me
That's so great man
I wish I was a Yogi
I'm gonna do the last page first because it’s only got one name
And then I can put it to the side, not ashamed
So, I don't drive a hearst
But I'm so happy I could burst
When I send a fuckin' shout-out to Zurst
Shout out to The Fire Tiger
Gotta send you a reminder
You know it's hard
When I send a shout out to The Real Charles C
And The Rag-Tag Man
That is so damn plan
By the book
I don't wanna look
No crook, I'm serious
Shout out to Tiberius
I'm no mobster
Shout out to Tobster
And you know you can't see me
Feeling so good, it's unseemly
Feeling like you got the coochie
Shout out to Toki Yamaguchi
What am I saying
Shout out to Tom Ailing
I'm from the Sco, I'm a bro
Shouts to Tommy Sco
You know that you're so fuckin' cool, man, I'm so
Impressed
When I set these names in a pile
Shout out to Toxic Pepsi
Triple E and Texas Crew
I don't know, who the heck are you
But you sound like some real fuckin' dudes and lasses
I rhyme slower than molasses
But you can hit me, if you don't like what I’m doing
But shout out to Tucker Smithees
And I barely begun
But I send a shout to Tyler and Laurel Ericson
Shout out to Tyson from Canadia
You no gotta say it’s cool
That I like you bruh, wanna play the rules
But I gotta play it cool
And shout out to Umbreon
And shout out to the great beyond
And shout out to Venus van Lubeky
How could you do me like that
With such a cool name on this list
I can’t believe half y’all people exist
Shout to Verona
Rhymes with Corona
Rhymes with muh-muh-muh-muh-muh-my Sharona
Shout out to Victoria
The flamadity technician from Penn
I won’t say it again
But you heard what I said
And you heard that I’m dead
On the mic
‘Cause I’m so grateful
That you’re like you are
Shout out to ruby
Shout out to Violeta Luby
Shout out to VV Rivera
I could stare all day at you fuckin’ cool people, man
Where uh, did you come from
I can’t say
But I send a shout out to Vulture J
Shout out to Walter Weller
You’re more money than a bank teller
Like I said, makes me wanna burst
Shout out to Will Hirsch, put you first
You know we’re staying alive
Shout out to Won 1995
And to the Nth Degree
Wanna send a shout out to Yen Marie
Yeah, we did good
And I wanna send a shout to Zach Biggood
We get more bank than a teller
Get more, but I wanna shank-shout out one more time
To Zach Wetmore
Whoo!
That was the whole list
Had all these names in my god-damn fist
But now I gotta go to the porcelain throne
And drain my bone, man, and take it home
end

Hour Eleven
start
As I roll by
I see the clouds in the sky
Feeling so fly
I am a whole guy
So please hold my beer
As I do something dumb
I be gone to come
This is my drum
My life is not home drum
I think that is pretty damn exciting
I really love writing
I really love Henning
Flows, shout out to my dude Henning
He's my german promoter
And I think he's doper
Than any other German
Promoter I've ever had
Even though he's the only one, man, I'm not mad
Okay, a couple sips of water
I'm getting hotter, not in the bad way
Just gotta put that away
I could keep on flowing 'til Saturday
I could put the hat away
*Nah, I won't do that*
I could battle my demons and get vertigo
Hope I'm not hurting, yo
Since itself in your mind
But leave that behind
Everything is integral
In life, because I'm pimpin' all
Avenues like I'm the Scarlet Pimpernel
You know that this is swell
I italicize for emphasis
Gettin this, thankyou for these words you spit and put it to my hat because you’re the shit
What we got next here, what are we going to do next here
This next one is diligent
I am not militant
My energy is not really spent
I feel so elegant
My energy's not really spent yet
I got some more in the tank
Fish name is Hank
Feeling fine like candy
Remember when Mandy Moore did her version on that song?
Sure, I don't know, yo, pass the bong
I'm alluring
I am luring a fish straight of its mooring
You wish that you were on the dock
But I clock all of your protests
But I am not going to go test you
Everything I do is not grotesque
You take a mis-cue, cause you know that I miss you
Silicon Valley is where my alley is
San Francisco, but like the tech biz
What the heck is this, all this shiz?
All the companies, non-profitable
But is there really a fucking future here?
I don't man, it's not quite clear
But I'll steer clear of investing in the next best thing
'Cause my money will go out my pockets like rockets
Fly out with a quickness
My fitness is wild
Man, check out my style, my smile
Oh my God -- his dimples -- it's great!
It's the best person ever
Do I sound like Donald Trump yet? Wait
An eternity to pass before you're burning me
This whole class that I know is fucking your degree
Man, don't give me the third degree
My buttocks are so curve-ery, you could not carve it out
Buttocks was the word they left me, so no doubt
I am nonchalant
I keep on going, I just hit the Bron
Are these words coming from the chat?
Wow, that's so cool, crap
You are the selector
I think I am next, or maybe I'm not
Maybe I was next, and now I am the past next
I no flex, it's a surprise coming up blind to your eyes
Shout out to Cool Guys
Shout out to the dual I have arranged with you
In the next morning, meet with your whole crew
10 paces, then turn, then burn our eyes
We smolder as we get older
The bullet travels, it unravels
The space time continuum
It’s like the Matrix, I'm bending over, man
I'm done
Why did I get into this duel with a random fan idk man i got know idea
I'm going ham
I'm on the doorstep of time
I feel your cold fingers on mine
Oh shit that was the grinch
Oh shit, did I flinch?
I have no wish list but to
Inch myself away from death
You know that I got no fucking stress
I'm a replica of myself
I'm just catsing for my help
Feeling like Reptar
Feeling like a rap star
Know when I can rap bars
As I fucking rep hard
Rep hard for the Bay
For the city I gotta save
It's the 415
You come from there, you thrive
And you're feeling alive
But I can't drive up there 'cause I'm stuck here
But I love LA it's been my city for 10 years
I just know where my roots grow
Shout out to Juno
And the planet Pluto
And my boy Budo
And the dude Buddha
You know you could follow him if you really wanna
Maybe even reach nirvana
Reach nirvana with your momma
I don't know
Comma
Like a flow
I don't have much of a beard
This much is quite clear
But I got a couple hairs on my chin
And that's all I really need to win
And I got this little funky soul patch
If I cut it off, will it grow back?
Yeah, probably, but not more
I think I got more on my cheeks
I've grown them for weeks but its uneven
I've got more on one side, it reeks
It sucks more on my left
It’s uneven hair, man, I’m distressed
But that’s okay
Our flaws is what makes us who we are
They’re what make me a superstar
In my own mind, Vaseline
I’m on the scene, I am a queen
Feeling erratic
Give me no static
Shout out to your granny
I wonder if your granny won a grammy
If so, could she hand me that grammy?
I fucking think so
I fucking pimp the mic and I reload
I just take a heat load
Like I am in the oven
Covered in stuffing
I'm like why didn't you put the stuffing inside?
I don't know, it's not for me to decide
They don't let me cook at Thanksgiving
They don't want my gross vegetarian givings
Maybe someone will eat one serving
But nobody wants them, man
It's hurting my soul
One time I made soup
It was dope and swole
One time I made risotto, oh no
I quintoupled the fucking recipe
But no one wanted my cooking, it was the best of me
That's sad
Anyway, we'll go to sleep now
You know I cannot fucking sleep now
I be how I be always, understand
That in these hallways of my mind
My mind is so rubbery
My girlfriend said cover me
And you can discover me
Do you know about topiary
I am so necessary
I cut it like a fancy shrub
Fucking welcome to the club
Gotta give you a clue
You know what I can do
I'm gonna burn it eternal
My cat’s name was Nermal
No, no wait that was Garfield
I'm out in a far field
My mind's feeling far-fetched
You know I have not quit yet
Now I'm feeling vapid
I'm not flowing rapid
You know I just can't hit this joint
And then spit it candid
Or spit in treaties like Candide
I'm on a horse, this man-steed is so dope
That I got my voice, and I know that I got my choice
And it's stupendous
Tremendous flow, when I bend this dough
For the needs of my friends and the needs of y'all
I just get this all of my chest
My chest is throbbing like Batman and Robin
But I will not be robbing
I will not be lobbing softballs all over the plate
If I ever get to interview a politician - wait
I'm looking for a loophole
I'm just trying
Get it, too swole
Scolded, scalded, man, you know
Gotta keep it simple
On a lake as I ripple
Feeling my nipple
Flowing to the tempo
Never let this end, no
I'm a real rice bloke
I will not choke
I don't do coke
Well, I did a couple times
I didn't like it
I thought I kinda had to try it
But it wasn't for me and I stopped
Two times - three times? Man, I dropped
Some acid, though, out in Venice
At the Biennale with my dentist
That was fucking cool, man
That was better than some school, man
I furrow my brow vexingly
No witches are hexxing me
I do it to the nth degree
I do it so specially
Cardiac is my speciality
You got no space balls
I could just make all
Of your dreams come true
Give you a harpoon
And a damn balloon
To pop I'm in the navigator
With an alligator
They say "See you later"
They say "Meet me later at the pie spot"
Grab some pie and some coffee
All these people get off me
It’s just me, Watsky
But you know that I'm not gonna be pulled
To your dimensions and ambitions
Did I mention that occasionally I get anxiety?
I have no real piety
I don’t know why it’s me in this body, but it is
So I try to be
An okay type of dude in my daily life
In my daily doings, and maybe I
Succeed from time to time and
Do good from rhyme to rhyme
But I am keenly aware that when you see me, you stare
'Cause you're like "He looks like some dude who might make me cum
Just by looking." Oh, are you booking me with your eyes?
Are you cucking me? Why are you doing that?
You could rap about yourself in a strange day
Maybe you do every damn day
If so, you should send me the link
And when I’m not rapping for 33 hours straight
I think I’d try to watch you
If you sneeze, I would say “Achoo”
If you fucking fall, I gotchu
I try to get you up with my trust fall
I try to fucking say “Fuck all my doubts
All the dark thoughts”
I try to danish those harlots
I’m out at a used car lot
Singing some dope harmonics
SInging some harmonies
The devil can't be harming me
I got this great fantasy
That I'm on the faculty at my old school
But the school is in high rule
I’m not quite squeamish
I’m just on the scene, shit
Munching and munching
On this flow, I just jump in
All my hair is really bunchin’
And I’m eating my luncheon
Snap back on this velcro
They all say say "Hell no"
I all say “Elmo:
But I know my elbow is really close
But you still can't bite it
That's a Russian proverb
You know I won't hide it
I won't hide it on my timeline
You know that I'm fine
I'm not dying on the vine
But I need to remind you
To rewind this like the time lapse
I might collapse
I might collate myself into notes
And then go late into that deep dark night
But not gently, man, I won't go
They meant me to go so fiercely
You know you can't pierce me
With your arrows and your slings
You know you can't bring me down
When you see this crown, I will not be drowned
Do it all for pocket change
Do it all and remain
I see some words from the chat
Thank you, man, I heard that
I think I'll get - woah, these are lots of words --
Maybe not, you know that you make me hot
Under the collar, holler for a dollar
Was that Honey Boo Boo? I don't know
You do the math
Who do you think you are?
I came so far
Words from the chat: cucumber
Up my butt, that makes me not slumber
Rip me in half, that would make me laugh
I am not better than John Cena
I no go bigger -- Cena, Mena
Pause, makes me pause, I can’t get ya
I am the supreme, dream team
You know that I mean on the scene
Play a small violin, hell no
I play a small cello
I just grate this cheese
But that was unsubstantiated
I don't know if I did or not
Shout out to Itero
Shout out ot Jonah Hill
I'm like "Yo it's real"
I won't ostracize anyone with weird eyes
Fucking Asian orange, what rhymes with orange?
You know what rhymes with orange? George
Kind of, it's a slant rhyme
But I gotta dance, I'm happy
What’s hydrophobic? Afraid of water?
You know you go quick into dissing me
Are you saying that water on my lips has been missing me?
Sticking me in the back with these kind of sideways disses
I don't know, man
Water gets kisses from my lips
I'll fucking kiss this straw, and I get this raw
When I get this H2O, me and my duo - partner
Start your car, but you know I'm not a starter
I am not harder than whatever's inside your Larter
You got some hard tack, our crack at this is you know
Rio with the hard pack
Fucking Mazel Tov
I could knock your nozzle off
Like matzo ball soup
I'm just saying "Whoop whoop!"
Shout out to Deadpool
I think it really rules
I'm ridonkuous
I drive a Tonka truck
In an increment, it's like sink or swim
I am not a fisherman
But then I just begin
I'm really wildin' all over the place
I need a Tylenol
This is drastic
What the fuck is endoplasmic?
Oof, gotta boof my strawberry smoothie
Up my damn coof
I don't know -- for a booboo hole
What could be that rhymes with coof
Stick in the opposite of my body’s roof
That was rude
Oh shit, man, damnnit
He just wove a damn vocal tapestry
Just clappin' the mic
And do it so laughably
You know I stay on ya
My words in layers like some lasagna
I'm no Flanagan
Irishman doing damn shenanigans
Actually, man, I'm like quarter Irish
On my mom's side, but I just get Eilish
Billie Eilish on the mic, really stylish
Man, I'm batting my eyelids
I play the etude, no attitude
And then I play the prelude
Out of order, I make my own rules
Got a camcorder, it's so cool
I play that mandala
But you know I swallow all of my pride
Popeye is all in my eye
In my grill, eating his goddamn spinach
Why you like that shit so much man, what is this?
I am hella bae
Hella bae'd out, as clear as cellophane
What the hell remains after that shit out on Anza
Aguirre, a whole damn bonanza
Hear me, I live out on Cabrillo
I scrub like a brillo pad
It's the texture of my hair
And my next flow is recipe
Y'all really got the best of me
All the quality ingredients
You know that you see me slip
I’m like a bonsai tree. I grow so slow
That I’m on my back, I barely move
When I flow, I am like a kind of lizard
Maybe, I don’t know, which kind -
A baby fucking kimodo?
Do they go slow or do they go real fast?
Ask someone else, I don’t know, I fucking pass
I’m so fucking pure
All my references are so fucking obscure
They're like, "Damn, you suck more than a fucking vacuum"
That's not true, I fucking thank you
For reminding me that time is now
To do what I do, I'm quite down
You, though, are out there like Pluto
I don't take caloric readings into account
But I am just prehistoric, on some mesozoic era shit
I am very Land Before Time, man, it’s very quipped
Well equipped, like Littlefoot or Petrie
Man I will not razzle you, I'm not dazzled
I don't embezzle funds from these funds, I won't take a dollar
Not a red cent, I won't holler
Man, fuck this breeze comin' through on my knees
I'm Chuck E. Cheese
I got this piranha flow, I got the jump off. man
So Geronimo!
Man, I'm on the way down
But they can't take my crown
With these verbal ballistics, I need these statistics
The elephant in the squad
Is not relevant, man, that's odd
I just rhyme frequently
And I do it with indecency
But I got respect from all where my peers intersect
But I connect with yo on my goddamn Rolodex
Not in my Rolls Royce
I have just got no choice
I'm a cuck
That's not true, try my luck
That's the first thing that I said when the cuck card popped up
I don't watch my girlfriend fuck others
That would be kind of strange for our relationship, ayeee
Don't wanna play that way
It's okay if you do, but that not my thang thang
I brang brang rhymes and I try to sang sang
Get some more protein, you know that I mean
What I seen, I am not a dinkle leaf
Little type of periwinkle
That was a very poorly constructed rhyme
But you know, fuck, I can find sometimes
I'm behind my mind in my mouth ways
You know I go gray
I just get all in, I am just fallin'
Sometimes I say "Fuck it,"
I got a little whack nugget of rhymes
And then I put it to the side
And then I just rewind my mind
And get these rhymes so hectic
When the morning becomes eclectic
Shout out to KCRW
Support your local stations, it won't trouble you
Getting so mega
Buying a ham, bacon, cheese at a bodega
I just gotta say I don't know how to play
The next word in the pile
It really makes me spile
But repugnant is not an easy word to rhyme
So I put it at the top of the rhyme and I'm fine
And I'll need some caffeine in a couple hours
When I'm on the damn scene, but for now
I'm fucking good as hell
Unscrewing my mind, man, you can tell
That is coming off like a relief cap that I just had to doff
I hope you don't scoff if I just seem soft
I feel animated, I feel that I made it -- oh shit!
What we got now? Kush Mody, throwing it down
Can I get just a bit more volume?
I am just callin' em
It feels good to fucking flow the Mody beat
Maybe a little more even? Just a fucking smiggen
I am not a stool pigeon -- that's awesome
Shout out to the DJ, replay
Everything you said, man, I'll relay
All inside of my head
Minding my own business until I am fucking dead
Man, remember Kush Mody, out in Boston
We got lost in the sauce and we did it
Man, we knew each other so long
I can’t even believe that we been so strong
And with Jackson out in the winter
We were like Master Splinter
You remember, we were doing it
We were making that music shit
I'm so proud and glad at how far we've come
And how far we had to run
I'm flipping like an acrobat on the beat
Can you fucking handle that? I will repeat this
It's about connectivity
This is nativity
It's like the young Christ giving me strength
I don't think twice, I just go back
I'm a player, but I don't crush a lot
I just wanna hit the beat a lot
I fucking got to repeat you, I'm useful
But you know that I am full

I'm not just reactive
I'm radioactive
But I am that kid
And I take it back quick

The next word is adultery
Fucking plucked like upholstery

The beat keeps on thumpin'
Kush mody on the beat keep on bumpin'
The hour gettin' ungodly
Will I keep on going
Probably
I don't wanna create a fiasco
Just because of my wack flow
I wanna keep on goin'
I wanna keep on rowin'
11:02:50
Shoutout to Kudy Hodge
He does his duty
He’s a god
On the mic
Like supposedly
You know that yo it’s me
I got it in the pocket
I gotta fuckin’ lock it
Down
When I get downtown

No matter what they’re tellin’ me
It’s all about utility
And whatever they be sellin’ me
Shoutout to Bellamy
Yeah mister Bill Bellamy
I’m trying to make the vibe intimate
I’ll be back in a little bit
But I never stop hittin’ it
I’m just trying to pick a bit

This is my distribution
I’m just trying to hit this bullshit
Feelin’ fucking mystical
Like I said
I will hit the wall

I might need a thermometer
If you just have to monitor
How hot my flows are heating up
I’ve got to fucking tell you
I am speeding up
But that shit is not something i can maintain
Because my brain if fucking mush

Records I won’t falsify
I am just calling my
Shots
Everything good in the jood
Great
I just keep on flowing and relate

Shoutout to octopussy
The move movie you can’t push me
It was 007
He was going up to heaven
But that to damn nation
Imm now at my station
Rapping
Me ego
Is to keep flow-
Ing til we go
Go into that cold cold night

Shoutout to Snow White
That was cool
And renknowned
The flow is everlasting
I am always blasting
The beat on the stereo

Oh shit
Watsky
Look man
Here we go

He's rocking the mic
He's not stopping to hike up his jeans
Or his shorts
Or his shirt

He doesn't have time for that
Man he hurts
This mic
Is the only thing that he hurts
That he's not a fucking pacifist
Against and again I ask the mic
If he believes he is just hurt
????
Bu that was something we tried to fucking prove

But I am not a hoodlum
I keep dropping these good
Um
Flows
Some get stuck in my esophagus
Thats where its just stoppin’ it

Feelin’ good tho
A few hours ago
It felt like I might not flow
Like my throat was getting real kinda shitty
But then it got better
Why you stay with me
Feelin’ so witty

Shoutout to my dude Schmitty
And nitty gritty
The DJ
Man, he's probably not with me
But he did a couple dates on the Warped Tour
I just wanna move your
Body

Shoutout to the beatpork
State
2014
We were great
Shoutout to my girl kflay
She's got a verbal aka-47 thousand
Deep inside her chest
She's reknowned
She's great
She's hounding
She's got that rhyme caviar

I say daddy are
You
Willing to take top billing
To fucking build me up and sign cor ranfycking building
Because I am not a homeowner

And that is not great
But don't all our states change with the COVID
Man some people having no kids
Because this changed our whole worlds

No little boys or girls
And maybe wait a bit
Or don't
I don't know
That's your life
Do whatever you want with your time

Because our lives are so bountiful
And we gotta just power through
Live and thank ourselves and our lucky stars
Or wonder where the fuck we are
In the universe
This is so true it hurts
But I'm not a salesman
I'm more a drink and an ale man
Bringing the truth like a mailman
Feeling like a maniac
Flowing like a brainiac
Because you know that the way I rap
Is so goddamn loquacious
That I'm saying it's gracious

When I'm on the mic I say shit
But otherwise I might not like to say
But I can’t just put this damn mic away

I'm in my cubby hole
Hiding out
'Cause you know that my buddy's roll
It's a scout
If the teacher is coming
Playin' hide-go-seek and you know that I'm drummin'
On a melody
Tell me
Fucking Makaveli
Do you smell me
You know I get heli-
Coptered out of my own mind
The doctor proctored my test
But you need not remind me

That this life is cyclical
I’m putty in god’s hands man
My buddy

It's fucking paramount
To get a golden parachute
This life is rare amount of time
But you know that we get the shoot
We're gonna lose and dilute
And leave a weird residue
I don't know
Who are you

All of these night critters
Are giving me real jitters
In the morning I won't eat fritters

I'll probably eat more smoothie
I wonder how much more there is
A lot
It doesn't have much fizz
Although at some point I have to drink the redbull-y
And then you will have to pull me
Up
On my ass from the couch
And I don't know if I doubt
Myself
I just drop these lyrical thesis
Theoretical theses
You know I make theses
Flows
I got no place-
Bo
Boop

And it doesn't make me mad
Shout out to Adam, that's the supper of dead
I'm gettin' all in
Shout out to Ben from