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WTF Collective 3

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Yo... MC confusing... WTF 3 mother fuckers. Got more hamstrings than a pile of wings 2012 - Bringing west wing DVDs to a blind date First on deck every day normal guy [everyday normal guy Everyday normal guy here to get the track started My average lyrics are between genius and retarded I drink tap water and watch all the CSIs I put my 30 dollar pants on on leg at a time Sleep 8 hours a night eat 3 meals a day I'm motherfucking content I got no reason to complain I have a roof over my head and I got clothes on my back My verse is done it wasn't great but hey it wasn't that bad [MC uses time machines irresponsibly] Yo I'm MC uses time machines irresponsibly Went back and found Jusad Iscariot in 33 AD Gave him 31 pieces of silver to rat out the wrong guy Then I planted monsanto seeds in dinosaur times Gave Bill Gates my iPhone in 1973 Then I travelled in time to the night that I was concieved Then I met up with my parents and we hung out all night Come to think of it they didn't have any alone time (NO) [MC nausious] MC Nausious up in this mother fucker I don't feel so hot shit I think that I am gonna [bluurg] Why'm I so sick, what I eat Cat food will make expired yogurt taste less like cheese (oh right) [MC cock blocks himself] MC cock blocks himself, hey girl what's up You so sexy we should probably hook up Crawl in a hot tub with a bottle of champagne By the way I have a girlfriend and I think I might have AIDS [MC necrophiliac] MC necrophiliac, where are my dead bodies at Crashing funerals just so that I can get a whiff of that Decomposing bodies are (they're[?]) my favourite aphrodesiac Flatlining gives me a pavlovian erection in my pants Turn-offs include breathing pulses and signs of life My turn ons are rigor mortis cold flesh and suicide If you're not stiff as a board I won't be stiff and I'll be bored Wait what do we have here? Looks like I'm about to score [Talking, Zombie chorus guy] Wait a minute... no! no!!! NO!!! [singing] -You have to be kidding me What the fuck is going on -This cannot be happening I don't wanna do this any more -This must be a bad dream Leave me alone -Why am I still singing? I mother fucking killed myself [MC gets sidetracked easily] Yo! MC gets sidetracked easily back in the heezy By heezy I mean house but not the show I think it's cheezy My favourite show is Dexter that guy is also in 6 feet- under my first experience with death I was just 16 My dog got run over by a truck and its head exploded Like Robert Patrick in Terminator 2 when he's frozen Its freezing in Iceland I was just there on holiday Hold on I think I got lost again what was I trying to say? [MC who couldn't speak in the present tense] I was MC who couldn't speak in the present tense I'm gonna have a lot of money and my dick was immense It would've been difficult, people assumed I was a retard I'll have a serious problem, communicating was hard [MC constipation] Yo I'm MC constipation It has been 3 days since My last bowell movement I'm starting to get impatient Spend hours on the toilet Yet nothing never comes out of it Intestines like polititions They're constantly full of shit I wish my bowell movements where a little more like my rhymes Always smooth and free-flowing It would save me a lot of time Push for hours with no result Not even a brown brussel sprout My shit's like a gay republican It's not planning on coming out [MC] Yo I'm MC invisible You can't see me The only rapper in this industry that can't be seen With the naked eye I won't lie It's hard to get a fanbase When image is everything And I litterally don't have a face [MC on the phone with Ted Danson] I'm MC on the phone with Ted Danson Keep it down Just skip to the next verse I'm on the phone with ted Danson Not now hold on ted I don't wanna be in this song anymore Leave me alone This is more important I'm on the phone with the guy who played Sam Malone [MC confusing] Yo MC confusing wrapping up the song Like a plasticine high fiving (high five and) a helicopter thong I got richochet highlitghts from the fleet fox's knife guy We out like a rice fightin' a vampire's wife's life [MC zombie chorus guy] -Maybe this isn't so bad Better than my last job -Taking it in the ass for cash 20 bucks a pop -Maybe things will turn around Being a zombie's pretty cool -Things couldn't get worse anyhow (get's tackled by MC necrophiliac) [Talking] [MC necrophiliac:] Yeah that's right uuhh. [undoing fly/zipper] Oh you're gonna get it you little dead bitch. [Chorus Guy:] No! No! Ahh! [getting raped] ow ow, I spoke to soon [MC WCSITPT:] UUGH! That used to be so gross! [MC Nausious:] It's just a guy having sex with a dead body. There's nothing (BLURG) [MC invisible:] Dude! you just puked all over me! [MC Nausious:] sorry [MC constipation:] That's a good idea, I should get an enema [MC cock-blocks himself:] Enemas, puke, guys having sex with dead bodies... you ready to go back to my place ([girl:] uugh (walks off)) What am I doing wrong? [MC fatigue: (wakes up)] Did I miss anything?

Red Hot Riplets

Yea Nice cold glass With a nice bottle of OVL And you better be feelin my shit man Now now Cause you beg too much Gimme gimme got shit Cause you beg too much Gimme gimme got shit Cause you beg too much Gimme gimme (Nelly) I'm automatical emphatical radical Even I wanna clear all the misconceptions and shit you believe in I'm leavin nothin to the imagination I wanna earn my emancipation proclamation through the radio stations Facin me ain't that hard but it ain't that easy I like the girl that win to play hard, and win to play easy Believe me George and Weezy couldn't move up this fast I'm laughin everybody can't tell if I'm first or last It won't hurt your ass but it might hurt yo ass They gon trip and find Dirty got the perfect stash The perfect gat, liftin your ass thought I would run Laughin at them niggas thought that Dirty was done I'm a son of a G I'm not a son of a bitch I'm makin sure that my son and my sons gon be rich Makin daughters and my daughters in no particular order I leave em layin up out the water with straps to protect their borders (Chorus) I need some Kool-Aid (Whaaaaaaaat?) Wit my Red hot riplets (tell em what ya tell em whatcha mean man) You all that and a bag of chips And I just wanna know if me and you can dip that's all I need some Kool-Aid (Whaaaaaaaat?) Wit my Red hot riplets (tell em what ya tell em whatcha mean man) You all that and a bag of chips And I just wanna know if me and you can dip that's all Baby girl, you sweeter then Kool-Aid, the red flavor Ooh thats my favorite Yea I know my game is major She gave me her card, she said I can page her I was gonna wait a couple days but I did her a favor I call her now Invite myself, awake the neighbors, be loud Swoop in like the caped crusader (du duh du duh!) Without the cape without the tights Her baby daddy was the type that had a truck like mine No beast rims no dual pipes Of course that, I loved her apple bottom short set She got upset, I said she couldn't find for cigarettes (why not?) Small brat And used to cast with short stacks If she asked me for somethin Drop her off where the porch at I'm on a mission, turn the keys in the ignition Beat steady beatin, tweeters steady whistlin See seen my glisten she started to trip Murph, she's all that and a bag of chips -Chorus- (Murphy Lee) Listen I want some moonshine nigga I'm in Cali and Cancun No goin out I like to stay in my damn room (Daaamn!) She got a donkey oh this must be a damn zoo (Ooooooh!) Look at the monkey oh she must be a baboon Please don't feed me momma I'm like an animal Especially after twelve can you handle my stamina? You won't believe the things I said when you walked by My ganka wit is on but its high when I talk high Now ought I take you home but am I wrong I'm a kid ma you know I don't wanna be on my lone Plus I felt something now when we was dancin on that song I like togetherness can we all get along Can we all get in my car and talk about it in the morn And make decisions when we wake up and yawn Come on you can tell me if you like it or not Cause I'ma have my Kool-Aid and my Riplets red hot -Chorus- Yo yo The mother fuckers just too damn hot Nigga like we buyin a window Cost a good line and even get shot to find a Endo Bein Red Hot Riplets promotin passin out snippets And you walkin with the triplets out clubbin lookin terrific I need some Kool-Aid Shit I got to get it win it Put my spoon up in ya bitch and see if ya fit up in it (Damn) Spoke for a second (Damn) told her our record Told the groupie connection Got them womens all will get naked So the Lunatics Told her how I reflect it Let me show you from the Show-Me no talk for sure respect it And you're red hot but not to say your head not It's the rap Fred Flintstone, makin the bed rock Give it to you never bellin ya Handle bizness I'm tellin ya If you ever need me again I be through then I'ma see ya girl And I'ma store your number under Red Hot Riplets and Kool-Aid

Certified Gangstas

JIM JONES "On My Way To Church"
[Verse: Jim Jones] You know I keep my eyes wide East side high risers West side low riders vest with the four-fire Yes I fo sho fire D-I-P low rider See police, slow the ride See scwalay, nigga 'Cause they be thinking that the ride stolen Keep your head up and your eyes open Load the lead up while the ride rollin Creep up on a motha like what you say fucka Well fuck him and if he live smoke him We don't appeal to the law You know we ride this motherfucker till them wheels fall off And the first bastard get fly You know blad, blad, blad, was my reply 89 wolf pack and we wylin P-89 pull gats 'cause we violent, shit, yea We put coke on the strip Don't quote me boy 'cause I ain't said shit [Chorus: Bezel] Since I made a gang of bucks Nah I ain't been hanging much Still slide through fly coupes, and the chains is plush Keep the banger tucked 'case I had to bang a fuck 'Cause we Certified Gangstas All day we hanging smut, dog with a gang of ducks Hundred grand on the hand, Game got the range of trucks Kill wit the deal, still got cane to cut 'Cause we Certified Gangstas [Verse: Cam'Ron] We still in ages of glocks Razors or octs 'Cause I lay in the drop Pump the base on the pocket Move the H on our block, in front of H&R Block See the face on our watch, put your face on our cock I keep the looga hug Show you how to use the snub Whoop-te-woo, fuck around be you I plug I don't do the drugs, baby I move the drugs Right on the computer love, it sound like computer love Duck the cop-cappers And them top-hatters Fock flavors, harlem world we got gators Not dead I said they alive Lions, Tigers, Bears, oh my It's a straight zoo A to Z, May to April Bring the Apes through Fuck around you be ape food, baked food 9 bitches 8 dudes Diamond visions, great cubes Get it straight fool [Chorus] [Verse: Jim Jones] You know I ride through Lennox All eyes on my pendant But I'm moving like oh dog was ridding a menace With that automatic weapon, blowing live through my tennant While I'm breezin' through the jects, blowing live on the tennants I'm pouring liquor for the dead and gone And we retaly same night, load the blinkers with the leaders on We come to get you till the dead and morn (Knock, Knock wake up mothafucker, you know who it is) Killa and Jones coppin one dawn Big birds, the rocks and our charms He got the bird, the glocks in my palm I got the word from King Joffrey the bomb My nigga zeekey surely a hard rock How he survived them 40-sum-odd shots As we ride he screamed out eastside All the time as I reply

Black Togetha Again

King Tee "Tha Triflin' Album"
And that's how we do Smokin em muthafuckas No justice, no peace then, Mr. Policeman Save a life for your kids and your wife No more donuts and coffee And I'll be back once I get off these concrete streets Infrared scope and I'm mad as fuck I'm on the roof tryin to duck from the pigs, cause they suck Pick em all one by one, cause they all got a strap Tryin to beat us with the stick and the gat Lookin at the news and now I see pals Carlton, Koons, Hearns comin up sooner than he thought It might be at a stop light or maybe at the station Either way it go, I'm stilll makin bacon Stuff him with a apple in his mouth, make sure he's gaffled Tie his ass up and bring him back to my castle Throw him in the dungeon, leave his badge and his gun In the car, turn it upside down, burn it up And let it blaze, all I got left is one guage I slung all the ones that I brung from the gun Store, I gotta get at least three more And I could give a fuck what you think I got em for And all the King's hoes and all the King's men Go try to put this shit black together again Come on 12 whites on a black, what's next? Pull a man out his truck and get stretched I got a grudge with the judge Cause he don't show no love for chocolate fudge He only likes vanilla But we do all the work like Cinderella? And I'll be damned if I get paid at a minimum wage While they afford to eat like a smorgasbrod feast And leave us here down in the dumps The place where Donald Trump would get his ass jumped Slavin at Mickey D's for 4 bucks and a quarter And can't afford a Big Mac with a soda The biggest crooks, the biggest thugs there ever was Was the ones that they vote for and hope for Quicker than a zig-zag, they got big bags Fill em to the ceilin, now who's doin the killin? Then they point the finger at the young male black Workin two jobs, so he gotta sell crack So all the King's hoes and all the King's men Go try to put this shit black together again Come on Let's do it like the wild wild west Take off your holster and your gat and let's scrap But Porkey the Pig don't wanna get em up Unless you got your hands in some cuffs Will I break the law if I break your jaw? Turn around take two steps and draw And make sure your plastic kill Cause I came to get busy for real So when you jump in my fo' Make sure you slam the do' And no bullshit on my flo' Cause all the King's hoes and all the King's men Help put this shit black together again And I'm Audi


Keith Murray "It's a Beautiful Thing"
Intro: Motherfucker. You motherfuckers! Verse 1: Keith Murray flips the undergroup cut dope funk flow chromotose So listen close I'm like the undertaker turning rappers into ghosts Host and roast MC's like I'm suppose I can send L.O.D. to bust caps perhaps Bring E and Red and we can kick some raps This track is so sickenin' and bouncin' Make you nod your head so much you need counciling I flow to a rough kind of mode Competition run for cover cause I'm droppin' loads No brainer crossing over in the Range Rover Insainer pack heat like a super nova Keith Murray gets it on and poppin' Shut it down like administrative lockin' Marble face poetry poverty hard Perform like the ? We went from allies to enemies Stingin' like centipedes Sit around and watch death come in threes I burn like lye Gruesome like Faces Of Death parts 1,2,3,4 and 5 Hook: Everyday I got a new style hatchin' This is more than rappin' this is media hyjackin' As long as I'm alive I'm a keep the vibe 24-7 365 - Redman (x2) Verse 2: I'm a leader without affair Soldier without a past Come around here frontin' and we gonna splash your ass And you feelin' me you drillin' me with maximum intensity Intentionally that's how it's suppose to be Spectacular monster rap or slasher At the nightfall I'm after ya like Blackula I rap with a Blackenstein frame of mind Aircraft fly when I use to push my braids to the side Slide from Keith Jekyle to Murray Hyde My battle cry make niggas wanna just lay down and die It's imparitive that you feel the heritage I provide Comin' courtesy but with no Jive ? freaka, conversatin' through frequent modulations out digital speakers I make you give it all you got don't stop for a breather Turn a rap aethesist into a Def Squad believer Yo Keith Murray can't be touched Plus girls jump in my flow like double dutch What Hook Verse 3: You went from a full course meal to a half chicken wing Girl you gotta grow up if you wanna do your thing You can't make me or break me but hate me greatly Call me on my birthday to try to aggrivate me Cause when I rock I got all the girls with me Got niggas bouncin' off the wall like spider monkey Bury the hatchet in the back of anybody tryin' to match it It's the vulture new fulture gonna scratch it while you catch it There's a hole in the bucket there lies a Nigga dead and stinkin' For sittin' around with his ass stinkin' Flamboyant undunted most wanted Those that don't understand it better get up on it God damn it The life of the party order hits like John Gotti But shhh that's on the low don't tell nobody The scientist of the George ave do work in the lab Test my experiments out on the ave They got you thinkin' but they lyin' anyways So when they gossipin' about us they got nothin' to say Don't play Hook Outro: Yeah yeah yeah once agian the incredible Mr. Murray comin' at you incredible Def Squad unforgeytable. Flippin' the script and all that other good shit We gonna let y'all niggas know to your face what's up.

I Used To Love H.e.r.

COMMON "Resurrection"
Verse One: I met this girl, when I was ten years old And what I loved most she had so much soul She was old school, when I was just a shorty Never knew throughout my life she would be there for me on the regular, not a church girl she was secular Not about the money, no studs was mic checkin her But I respected her, she hit me in the heart A few New York niggaz, had did her in the park But she was there for me, and I was there for her Pull out a chair for her, turn on the air for her and just cool out, cool out and listen to her Sittin on a bone, wishin that I could do her Eventually if it was meant to be, then it would be because we related, physically and mentally And she was fun then, I'd be geeked when she'd come around Slim was fresh yo, when she was underground Original, pure untampered and down sister Boy I tell ya, I miss her Verse Two: Now periodically I would see ol girl at the clubs, and at the house parties She didn't have a body but she started gettin thick quick DId a couple of videos and became afrocentric Out goes the weave, in goes the braids beads medallions She was on that tip about, stoppin the violence About my people she was teachin me By not preachin to me but speakin to me in a method that was leisurely, so easily I approached She dug my rap, that's how we got close But then she broke to the West coast, and that was cool Cause around the same time, I went away to school And I'm a man of expandin, so why should I stand in her way She probably get her money in L.A. And she did stud, she got big pub but what was foul She said that the pro-black, was goin out of style She said, afrocentricity, was of the past So she got into R B hip-house bass and jazz Now black music is black music and it's all good I wasn't salty, she was with the boys in the hood Cause that was good for her, she was becomin well rounded I thought it was dope how she was on that freestyle shit Just havin fun, not worried about anyone And you could tell, by how her titties hung Verse Three: I might've failed to mention that the shit was creative But once the man got you well he altered the native Told her if she got an energetic gimmick That she could make money, and she did it like a dummy Now I see her in commercials, she's universal She used to only swing it with the inner-city circle Now she be in the burbs lickin rock and dressin hip And on some dumb shit, when she comes to the city Talkin about poppin glocks servin rocks and hittin switches Now she's a gangsta rollin with gangsta bitches Always smokin blunts and gettin drunk Tellin me sad stories, now she only fucks with the funk Stressin how hardcore and real she is She was really the realest, before she got into showbiz I did her, not just to say that I did it But I'm committed, but so many niggaz hit it That she's just not the same lettin all these groupies do her I see niggaz slammin her, and takin her to the sewer But I'ma take her back hopin that the shit stop Cause who I'm talkin bout y'all is hip-hop

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