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a d d .
01:41
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gunn munny, mr. wizard of rap.
sit back, relax, prepare to feast on facts:
i'm black, i'm white, i'm asian. i'm hispanic.
i'm satanic. i'm fucking gigantic.
larger than a fat chick's mattress is.
or like all 9 planets combined. universal.
no rehearsal necessary.
best of the blessed so no need preparing.
staring mite be mandatory.
and absurd hero at the peak of his glory.
i just found waldo.
ain't gonna show him to yall tho.
i like my hanky panky skanky, a lil spanky.
ladies thank me.
i'm not topical, i'm talkative.
and i got this, kid,
i make it hot tropical,
but not hot topic, you little kids.
and my new record?
you should cop that shit
cuz
we put a lotta work in.
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asa nisi masa.
02:47
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asa nisi masa
so i'm dying for a cigarette but it's only like the 3rd song and i'm sittin here lookin at him and there he is up on the stage he's going thru the motions and he's doing it, but like he looks dead. and i realize this man has been broken. the SCENE has broken him. he is probably going to cry tonite. and i wanna laugh. some dark part of me wants to laugh. i wanna find this funny. but i can't. cos i look like that all the fucking time.
asa nisi masa
and then i get offered a free cd and i'm like "yeah, sure, i'll take that. i know that box is still pretty full and everything, so: i'll throw this out for you.
it's gonna be a good show (HELL YEAH)
do you wanna go? (HELL YEAH)
there's a lotta good bands (HELL YEAH)
and it's only 12 dollars. (NOPE)
fuck it i quit
asa nisi masa
can i buy you a shot? (HELL YEAH)
you wanna smoke some pot? (HELL YEAH)
did you dig the show? (HELL YEAH)
will you go home w/ me? (NOPE)
fuck it i quit.
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attackticks.
02:49
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still drunk or still drinkin.
penis never shrinkin.
mind always be thinkin facts.
best thing since lincoln for blacks.
(chill it's just a joke)
you meaningless people, i'm evil,
i'm handsome and then some.
you can put them hands up.
drunk as fuck. my 5 senses done gave up
and ran amok. made them make love, fuck.
5some. awesome. a-plus, plus some.
we the young and the meatless
no one can defeat this.
we preachers.
we ruthless. we do this.
leave yr friends toothless.
and yr spraying turds but we can see thru this.
x-ray vision for bullshit.
raised by a pack of crazed whores.
we wage wars.
we make more money than you have ever.
(nah not really)
i'm the man behind the curtain.
never not workin.
them's attacktics.
i'ma fuck the taste outcha mouth,
make my way down south
turn that pussy into cole slaw.
WOO HA
got that ass in check.
still drunk or still drinkin.
fuckin w/ attacktics.
fuckin asian black chicks
and some ugly fat bitch.
yea it's just a habit.
you want it, you can't have it
cos yr not a fat bitch or a black chick...
wait... does this suck?
(yes, this is pretty bad)
yeah? well yr face looks like an ass mat.
(what is that even supposed to mean?)
like i wanna sit on it.
x-ray vision for bullshit.
damn it feels good to be a stoner from daytona
and own a business of yr own. uh. yeah,
and no, yr honor. i don't wanna bother no one.
and i know i oughtta not sold that weed to yr daughter.
but if you got a light i got a roach to burn.
and enough for a blunt so like,
court adjourned.
x-ray vision for bullshit.
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4. |
anuddrapp song.
03:02
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i'm at the aquarium all high
lookin fish rite in the eye
trynna have a staring contest.
but they don't blink so
i think i'm gonna mess this up.
but i keep trying til i'm crying.
like i'm at the movies watching scooby dooby doo
but i've been roofied too
and i'm like
"yo this is actually sad."
like when i had to buy grandma's birthday card.
i tried so hard gramma,
but nuthin really said what i wanted to say...
GUESS WHAT?
wrote another rap song
(so what? you wrote another rap song? who gives a fuck?)
but i wrote another rap song.
wrote another rap song
(yr in a rut)
i wrote another rap song
(you still suck)
i wrote another rap song.
what do we want? BEER
when do we want it? BEER
what do we want? BEER
when do we want it? BEER
i fucked yr mom.
(wait what?)
nuthin man. laidher
(oh ok. i guess i'll just see you at the aquarium)
yea man. i'll be there rite at 4.
GUESS WHAT?
wrote another rap song
(so what? you wrote another rap song? who gives a fuck?)
but i wrote another rap song.
wrote another rap song
(yr in a rut)
i wrote another rap song
(you still suck)
i wrote another rap song.
gunn munny, lil pupp.
i know you heard of us, we murderous.
we make chix sourpuss by fucking them for an hour plus.
(parental control)
new album comin out like a fag.
comin out like a baby from yr vag.
comin out like doo doo from that fat ass.
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5. |
whiskee.
01:27
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(sunshine)
(fairies)
(ribbons)
(puppies)
(balloons)
(flowers)
(bunnies)
(rainbows)
WHISKEE
muthafuckas think it ludicrous
how lucrative gunn munny booty is
i'm not new to this
and the proof is over in the puddin bitch
i'm not new to this
so what i do to this beet is beauteous
it's gluteus maximus
abracadabra fantasticness
like magic tricks. what
(sunshine)
(fairies)
(ribbons)
(puppies)
(balloons)
(flowers)
(bunnies)
(rainbows)
WHISKEE
(gunn munny?)
speaking.
i been seeking out my nuthin left to lose.
i'm the scary dude in the booth next to you,
screaming bout his testicles
and how each one deserves it's own vestibule
and they do.
i thought i made my statement well,
but you know, a statement means you don't yell rite?
(grammatically speaking, it's an exclamation)
STOP. GRAMMAR TIME.
(sunshine)
(fairies)
(ribbons)
(puppies)
(balloons)
(flowers)
(bunnies)
(rainbows)
WHISKEE
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6. |
reel tock
01:23
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3 month promotion for a 30 person turnout.
promo for a show nobody seem to heard about.
get paid 40 bux to get up and spill yr guts
and sound guy spends 1/2 his time outside smokin butts?
and 1/2 that ca$h goes to ga$.
and the other 1/2 goes to the ticket that yr drummer now has.
still in the red from the 10 you spent on posters
most of which are now soaked beer coasters.
then yr 30. suddenly worried about yr future.
you didn't stick w/ folk rock
didn't think it would suit you in the long run
and look who's on the cover of rolling stone:
fucking mumford and sons.
shell out yr last $10 just to get in, support yr friends
and then pretend you gotta take a shit.
in the stall just drinkin all of yr nips.
you look out and survey the crowd
and uh oh. it's tattooed folded arms
you start to get alarmed.
it's plaid button-ups and big glasses
chix w/ no asses.
and yr shirt's covered in old ashes.
but yr hopin the promoter's had enough jack and sodas
to cop you a shot and just show off that he knows you.
lookin at yrself in the mirror.
baggy eyes all red
being like "why am i not dead?"
brand new record, no ink, but it's hot shit.
the cover of the weekly always goes to the band w/ the hot chick.
and yr a jaded little shit.
just hopin that yr bandmates continue to put up w/ it
and have a little fun w/ it, but
it's only a matter of time before another drummer quits.
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7. |
so it goes.
02:52
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my music is for mothers who do lots of drugs.
my music is for critics, burglars and sluts.
my music is for highschoolers who carry guns.
my music is for everyone.
my music is for neighbors at it all nite long.
yeah my music is for everyone.
if you truly love music never learn how to make it. observe from a distance. the moment you know what a root-n-fifth is, how and why you prefer minor keys, what an arpeggio is, you will be lost. that love you had will vanish. you will begin to suffer.
my music is for cashiers who steal from the till.
my music is for quitters who are capable.
my music is for people thatt don't like having fun.
my music is for everyone.
here's my elevator pitch: nothing worth knowing can be taught. stop listening. if you listen i have control. but if you stop listening, you have control.
my music is for anybody that done somebody wrong.
my music is for yr mother and her misbegotten spawn.
my music is for everyone
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gunn munny Cambridge, Massachusetts
we like taking walks and shits.
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