1. |
Ghoul School
02:46
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Ghoul School:
ghoul school
shitty job working payin' my bills
spare time spent joking, jakin' my grills
I can shoot up a school, in a life Touch fashion
I'm sick of waiting around just to perform my passion
money is an issue, and it would make me happy
it's funny how not affording school can be so crappy
in the 2nd grade I was bummed because of book work
now I”m blasting holes in the bank booking brooks world
35 large and I'm halfway there
I would put myself in debt, but the bank wouldn't dare
I've considered selling drugs to all the stones and jointers
I'm so desperate to go to school I'm asking Martin Hines for Pointers
If passion was money, the I'd be Tony Stark,
But I'm broker than the Goonies and my future's looking dark
Maybe i'll have better luck in about a thousand years
I'll freeze myself cryo and futurama all my fears
If something's gonna happen it needs to happen now,
but how can I pull my head out the ground in this sleepy town
I won't get too far shifting gears in this shitty car
overweight skinny and my hardcore eyebrow scar
I only write in pen so I can see my mistakes
looking back on this verse lots of scribbles on this page
Raps on raps on poems man more rhymes than the raven
All I need's a budget man I'll be makin movies like Wes Craven
You do voodoo I can match it easy
these rhymes should be illegal lock me up like lil' weezy
poking pinholes in my logic, that can't be done
I'm the highest of the highlanders there can be only one.
The skinny on the skinny but I'm living life large,
Supersize a brotha man, stop motion large marge
I'm fuckin' blowin' up Sex Doll
So Antoine Dodson, Tell 'em all
More skills than the hair on a chemotherapy patient
oh shit he knows stare at me face it.
If you can't keep up with the rhymes start breathin'
I'm a heathen of the times it's steep but I keep grievin'
I'm good at what I'm good at run and tell that
the hood that raised his hood rat wipes his feet off
at my door mat
my lol cat tell them all that it's ackbar it's a fall trap
Ten years later I'm still into star wars.
Still triple X still not suckin' down cold coors
Still watchin' flicks, with my pumped up kicks
But I've been laid a couple times if we're talkin' bout dicks
I'm runnin' low in the sun an
I'm funnin' guns and I'm bummin'
I'm Hummin' shunnin' shannon's
lost but I'm bunnin' the oven.
I have changed a bit in stature and the word
I'm about a foot taller and God is for the birds.
I used to be Christian, but I fed that to the Lions.
God made me hate myself, but now I'm fuckin' tryin'
fool me once shame on you fool me twice shame on you
I respect the bible, but church and I are through.
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2. |
Loud Pipes
03:43
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Loud Pipes
I'll make your ears glisten
lustin' after mad beats give me a listen
I need the attention, don't give me detention
I'll take the punishment I had honest intentions
insomniac fat kid acting tic tac toe
you can catch me at the skinny improv 10 o'clock show.
I'm on the fast track to fame, the Tom Hanks expedite
Fuck sleepless in Seattle man I'm sleepless every night.
I'm always bustin' my ass instead of bustin' caps
I'm at the bottom of the barrel, I'm beggin' for scraps
it seems like everything I'm a part of is a competition
how is it possible, already decomposition
I haven't even lived yet I still feel like I'm a kid
on the underpants of life I'm not even a skid
school in the day time I'm workin' at night
tryna get one of these short films or screenplays to bite
Film for film
joke for joke
write all night
broke so broke
work for work
choke and choke
drive to thrive
stroke for stroke
Since I was a kid I was always makin' movies
watchin' caddyshack with my dad the first time I saw boobies
This rappin' shit's a hobby man I gotta stay busy
bringing out the dead man like martin scorsese
the only thing I've got to my name is my dslr
my bed my headset my computer my car
but that's all I need 'cuz I got my brain wrap
like admiral ackbar I'm not fallin' for no trap
People always askin' me why i'm makin' music
I got shit to say dude and talent so I use it
So what if I'm makin' it at 4am in the mornin'
I'm mourning the loss of my sleep I weep and I keep goin'
I my hair long, but shitty things keep comin'
so I pop in my hear buds crank it I'm hummin'
all I want in life is to have a little fun
make a movie and an album I can say that I have won
keep truckin' till you make if you don't then it'll beat ya
but when I win that oscar I'll relax and order pizza
A few things I like, I should get off my chest
I like flannel and anime, cowboy bebop's the best
I wear shorts year round and flip flops too
if I had to wear pants I wouldn't know what to do
The bad news is is that I'm broke as shit
just give me a budget I'll show you what I can do with it
HOOK
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3. |
Hey, What's Up
03:22
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I'm your final fantasy
A film nerd prodigy.
Oh, you're not impressed?
Dude you outta be.
Ginger to the ale,
Lynn to the Hale
Video to audio
bro I do it well.
Arden Ultimecia, but I really beat her.
Warm film grain, 35 millimeter.
But you know I'm busy man, and I gotta split.
yeah my flow is busy man, shut up and deal with it.
Back to back MEPS, that's four in a row.
I'm fucking love pizza, keep it on the down low.
JPMorgan, I'm running from the Chase.
Test taste, the base race, I shove it in my face.
Logitech, the tech deck, a mech wreck, wasted.
Star trek, a beck check, what the heck? Wasted.
Try to bag it up, but interpol checks it.
Try to slag it up, but it's not cool, Nexus.
Hey
what's up?
How's it going?
Me?
I'm good,
thank you for asking!
I'm doing so good, I haven't even tried.
Laundry schizophrenic, Dr. Jeckyl Mr. Tide
Whitest whites, man that's racist.
For colored's only? Man, let's change this.
If I ever play a show you better get your hands up
Spittin lyrics like a boss they call me tony stanza
Almost payday I'm only eating rice
Literary cyborg, poetic device.
When I was a little kid jealous of my father's beard
but now I'm wookie faced, jealous of the sheared.
Inside job 9-11, Bush did it for the show.
Watch Loose Change, they need to know.
It's nice to meet you, this has been fun.
I'm glad you've chosen me, like Jet Li's the One
Blowin' up like a sex doll, call me the bomb
listen to my music at brainwrap.bandcamp.com
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4. |
Started from the Middle
04:30
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I hold the wheel and drive. I'm skippin' on the wine.
I'll take a ginger ale to go because I'm off the line.
Straight as an arrow, Edge like a cliff.
I'm finding peace in clarity while you're tokin' a spliff.
Nothin' wrong with that, do what you do man.
Fuck it, bomb it, light the streets up with a spray can.
Pumped like kicks, foster like the people.
Creepy like a pasta, stingin' like a weevil.
I'm finding poetry in simplicity now listen.
I'm packing passion into my personality piston.
Bend like Bender Rock like Fender
Fuck like Freddie Suck like Hinder
You've driven me before, you've chilled me to the core
north vs south american civil war
My candy's rare, like cinnebar island
Pick me up by the scruff, I'm ruff like a diamond
Started from the cul de sac.
Middle Class.
End at the beginning.
Fuckin Crass
Photoshopped people, faker than boobs.
Makin' the rubes, made in test tubes.
I'm realer than the pain that you get when you're chewin' glass.
I want you on your knees like you're attending catholic mass.
Sexism's funny, if you're goin' for shocks.
Monroe money, if you're shoppin' for shocks.
Bottled water bits like a Stand-up Comic.
More friends than players in the London Philharmonic.
The one behind the wheel, psychiatric feel.
Honey shrink the kids, shit just got real.
Bonesaw's ready, Randy Savage.
Piss in the coffee, right of passage.
Post cub-scout, Post nintendo.
Post puberty, innuendo.
Isold out, iPhone 5
Rollin' shotgun I'm along for the ride.
28 days later, monkeys go to heaven.
Primate bloodbath, lucky number sleven.
A little overweight but I'm overconfident.
I'm over making fun it. It's high time you took a hint.
Always into lit, I never touched a clit.
To into movies, I cried over it.
The other kids would laugh when told a funny joke.
My mom stressed me out because she said we were broke.
My dad worked the night shift, which put me off course.
He'd sit around the house, or scream til he was horse.
He's more fun now that he quit his shitty job,
finally got his degree and spends more time with mom.
Classsifieing myself, I'd say that I'm an other.
The only white crayon in a box full of colors.
Started at the middle now i'm here.
Tarantino 4th dimension
now the whole thing fucking weird.
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5. |
Safely Danze
03:13
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Click it or Ticket.
I'm going to jail.
If I get in a wreck.
I bet I won't make bail.
5 star phonebook.
Yellow pages.
Who's livin' at t-park?
Ellen Page is!
Simply Limeade.
I'm simply the best.
Professor Oaks Aid
I'll capture the rest
Don Jon my Horse Head
I'm kickin' down doors.
Dead in one hit.
The overkill pours.
Runnin' and I'm runnin'
Never catchin' my breath
Norm McDonald on my ass
Always thinkin' 'bout death
Run the jewels like Mike
but I'm fatty like I'm Killuh
No joke man, I'd be dead if I was Iller.
Childlike in nature, but I'm becoming adult
Jamestown the track like I'm runnin' a cult.
Skip the kool-aid, I don't need no help
5 star service check a review on yelp!
I've got the game beet like my name's Dwight Schrute
With the gun in my mouth I'm wishin' it would just shoot.
But it won't, 'cuz I've got a life to live.
Livin' larger than my waistband is.
Which is pretty fuckin' big. I should probably cut back.
But with that attitude, hang my mic on the rack.
White knuckle fist clenchin'
Knife slicin' is tension
I may not be single but i'm way more individual
critical like the hits of gyrados let's ridicule
This fool keeps makin' references to video games.
Listen to this track man that's where from it came
You're using words wrong and they're not even working
Swag means booty and booty means twerking
I like the way it looks, man, not gonna lie.
Miley keep it comin', robin thicke just die.
I'm all aces out, got a skip in my step
I'm poppin' champagne, but I ain't win yet.
I'm on the way though, canon on my hip.
Packin' my bags, cross country trip.
No problem livin' broke
wrap ya tire 'round the spokes
Said goodbye to my folks
Crop circles no hoax
blokes step poke rep
Jump kick the Kick step
Don't shart my pic's cart
Good start my dick's hard
fire in the place, I'm blockin' the exits
Smoke a fatty with Jesus when he starts to exist
In the bible belt, it's all geographic.
one in a million ya see me holographic.
Nothing ventured nothing gained,
Doing nothing is easy.
Suckin' on a silver spoon
Talk about sleezy.
Start from the bottom, Drizzy knows the story.
I don't know him, but he'd probably adore me.
In ya ear like wig,
But please, don't shout
Pull a Curt Smith
let it all out!
Society comes first,
Don't act like you know
Verse out your thoughts
Ceremony, no.
A little nameless now.
But it ain't no trap.
The refleck in the mirror?
It's ya boy Brain Wrap
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6. |
Kraven's Last Hunt
00:58
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