yo yo Burn Burn give us some of that ill shit mang Ahh man I'm not in the mood right now dawg come on Big Burn give us some of that ill shit man alright I'll give you some, but trust me your probably gonna regret asking me to do that I’m psychotically punishing primordial parasites and sodomizing sardonic sluts at the speed-of-light Big Burn be belittling and burying ballistic bisexual bitches while waving my wand and whimsically whipping weary wounded wenches I’m malevolently murdering while being majestically magnificent reaping rancorous repugnance by relishing my refusal to repent my heterosexual hedonic hallucinations are hurting homophile hope and cunts are clairvoyantly cognitive of my condom-breaking chode now that was just a little preview of the type of ill shit that's coming your way hope y'all are ready for this invidious album when you pop it in your CD player and press play/cause Big Burn is back bitches and is motherfucking here to stay

Verse 1 (Big Burn) I got the cake Surreal's got the weed better pump the brakes fore we crash in a tree one hand on the wheel lips on the Cuervo sarcophagus the puss like Kanye the pharaoh barrel roll into a ditch eluding the cops is a cinch how do u know when you've hit your party apex till there isn't any god damn brain cells left sex yes don't mind if I do imbecilic twats don't really have a clue what this fucking Big Burn cock came here to do bitch act your age and not your shoe size cries it's all I ever hear rest assured baby you got nothing to fear welcome to Big Burn's invidious premiere keeping my hoes on a string like a puppeteer Chorus2x It's Big Burn & Dirty S in the flesh drugs, filthy raps, & unprotected sex social rejects that got your parents vexed wanna get fucked up? Follow these simple steps Verse 2 (Surreal The MC) payday at last got money to burn get ready get rowdy got plenty of sherm it’s the D S baby dirty s in the house lights to bright so I'm turning em out mics to quiet so I'm turning it loud check 1,2,3 like I'm learning to count big burns party you know they don’t stop they don’t even start till they calling the cops all ya’ll rock to the left shake shakey burn one baby and your face gets bakey make me a drink I’ll tip your Jar Jar Binks who threw up in the sink? well it don’t even stink don’t even blink or you’ll miss this shotty toast to the host with the most Bacardi party real hard and rhyme real basic that’s the way I cut might call me Lasik Chorus2x Verse 3 Big Burn ambiguous abstract we spit ink blots precise on the mic like atomic clocks thought for food & food for thought rhymes sicker than dried masturbation socks Surreal The MC I'm so cold that I'm really hot I'm so drunk that I'm really not Really rock like a pebble in a fish pond this bomb drop on your head like a bitch mom Big Burn Verisimilitudinous we paul pierce you're a psuedo nuisance unscrupulous verbal contusions polysyllabic linguistic locutions Surreal The MC Beer so cold like a penguin taking nyquill might chill my pills stand my time still I'm ill surreal dirty s the dime kill colder than a boulder in the freezer keep the line's chilled Chorus 2x

Intro (Intro) Stop crying, you sniveling ass! Stop your nonsense. You're just the afterbirth, Eli. No... Just slithered out on your mother's filth. No. They should have put you in a glass jar on the mantelpiece. Where were you when Paul was suckling at his mother's teat? Where were you? Chorus Big Burn and Boss Turt tearing up the club g's like Day Lewis in there will be blood breaking hearts and pounding puss with no rubs come on T-Wizzy show em how it's done pass me the milkshake I wanna take a sip get baked shit faced and make these pussies rip take your panties off no time for small talk got your milkshake bitch drinking every last drop Verse 1 Boss Turt Smooth shaved face and some freshly powdered balls Snorting crest toothpaste and sipping Pine-Sol Throw on Eastbound and Down while I rub one out Call Burn hit the town show these hoes what its bout Big Burn Boss Turt and I just chilling at my casa Two brothers like Scar and Mufasa Pregame with blow and Bacardi diets Gon stir up anarchical street riots Boss Turt Popping acid while I'm flaccid getting necked while erect My dick is massive you can die from this sex Gotta bush like the Congo call me silverback Pick the hairs out ya teeth fo you finish off my crack Big Burn Hey chicky chicky licky lick lick lick Put your knees on the ground when sucking dat dick 8 ejaculates transmogrify ya face Another victim of soul mate date rape Boss Turt Low on dro and high on addy I'll share my blow if you call me daddy A creative man I always get my nut If she's on the rag I'll throw it in her butt Big Burn Feeling nostalgic throwing UV on ice Gotta god complex these sluts call us Christ Gon fuck ya harder than when Clive pounded Dren Welcome to Burn and Turt's fucking house of sin Chorus Verse 2 Big Burn Waltzing through the club with a little bubbly Baby blues transfixed on some honeys Heat's 200 grand tab that ain't shit Got dollars that will shatter your marital bliss Boss Turt You take the left and I'll take the right Your chicks got a cleft chin mine an overbite A few whisky sours cause they kinda husky On to the shower to do our best Sandusky Big Burn Kick back on this track and throw verbal volleys Lets bridge class gaps and curb melancholy You best not vex this sex Svengali Not waiting 12 years like When Harry Met Sally (I'll have what she's having) Boss Turt Why chicks get it twisted I'll never know Sit back get fisted and swallow this load Don't beg me to stop it will do you no luck The louder you cry the harder I fuck Big Burn Splat on ya face like a Pollock painting I treat women like LaMotta in Raging Bull pull the wool over your eyes A depraved demonic dickhead in disguise Boss Turt How does it sound sluts? Are you convinced? Face down ass up gagon on these dicks Don't be shy ahh your acting hard to get No escape from this rape now give Turt a kiss Chorus Bridge I drink drink drink your your milkshake. I DRINK IT UP I drink drink drink your your milkshake. I DRINK IT UP Verse 3 Big Burn Brought four Bi- Dykes at the end of the night To our mansion designed by Frank Lloyd Wright Blow my shaft like Draper puffs Lucky Strikes Hope dinner didn't spoil your appetite Boss Turt I'm sweet on these bitches I must be honest Skeet till it itches don't be modest You girls got talent I think you're going places Showing my appreciation by painting both ya faces Big Burn I want it like I like it and I like it like I want it I'm a sexual pirate your vag I'll Third Reich it That urge don't fight it that dick don't bite it Passion's ignited when twats are misguided Boss Turt Don't be selfish cunt this dildo's for me Don't stop shoving till you hear that queef A few more inches till ya hit prostate In love with these hoes and its only the first date Big Burn Prima donna vagina dentatas Eating my cock don't want any drama My anaconda can't handle this trauma Fuck the Jane Fonda Nevermind like Nirvana Boss Turt Rim job salad toss Rick Ross the fucking boss Elaborate plans of Turt nut sabotage Let me be clear no one leaves till I nut Bout to film my favorite porno flick uncut Chorus Outro If you have a milkshake, and I have a milkshake, and I have a straw. There it is, that's a straw, you see? My straw reaches acroooooooss the room, and starts to drink your milkshake... I... drink... your... milkshake!

(Chorus) Hip hop's dead I'm here to bring back spitting raps filling the void till I collapse lyrically abstract poetic wax the verbal acrobat iconoclast (Verse 1) hip hop's dead I'm here to bring it back platinum plaques built on ringtone raps no sympathy for the lyrically handicapped banal bars about bitches and fat stacks love language more than sluts love silicone linguist with a penchant for palindromes no waste grab a bar get saw on or no cab no tuna nut on bacon Carly Rae Jepsen call me maybe it doesn't stop there you're having my babies genetically implant you with my phallus at least then your kids would have some talent Flo Rida faggot blow my whistle using corny euphemisms in your singles I'd rather listen to Mr. Feeny fuck Topanga till she can't stop screaming Chorus 2x Verse 2 my words hit harder than my dad's sawed off your softer than Yoda's flaccid cock tick to the motherfucking tock I'm 27 now time to make it to the top making good on that P-Diddle promise drinking blunts smoking 40s where it all started fuck all you dubious douches risk averse pusillanimous vaginal mucus nervous with tension boiling to the surface may my jocularity heal the mirthless God give me inspiration for these verses help navigate me through this fucking circus wise cracking vag slapping all purpose jokester slaughter these raps call me Dexter Moser quotable rhymes yielding sonic boners like Boss Turt says put em on a poster Chorus 2x Verse 3 Let's take a look back at my Genesis had a tabula rasa like other kids but I filled my canvas with dark elements Jesus Christ I miss my innocence oh well give me some Delirium Noel drown my sorrows while I spin on this carousel of life depressed cause I'm wise with petabytes of knowledge behind these eyes slob on my knob like corn on the cob don't stop till you asphyxiate on my cock you got two eyes I only got one shot leaving ya face whiter than my IPod sick and tired of these ABC rappers neophytes best bow down to the master fuck checkers D'Angelo said it best the king stay the king in this game of chess Chorus 2x

Verse 1 Opposite of soft we ain't cut from the same cloth Love myself some Mein Kampf grab the sawed off Blow this twat's head off get your ass salad tossed Please tip your hats off to king of these raw dogs Fucking driving drunk dead sluts in my trunk Smelling worse than a skunk please stop faking the funk Don't wanna fuck with the king of crunk Less you want your motherfucking cranium crushed My parents were vexed I was born with an Oedipus complex Killed my Dad off for some great sex A murder suspect and parental defect Another one of society's fucking rejects Cold and calculated smoke a blunt and I'm faded Wipe with bible pages leave it fucking desecrated Got my house barricaded to stop zealots raiding With their motherfucking bull shit hating Impeccable cadence don't fuck with the greatest Maniacal sadist and prison escapist Leave women degraded MC's overrated With claims that are unsubstantiated Chorus2x Looks like I found my niche It's called not making sense fucking bitches and getting rich word to my man Atticus Finch dicks measured by the inch throw these twats in da fucking ditch Verse 2 Big Burn's playing dem bangers balling like Danny Granger Full of misplaced anger aimed at random strangers LeBron James is a fucking traitor Get splooged on by the dictator masturbator I've got a fucking axe to grind stuck here confined In the dark recesses of my mind One small step for man one giant leap for mankind Now I come to find this slut's vag smells like some pork rinds I'm sotally tober a Rock Bird owner Rolling in my range rover with my brain out of order I'm talking like a stoner buy your bitch a makeover Guess I'm just a loner with a unquenchable boner Twisted and deranged this Dame's screaming my name Getting fucked in a gang bang This bitch is fucking with my brain Not taking my load as I came She should of brought her fucking A game Chorus 2x Verse 3 World renowned and coming to your town With that unfuckwithable sound Piercing and profound My flow's got you drowned go ahead and pass the crown A wise man once said a pound is a pound I'm a basket case for heaven's sake Don't sit and play it safe suck me off and get shit faced Tell me how my dick tastes you're an utter disgrace I'd rather turn gay and fuck Robert Chase Is my act wearing thin? Triple shots of gin making these slut's heads spin They say fucking's a sin to bad my prospects look grim Head to the loony bin and let the kinky sex begin Always extreme hotter than willie beam The cause of your wet dream, I reign supreme In this local rap scene, Burn still smoking green And only fucking bitches that are under sixteen Chorus 2x Verse 4 Ending this song with a verse I've been fucked since birth Blessed with a curse Go out and get what your worth Now please grab a nurse These VD's are making my dick hurt Ending this song with a verse I've been fucked since birth Blessed with a curse Go out and get what your worth Now please grab a nurse These VD's are making my dick hurt

Verse 1 rolling in the bar with a pound of chronic I got the bartender pouring gin and tonics just give me a show and I'll fucking rock it this bitch needs to get strait hooked on phonics girls always wasting my time by talking baby I'm gonna be strait up honest last thing I want is this to be platonic that booty pop looked a little half hearted guess you could say ima little hedonic come on let's get this party started cause I'm bout to get fucking retarded I hope these underage bitties don’t get carded nobody does this better than us I'm the object of your girlfriends crush come on baby don’t sit there and blush It's time to take this to the party bus Chorus 2x here's that club banga you can shake your ass too that Big Burn sound is coming right at you come reserve a seat for my worldwide debut the game's in a funk and I'm here for the rescue Verse 2 strolling in the club all I see is mean mugs illegal drugs and wannabe thugs I'm sick of whatsupbros trying to act tough when they softer than a motherfucking Jigglypuff man this shit starting to kinda suck I got the ugly friend all on my nuts I know you wanna know what It's like when I thrust I'm probably the last guy here you could trust I'm so drunk I should prolly keep a tally I once met a man that said you had to rally oops I spilled your drink and I ain't sorry go out and pop some X in my Denali I'm sitting on about 18 priors probably the last thing kids should admire bitch quit saying I'm hotter than fire there's no use in preaching to the choir Chorus 2x Verse 3 stumble to the door to hop in my ride I'm so shit faced I probably shouldn’t drive like I give a damn about anybody's else life they certainly never gave a fuck about mine got pulled over by some dirty ass swine that’s a joke if you think I can walk a straight line I'm bout to blow up bigger than a land mine Big Burn's the mother fucking shit bottom line I'm the closest thing you can find to divine not listening to me should be a crime rap is my full time job and I'll never resign lyrically shitting on MCs till I die I'm the next big thing at radio stations got you mesmerized with my vibrations always in the lab never take a vacation building the big burn corporation Chorus 2x

Intro - Look at this. This is an aspen. You can tell this is an aspen tree because of the way it is. Chorus 2x Chiefing on the bowl and cheesing on the mic that’s what we do when we hit the pipe yea baby our crew be flying kites come on and take a ride with us tonight Verse 1 (Big Burn) chilling at my house with Beals and Jake p I sit and watch while they pour me some greens this stupid random slut asks me for a piece shut the fuck up fore u get slapped out ya seat this bitch can't get enough of me watch me blow my load on her pretty face while I'm puffing 5 star tree I'm the bees knees when it comes to smoking weed so high I can't even fucking think strait seeing images of elephants masturbate see chronic takes my mind to a strange place and they try and tell me it’s not fun to get blunt faced so pass me a joint and load up that bong kids smoke themselves retarded when they hear my songs fucking your girlfriend in a pink bright thong her pussy my dick that’s where she belongs Chorus 2x Verse 2 (Beals) heading downtown gonna meet some guy not quite sure what I'm gonna buy he might have some shit that's laced with oregano I don’t care as long as it's dro I'm about to crush this pop can put some holes in it shit yea I'm a real man no sense spending money on a bong I don't get paid unless I sell my schlong light that match burn that swag on the aluminum flavor lasts as long as bazooka gum this weed tastes like it came out of a dirty lake and it's giving me a nasty headache suns too bright everything sounds amplified I can hardly move and I feel paralyzed my heart rates' faster than I can cum this day's just begun Chorus 2x Verse 3 (Big Burn) Devils lettuce has my brain elevated rufescent eyes that be dilated puff on that motherfucking magic dragon burn only smokes ak-47 elitist cannabis consumption take a real hit grow some gumption my album's so dope I sell it by the gram posting pics of my dick on Instagram fans damn I need some of those blood, sweat, & tears to get on the radio sleepless nights show after show some ugly beauty shit strait no doze like Lenny Pepperbottom I respect nature smoking mad trees acre after acre mary jane my crutch my savior blazing blunts till I meet my maker Chorus 2x Outro - Wow, What a beaut.

Chorus 2x Big Burn be burning dem trees and blazing dat weed smoking with me is next to heavenly want to be higher than a red wood tree? ditch them seeds and smoke with me Verse 1 pass me the pipe and torch me a light flying kites is what we doing tonight no need to feel contrite when your brain takes flight smoking pot should be one of our rights cut the tension lets go to the kitchen forgot to mention the brownies I'm fixing THC invades your system roll another blunt with slick precision life has got me fucking stressing always putting off matters that are pressing guess God just likes to keep me guessing maybe I should just sit and count my blessings whatever the fuck come get messed up rip that fucking blunt like you mean it son smoke till u succumb to being numb cause that’s when you know you're having some fun Chorus 2x Verse 2 drunk on a fifth and high off a spliff the fuzz are nothing but dicks and hicks need a munchy fix had to take a risk left real quick to grab some cinny twists made it back home with no one to bone it's 4 in the morn and I'm all alone just me and my bong named King Kong watching half baked more stoned than Cheech and Chong proceed to pass out on the couch wake up hung over as hell no doubt work a dead end job till 5 when I clock out repeat the cycle when I get to the house call my friends to get fucked up again but we need more ends so we drug dealing now we splitting the profits like Berlin how can something this fucking fun be a sin? Chorus 2x Verse 3 escapism and blood shot vision I got slurred diction and lung infliction impaired cognition and no ambition all by-products of this weed addiction well I just say who gives a motherfuck yo? man's best ideas come from smoking dat dro way to creative for y'all to ignore and I'm still out there rocking shows raise your lighters set that green on fire let's get higher than bubbles from the wire never lose desire for smoking or retire you’ll end up disheartened if u aspire Big Burn known for fucking up rotation mounting frustration and desperation no obligations and a fixation in isolation caving to temptations Chorus 2x

Verse 1 (Big Burn) I've been on the grind for quite some time now and I hope the fans in the Big Burn crowd realize that sometimes all you really need is bird chilling in your house God gave me the kinda hunger that will put doubters in a slumber now on my path I may have stumbled but I know now to always be humble never was I the Qback in them huttles but a new Murn emerges from the ashes and ruble leaving lyricists nothing but befuddled and my bitches always wrapped in a tussle always extreme and not so subtle Burn will always be on that hustle and you assholes can't touch this like the rings owned by Bill fucking Russell Chorus 2x shit can't get worse kill us all dead here comes a tale about the boys from the big red stuck in this hearse fucked in the head try telling us we haven't earned this street cred Verse 2 (Boss Turt) pimps be busting Wurtele be nutting this game ain't nothing but dollar signs and stuffing where I come from these hoes be cheap 5 dollar bill and a cup full of skeet out on the corner dick in my hand I'd sell my own ass just to make a grand don't complain slut it's nothing but ease nuts in your mouth taste that under cheese two dicks in the ass that's all it takes daycare for a month that's how mommies pay you must know by now you speak when spoken too step out of line your face turn black and blue there ain't no pleasure in smacking these hoes pimping ain't easy shit you already know who am I kidding? It ain't that difficult do I feel bad? fuck these hoes are expendable Chorus 2x Verse 3 (Big Burn) ohh look at Burn, he's so fucking tasteless always rhyming with misogynistic statements spewing forth vexatious debasements testing your insular impatience so be angry, but no indignation see it's called abstract imagination so fuck u, I'm a perspicacious faithless cynical moral agent just face it, you're stuck to the basics fucking bible thumping xenophobic papists using holy pages to base ya faith in It's allegorical ya ignoramus fear based identity formation leads to a spiral of spiritual enslavement laced with misguided hatred forever unilluminated Chorus 2x

(Intro - Big Burn) Yo Surreal I’ve just been feeling down in the dumps man,nah I just got to get this thing off my chest dawg, dude I just got to tell you this dude (Surreal the MC) Are you gonna eat that last piece of pizza? That last piece? Chorus 1x Raps deeper than prose from James Joyce making both your mom and girlfriend moist I’m gonna make it so you don’t have a choice To listen to the dulcet tones of my voice Verse 1 (Big Burn) me and Surreal strait blazing up the track I hate my life and it hates me back I lay in the sack asking God why I rap life poured in these tracks and their thrown in the trash I can feel the man’s dick sliding up my ass and I'm gonna bet that he don’t cum fast unrealized dreams and hardly any cash is my very very very very sad path come on burn don’t be so morose lift your glass let's have a fucking toast least you’ve been stabbed in the heart twice and drugs have ruined your brother’s life sucks dick when its bout the people you know and not the skills you have on the microphone God doesn’t bother throwing me a bone Big Burn destined to be unhappy and alone Chorus 2x Verse 2 (Surreal The MC) Surreal shows up keeps the party funner Big Burn getting older the ladies younger jungle juice in the kitchen bring your own glass liquor store nearby bring your own flask your own risk keg's on the bed can't call the cops they all dead! call jimmy johns driver he’s freaky fast he’s bringing food? Bitch, rob his ass where we at? “I don’t care”/pass to the left “I don’t share” take everybody’s keys “so they can’t drive?” we’ll steal their cars yo fuck their lives get rowdy no doubt no stress no worries nobody left sober chance of smog chance of flurries hurry on out Big Burn's been a bummer Surreal shows up keeps the party funner Chorus 2x Verse 3 (Big Burn) existential crisis fuck what life is these petty dikes is what rappers call trifling wrong side of the fork now I'm jackknifing life bent me over and broke my hymen I'm a diamond in the rough better not step or I'll call your bluff your wack raps yea I’ll eat em for lunch with rhymes tighter than the fucking credit crunch I’m to petrified to really take a risk slave to the grind like a little pussy bitch economical sense and money for rent feeling discontent and harboring resentment Cadillac’s and gas money spent just another member of the 99 percent soul more ugly than the face of Harvey dent with zero intent to ever repent Bridge (Surreal The MC) 7x Don’t have a choice Chorus 1x (Outro - Big Burn) Yo Surreal I’m feeling a lot better after that talk we had man (Surreal The MC) What are you crying about?

Verse 1 first off I'd like to introduce myself name’s ****** and I love killing brain cells just pass me a couple blunts and a brown bottle and we'll get this party started full fucking throttle always had a knack for making people laugh to bad I won't make any money off that cause I'm the polar opposite of living phat I can barely afford to wipe my ass drowning in bullshit I need to catch my breath life’s a bitch and I’m gonna fuck her to death I got a serious peter pan complex and the last thing I practice is safe sex living a sheltered life I’ve never been overseas no confidence and full of insecurities family always giving me the third degree cause I graduated and I don’t know what to be Chorus 2x Who the fuck is big burn? what's he about? he’s so superficial when he opens his mouth well on this track ima spill the beans and rice and give you an inside look at my life Verse 2 hey what's up chicky chicky chick chick bet the last thing your gonna do is suck this dick see I’ve never had any fucking luck with the ladies and these failed relationships are driving me crazy now you know my heart has been shattered more than once courteous of a couple dirty noxious cunts throw a backstabbing ex best friend in the mix and ya got some sincere Shakespearean shit It's always in the back of my fucking mind now my world's filtered through these jaded eyes a truly forlorn individual but at least I look like Malcolm McDowell trust me as far as this song fucking goes I'm not trying to elicit any pathos I just needed some lyrical catharsis after this I’m back on being the hardest Chorus 2x Verse 3 sucking dick at life is what I fucking do best and laying steaming hot carls on my own chest self deprecating humor is the only way I get by now just listen and you’ll find out why everyday a little bit I'm dying inside entrenched in this bullshit nine to five I'll forever be resigned to the grind just sitting and watching the parade go by potential is a terrible thing to waste a by-product of always playing it safe like wanting to prove to daddy that I'm not a fool but I got degree at a bullshit school and why should you give a fuck about my plight? another piece of shit in the bowels of life and since we just rot in the ground when we die consider this song my fucking goodbye Chorus 2x

(Intro) quidfacieaverabaminimusturcudsapientcontegoademptiopidge Chorus 2x my heart's locked in a box I keep the key hidden fuck my last relationship I hate all women done with the past ready for a new beginning with a life that’s full of sinning Verse 1 Got a penchant for bitches, sluts, and hoes Here's another dick for your chick to fucking blow Got wood harder than Pinocchio's nose Rhymes phater than humongous elephant chode Baby welcome to my humble abode Go and hop on my cock like it's a stripper pole Bitch your gonna pay for that bird you stole Sit back and take this Peter North sized load Am I a misogynist? let's take a poll Let's ask Jade, Kate, and Nicole You're the most perverted fuck I know Bitch shut up swallow this baloney pony whole Living a life full of vice and no goals Well known for a lack of self control My last threesome included Bob Dole Your pussy smells like an old moldy egg roll Chorus 2x Verse 2 A catholic prude or slut? I'll take the latter Fat, skinny, old, young it doesn't matter Either way your face is gonna get splattered Word to my man Surreal aka the Mad Hatter I'll never forget how to say the quid Smoking cigs and shopping at Bravadas wigs Our crew likes to do it pretty fucking big Some people call me a chauvinistic pig It's about time I made my first porno flick Sit and watch this STD ridden bitch Go up and down on my fucking wet dick Like it's a fisher price pogo stick This slut's a trip I'm slicker than rick Start puffing this joystick lickety-split Always sodomizing twats against their will Got em squirting more than the BP oil spill Chorus 2x Verse 3 Ivo taught me how to muff my bitches Fucking you so hard you're gonna need stitches I keep my cock ring perfectly fitted I feel zero guilt for the acts I've committed The spasmatic idiosyncratic rap addict Born from another planet here to wreak lyrical havoc It's Big Burn emerging from the static Targeting a certain type of demographic The crowd that loves the crude and the crass And will fuck anything for the right amount of cash And bitch you better not give me any sass Less you want this monster cock shoved in your ass Burn why do you rap about women with no respect? There seems to be a mental disconnect In real life you're a nice bloak Probably cause my heart's been shat on so hard its broke Chorus 2x

Chorus 2x fuck those motherfucking asses with your cock like it’s a habit spray those fat hoes till they ravaged we leave sluts nothing but damaged Verse 1 - Big Burn fucking dirty deeds done dirt cheap our crew wrote the book on sodomy I wish I could keep hoes these off me all I came to do was plant my seed like when Adam blew it on eve or when a redneck fucks his sheep now I charge these whores a hefty fee and thanks to Big Burn they got Hep C cause when I splooge they feel the heat Sarah will you take one for the team? what's those splattered white spots on your feat these nasty sluts aren’t leaving me pleased been banging ass since ninety three when your mom's nips were stuck in your teeth Big Burn is everything but discrete bitch swallow what I fucking have to excrete Chorus 2x Verse 2 - Big Burn big trunk like a Chevrolet sexy hoe won’t you come my way tell me girl you need a place to stay? a little Alizé and a G to lay some LSD and it escalates vanilla ice cream all on your face next thing you know it penetrates but not through those crusty pink lipped gates some call it fun some call it cake some like to call it anal rape not to long till you see the tape of me and you and your backdoor space on a website called my first gape sickest image I could create we some gangsters we don’t play we fuck hoes in a melee Chorus2x Verse 3 - Boss Turt one in the pink two in the stink Turt got ways to make twats freak turn around bitch face down diaper on the ground you earned it now sip this cup you feel numb your body goes limp this deal is done you start to cry I tear your butt my dick goes in bitch that’s my nut Chorus2x

Chorus 2x Big Burn's back and belittling bitches keep the women in the kitchen doing the dishes I'm so vicious come on be capricious sip from that dick ohh it's so delicious Verse 1 I'm your favorite rapper's favorite rapper give me your girl yea I'll fucking tap her while taking a fat deuce on the crapper cum pump so strong it's in the rafters slap her bruising sluts is what I'm after filled with fake smiles and obnoxious laughter treating women like shit I got my masters jizz on her face till it turns to plaster cunning little cunts ain't got no manners batshit crazy man they mad as a hatter if you can't tell this is sore subject matter women a greater mystery than dark matter battered my heart's been broken and shattered been throughhell and back it and it doesn't matter my emotional pockets aren't getting fatter got screwed like Walt with Gray Matter Chorus 2x Verse 2 here with the second verse hand up your skirt watching you squirt like a fire hydrant spurts sadomasochism yea you love it when it hurts in a kinky threesome with Ernie and Bert humungous chodes and really fat loads I got your nose in the pillow with your toes curled I'm the king of your fucking world hey girl let your beef curtains unfurl eww that's fucking gross who calls it that? fish lips, cum dumpster, and muddy flaps serpent socket, flesh cavern, and poody tat that dirty vertical bacon sandwich now your turned on yea you in the mood? only a couple more bars till I get sued I'm that dude who's rude, lewd, crass, and crude the chicks from the view I'll be fucking you Chorus 2x Verse 3 offended or not your gon suck my lochness monster I'm the best on the roster other cock's overrated like foster the people got a dick that runs on diesel Double X chromosome people equal evil, deceitful, emotional upheaval gonoherpesyphilus succubus sluts will die from the kiss of my fist hey hey what'd you say about 3rd wave feminism sorry I have skepticism attention all women stay in the kitchen save your allowance for hair extensions and give you a little style make it worthwhile boning doggy style while you uncomfortably smile ok kids the last lesson of the day pulchritudinous pussy will make you pay Chorus 2x

(Intro) Darkwing Duck! When there's trouble call DW. Darkwing Duck! Let's get dangerous Chorus 2x more dangerous than Darkwing Duck a perverted fuck I love two girls one cup you’re the star of my smut sucking my dicks gonna suck when I bust this nut Verse 1 I'm a rap visionary with a dick that’s kinda scary gonna bust the virgin Mary's cherry never gonna get married leave your whole god damn crew buried ima yes man like Jim Carrey an MC born for killing sprees you can hear the cries of a banshee better watch out Marie your parents found dead in debris and u know death comes in threes what the fuck else is new? other rappers have bad attitudes spitting nothing but platitudes better show Big Burn gratitude or else ill smash you harder than Ndamukong Suh heard some wack rumors yo like I'm not suitable for the radio shut the fuck up and enjoy the show get on your knees and give me some felatio Chorus 2x Verse 2 busting the door off the fucking hinge the kinda rapper that'll make your parents cringe tripping on a Walter White blue meth binge scarier than a character from a Lynch movie fucking 10 hot sluts in my Jacuzzi even your mom can’t wait to screw me now sit and wait while I grab the Uzi man that sure is a groovy mutation Big Burn still not in radio stations still stuck as an underground sensation concentration on this rap vocation is my only hope for my destination don’t bother sending mean mugs my way I'm a pugnacious prick and won't hesitate throwing these monkey fists strait to ya face that'll leave your puny fucking brain displaced Chorus 2x Verse 3 I think fans don’t know how to react when I verbally sodomize all these tracks so just sit back and recognize facts Big Burn's the best when it comes to slaughtering raps cash I need a little more of that packing a bigger shaft than fucking Shaq this slut's taking my load on her back God sometimes I think its miraculous that I can still trust when there's so many worthless fucks that'll throw you under the bus and stab you in the back through the gut whatever's up must come down fuck this town turn that frown upside down because now I'm Hollywood bound introducing the whole world to that Big Burn sound Chorus 2x Outro -Darkwing Duck!

Verse 1 - Big Burn Pillaging and raping bitches from the club is all Burn has ever fucking known so cunt let me buy you a sex on the beach and let me take you home now we at my crib and right before you climax and let out that nasty nasty groan I whip out the axe like Pat Bateman and slice through your motherfucking cranial bone thank God for the set of spare whores in my musky basement with Stockholm syndrome cause Burn likes to have his pasty phallus sucked on his lustrous throne knick knack paddy whack give a slut a bone and give em aids like Magic Johnson I hope these dikes enjoy my cesspool cause they stuck in the Big Burn rape zone Chorus These bitches are like lost rats in a maze left in the dark without sunrays for days got work to do and no time for delays now all my friends just say it’s a phase these sluts are like cows after they graze bout to get chopped up much to your malaise If you don’t got the point let me rephrase Big Burn deserves praise for his killing ways Verse 2 - Boss Turt got my first taste at one day old when I crept out my mother’s snatch/what the doctors found inside was a dead baby girl my twin she was no match killing these bitches it aint my fault it’s the way that Jesus made me don’t blame my erection it’s a chemical reaction when I see these females throats bleed your pussy I fuck your throat I must cut I turn you inside out when you stumble upon the murder scene its Turt's work there is no doubt you listen and freeze in horror but really I'm just like you I live in the apartment next door but now I’m right behind you Chorus Verse 3 - Big Burn vivacious delicious & vaguely suspicious don’t be pernicious when it comes to my wishes girls a tad vicious but I like em’ malicious only one night and I’m calling ya Mrs. shots lined at the bar shoot em, pound em, get some more take another hit the floor right to the bedroom door sluts leave if they snore honey’s right, not a bore all this not on tour never know what’s in store four, five , six, seven/this ain’t math it’s simply spelling how to party like a super villain learn from the bird and you don’t ask questions Bird is a PIMMMP connects more than SPPRRIINT flyer than a BLIIMMP nuts like an ELEPHANT! Chorus2x

Verse 1 Opposite of soft we ain't cut from the same cloth Love myself some Mein Kampf Grab the sawed off blow this twat's head off get your ass salad tossed please tip your hats off to king of these raw dogs fucking driving drunk/dead sluts in my trunk smelling worse than a skunk please stop faking the funk don’t wanna fuck with the king of crunk less u want your motherfucking cranium crushed my parents were vexed I was born with an Oedipus complex killed my dad off for some great sex a murder suspect and parental defect another one of society’s fucking rejects cold and calculated smoke a blunt and I'm faded wipe with bible pages leave it fucking desecrated got my house barricaded to stop zealots raiding with their mother fucking bull shit hating impeccable cadence don't fuck with the greatest maniacal sadist and prison escapist leave women degraded mc’s overrated with claims that are unsubstantiated Chorus2x Looks like I found my niche It's called not making sense fucking bitches and getting rich word to my man Atticus Finch dicks measured by the inch throw these twats in da fucking ditch Verse 2 Big Burn’s playing dem bangers balling like Danny Granger full of misplaced anger aimed at random strangers Lebron James is a fucking traitor get splooged on by the dictator masturbator I've got a fucking axe to grind stuck here confined in the dark recesses of my mind one small step for man one giant leap for mankind now I come to find this sluts vag smells like some pork rinds I'm sotally tober a rock bird owner rolling in my range rover with my brain out of order I'm talking like a stoner buy your bitch a makeover guess I'm just a loner with a unquenchable boner twisted and deranged this dame’s screaming my name getting fucked in a gang bang this bitch is fucking with my brain not taking my load as I came she should a brought her fucking A game Chorus 2x Verse 3 world renowned and coming to your town with that unfuckwithable sound piercing and profound my flow’s got you drowned go ahead and pass the crown a wise man once said a pound is a pound I'm a basket case for heaven's sake don’t sit and play it safe suck me off and get shit faced tell me how my dick tastes you’re an utter disgrace I'd rather turn gay and fuck Robert Chase is my act wearing thin? triple shots of gin making these slut’s heads spin they say fuckin’s a sin to bad my prospects look grim head to the loony bin and let the kinky sex begin always extreme hotter than willie beam the cause of your wet dream I reign supreme in this local rap scene Burn still smoking green and only fucking bitches that are under sixteen ending this song with a verse I've been fucked since birth Blessed with a curse Go out and get what your worth Now please grab a nurse These vd’s are making my dick hurt Chorus 2x

Chorus 1x I'm worse than the ghost of Christmas past that dirty mean mug could be your last bout to kill these sluts that are full of sass don’t apologize the die is cast Verse 1 (Big Burn) these fags are wild 'n out and I can't stand it and since life never goes like you planned it please don’t mind this pistol that I brandish got your whole family etched in granite man without morals is a filthy savage put sluts in front of me they'll get ravished like the Irish without potatoes I'm famished from killing these hoes think I choose this life? your mistaken degenerate derelict in the making killing to stay alive by 5th grade had no chance to see the pearly gates I'm the worst thing you ever done seen Burn curse haunting your fucking dreams more perverse than Satan's whole regime in a hearse is where these sluts will be Chorus 2x Verse 2 (Boss Turt) pills, weed, coke, speed these are a few of my favorite things I got one motto so listen bitch if you ain't snorting you ain't shit twelve day bender missing both fenders in the backseat Marie and Ginger on our way to Vegas their both gagged tight the pipe in my left hand the knife in my right all this screaming is stressing me out I take a good rip and pass the fuck out oh wake up Turt we're flying off the interstate watch the fucking road cunt I'm trying to hallucinate this is the life for me coke in my nose in my stomach Hennessey officer agree to disagree It's just another dead bitch what don’t you see Chorus 2x Verse 3 (Surreal The MC) roll in the bar summersault like it ain't my fault ain’t my time to pay the tab yo It ain't my call take em all shots to drink we drunk we all “bump” Surreal the MC and I fall on my rump all of my fun…kin life I've been drunk Sid Vicious in a movie yo I act like a punk attack of the nuts planters guy one eye in the x wing blasting prison suit to the fight do the right thing 20 “D” motherfucka two shots of green puckers mixed with cheap vodka that’s incredible hulk? “no its not it's new” that's coke you sniffing? “no its not it's glue” that’s true when we bust it sticks to our nose flows that don’t freeze to cold to get froze listen up up up point your ear to the sky choke hold the moon! Yo I'm feeling the night Chorus 2x

Chorus 2x When I was young the preacher always said watch out for that one he's fucked in the head throw him off a ledge he's better off dead ignore what he says or evil will spread Verse 1 on this day 20 years ago mamma had a baby with so much hope little did she know he would have no soul her heart left in pieces archipelago reality distortion emotionally thwarted resembling signs of Dexter Morgan mom sheds tears with uncontrolled emotion wishing she had a fucking abortion walks little funny with clothes kinda bummy has zero money no chance with the honeys the weird kid that liked to magnify ants social outcast at the back of the class other kids and him are like oil and water genetic freak that got beat by his father a pariah in every sense of the word a psychopath just ready to emerge Chorus 2x Verse 2 fast forward 10 years high school is here till searching for approval from his peers but he just gets scowls in the lunch room scenes strait out of a cliché cartoon punked and bullied and scarred and sullied and now he's just anxious and worried that he can't make a human connection looking in the mirror loathing his own reflection parties on the weekend no invitation he's not privy to that social lubrication he just wallows in lamentation another victim of extreme isolation his brain finally fucking snapped time to take out these entitled brats he'll embrace living in infamy a soon to be wiki entry Chorus 2x Verse 3 it's time for the first order of business gather materials make a hit list he just stole an AK from his uncle a crazy gun nut always on the bubble wasted no time went to school the next day opened the door started blasting away pools of blood and really loud screams even if ya live I'll haunt your fucking dreams they kept on begging please please don’t kill me I’m too young to die I’m not ready faces stricken with petrifaction to him it's just addition by subtraction fifty victims later the cops finally cuffed him but the damage was already done and here comes media glorification till the next psycho comes to replace him Chorus 2x Verse 4 talking heads debate back and forth nature or nurture what'd he do this for? the victim's families could give a fuck less all they know is their faith's been put to the test no amount of rosaries will ever bring em back they swallow their sorrows in a flask of jack eternal sunshine of the spotless mind amnesia is what they wish they could find alas that's only found in fiction real life is full of pain and affliction time to start the 5 stages of grief first denial, how could this happen to me? God works in mysterious ways is the shit they've been hearing for days fuck your platitudes save your preaching people just die there's no greater meaning Chorus 2x

Thanks for Listening (Outro) Well congratulations you've made it to the end of the CD now I know that my lyrics may be outrageously obscene but my motto is if you can laugh at one group of people you gotta be able to laugh at em all and ladies please remember that all the misogyny was cloaked in a facetious cloth and even though I may need psychological help I really hope that you thoroughly enjoyed yourself so I guess that's a wrap on the second album, hopefully I didn't leave your soul scarred until next time kiddies, and in the meantime, remember not to chief to hard