1. |
Sharp Like
02:40
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Yeah
I need a pill, I need a Pepsi
I need a storyboard, Chris Kreski
Find me off tour and I'm very bored (very bored)
Blackberry milkshake advocate
Intricate street-handshake etiquette
Monologue like a methamphetamine
Word is bond I've had better dreams
Happily I hang out behind the partition
Block me from the noise please (Can y'all shut the fuck up?)
I'm just trying to watch the ballgame
Yeah
See I just be trying to take a nap
But I'm compelled to rap
Like I remember the days when I would just lay in bed and fap
Eat shit and get fat
I used to dig that shit
Nowadays I got this itch
To flip the microphone switch
Yo
Fuck local generic trap, That shit is for geeks
That R&B hook, what's that for?
Humans born with vaginas and soft booty cheeks
As for me & my friends
We make Hip Hop because we are men
Why would I want to make music that appeals to a 13 year-old Hispanic girl
Unless I wanted to be a 13 year-old Hispanic girl, like y'all brothers
I'd rather waste my time banging some slutty cougar, like y'all mothers
I'm Freddy Kreuger if you're under the covers
I'm Willy Wonka manufacturing these rap Nutter Butters
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2. |
TMZ Hunk
02:24
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Yo, let me spit this shit before I forget why I showed up
Spit that shit that'll make the o.g. say hold up
Yeah, it's a cold world but I stay blanketed by my ego
Treat this rap shit like a Rick Barry free throw
Too easy like Uhaa Nation on some Kobe World Festival
Bury your body in Sebastopol and fill your girlfriend's mouth up with testicles
That's so cliché I don't even wanna put my goddamn name on it
It's like a preschool when I wipe my children on your daughter's baby bonnet
Not while she was still wearing the fucking thing, what the fuck, Are y'all drunk?
I gotta go, TMZ on 'Line 1' telling me I'm a hunk
Yo
This is my real life, I'm having a three-way with a broad look just like Lexi from Fat Fantasy
And another broad look just like Dondra from BigBellySSBBW.com
Taking it way back in the day like "Goddamn, Doc"
Voluptuous Cat Diva
And I gotta send a shot out to Lots2Luv
Cuz I was watching Natalie when y'all were talking about the Fappening
Praise the Lord above
See way before it was a motherfucking international sensation
I had broads bellies bouncing off they shins like Connie and Temptation
So all praise be due to the motherfucker who did this shit first
Goddamn right I'm the apple of my own eye that's why I dedicate this verse
To myself hahaha
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Yo
Tragedy
Scandalous
Tragedy
Yo
Tragedy
Scandalous
Tragedy
Tragedy
Tragedy
Taking a backseat? Naw
Made ya vaccine disappear like Madd Maxine
First Round picks flaming out like Chris Shaw
Tik Tok rappers wack, they pulling my rickshaw
Tick tock and you don't stop
But that ain't true I seen you trying to get a job at the one-stop
Cuz ya'll tried to go pop
But your catalog lacks
While I tour coast to coast in a black Cadillac
Smack the cataract off of your mom for thinking twice
About that coat hanger homicide swipe
Scandalous Tragedy
Scandalous Tragedy
Scandalous Tragedy
Scandalous
Tragedy
To these goofs who claim they starting a movement
I'm in tune with entombment
I'm more Martian than human
My cold heart artificial comprised from car parts
Of forty-four fatal accidents, slashed up Carhartts
The bloody bathroom mat when I step out of the shower
I catch wreck when empowered, Your best bets get devoured
You turn sour like curdled titty juice, What I produce'll
Loosen stool like a stick to the sphincter in your caboose
Getcha grubby little nubs off my verbiage you pervert
Swat a rapper like chewed up gum and I'm Mr. Perfect
That's perfect, I be the dervish that's whirling
I wake up early, Fill the mall
Signing autographs, Chest of ya girly
I'm at the pisser giving freshmen a swirly
Surely call me your majesty
Scandeezy be the tragedy
They can't handle my vanity
Scandalous tragedy
I toss a rapper in a trash can off a canopy
Damn it G, I oughta slaughter the lotta ya
But I'm on Colusa Boulevard talking to Claudia
First Round picks flaming out like Chris Shaw
Tik Tok rappers wack, they pulling my rickshaw
Scandalous Tragedy
Scandalous Tragedy
Scandalous Tragedy
Tragedy
Scandalous Tragedy
Scandalous Tragedy
Scandalous Tragedy
Scandalous
Tragedy
Tragedy
Tragedy
Tragedy
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4. |
Ouch Music
02:52
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Ouch, That shit hurt
Ouch, That shit hurt
Ouch, That shit hurt
Ouch, That shit hurt
Baddies call me daddy
Perfect tens, they bless my session
Sade said my love is king
Who am I to question?
Wisdom in my cypher
Divine muscle in my beenie
Women rub my back at night
And go to war to keep me
Supporters cheer my name
Throw they arms up like the victor
Doped up off my rocker my drug test look like a Richter
Scale the seismic shift when I impale
Nothing minor
Vintage like it's ninety-three rocking a fila visor
My aura something like the stone pit bull Tomohiro
Brothers at the function be like "Scotty you're my hero"
Catch me at the house, copping cabeza on the couch
Fuck her face and fill her mouth
Steal the show and surf the crowd
They say ouch
Fucking ouch, That shit hurt
They say ouch, that shit hurt
Fucking ouch, That shit hurt
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
Bottom of the 9th responsible when pennent clinches
Down three runs with bases drunk I'm swinging for the fences
Rappers switching genders, I kick 'em in the cunt
Anal rape a flamer with my dick up in her butt
Panic if butt blood is absent when your boy pull out
Re-engage up in her anal freeway, swerving outta bounds
She say ouch
(Completely nonsensical two bars)
Fucking ouch, That shit hurt (I don't care if that shit made no sense)
Fucking ouch, That shit hurt
Fucking ouch, That shit hurt
Fucking ouch, That shit hurt
Ouch, That shit hurt
Ouch, That shit hurt
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5. |
Fibs
02:58
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These hoes be smelling like the barrio
These rappers be smelling like fibs
These hoes be smelling like the barrio
These rappers be smelling like fibs
Yo
Rappers be smelling like the fibs they tell
Full of shit with they fake ass accomplishments
Hell naw you ain't sell that many records out of your trunk
I don't give half a fuck about your fake ass Spotify numbers
That's not how you bought that chain
You been living with mom and dad doing they laundry
KD's mom ain't got nothing on the real MVP
Which is the CPU that you use to regenerate hits, plays and views
I can't excuse it
Y'all motherfuckers try so hard to make hit records
And then come up with excuses as to why that shit ain't go down
These hoes be smelling like the barrio
These rappers be smelling like fibs
These hoes be smelling like the barrio (The fucking barrio)
These rappers be smelling like fibs
Yo
Y'all smell like fibs
Why? Because you lie
Year-round, July to July (Fibbies)
Look in my motherfucking eye
You see, your insecurities are a reflection of the impurity of your soul
But rock & roll wasn't built on fictional shows, burner accounts and blow-up dolls
Modern day poets would rather pat themselves on the back
Than collect actual dap
These hoes be smelling like the barrio
These rappers be smelling like fibs
These hoes be smelling like the barrio
These rappers be smelling like fibs
These hoes be smelling like the barrio
These rappers be smelling like fibs
These hoes be smelling like the barrio
These rappers be smelling like fibs
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6. |
F8
02:10
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She was a daughter, she was a cousin
To some she was a loved one
She had no idea that tonight was her last
Cut to the club fitta shake that ass
Every third minute a brother would ask
For that dance, She would pass
She had a violent past
Tonight she wasn't trying to get caught up in the flash
Spent a little cash
Seen a couple friends, An hour or two passed
She wasn't fitta stay late
But that wasn't up to her, That was up to fate
Three hours in she was feeling woozy
Head hangin' heavy like Chuck D uzi
Tried to make her way out of the door
Tripped, slipped, fell and landed on the floor
Body hit like a cannonball
These aren't the ill effects of her Adderall
Damn it y'all I think the girl got drugged
She don't remember the rest until her body got drug
Down a lengthy hallway similar to an old folks
Home but there wasn't soul within a lengthy stroll
She tried to scream as the carpet rug burned her
Headed to the basement furnace burner
She couldn't make out his face
Covid mask with the baseball cap, skinny waste
And as he tried to load her in
She grabbed the shank off his belt and she jabbed it in him
Fate
Now she on the freeway, the signs weren't familiar
Three hours from home but the girl was a killer
She might've done dirt with the shady past
Had a rap sheet be she ain't never killed that ass
Blood on her clubwear, the girl still drowsy
Putting two and two together with her baby maker pounding
Call it rape, she couldn't avoid fate
Probably should've stayed home but I ain't victim blaming
Coulda been a murder victim burned to her core
But she cut that old man dead on the floor
Made it out alive, But it's a tragic deal
Passed out on the freeway and she died behind the wheel
Fate
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My name is Scott, I put in work
Trans Girls & Dwarfs, they off that drank and that perc
(That's pimpin')
My name is Scott, I put in work
Trans Girls & Dwarfs, they off that drank and that perc
(Special category)
My name is Scott, I put in work
Trans Girls & Dwarfs, they off that drank and that perc
(Got that variety)
My name is Scott, I put in work
Trans Girls & Dwarfs, they off that drank and that perc
(I'm very vary, I am very vary)
We out in Paradise right now motherfucker
(Dwarf-dwarf chicks)
Y'all motherfuckers the type of motherfuckers to post a picture of your girl on Facebook talking about
"She ain't a looker, but she a real one"
"It's my face isn't it?"
"Naw baby, it's the drugs why I can't cum"
"What about you Scott?"
I'm in a motherfucking dreamboat
Covered in c-notes
It's a cold world and I'm blanketed by my goddamn ego
Yo, this rap shit like free throws to a Curry
When I let the syllables scurry
Uh-oh, wait up, don't worry
Yeah, I woke up in jail, how I got there it's still kinda blurry
I'll read the paperwork or some shit
My name is Scott, I put in work
Trans Girls & Dwarfs, they off that drank and that perc
My name is Scott, I put in work
Trans Girls & Dwarfs, they off that drank and that perc
My name is Scott, I put in work
Trans Girls & Dwarfs, they off that drank and that perc
(That's pimpin')
His name is Swift and when he's home alone
He's still over there in the corner mumbling to himself and he coming off the dome
You ain't never seen fools like us
Dick Swift, Doctor Scott, we bust...
Down doors with flows and floors
Bringing you more shit that you're seeing
Beating your high score
Tilting that motherfucking pinball game called your brain
Thinking that you tight you must be insane
Trans Girls & Dwarfs, they off that drank and that perc
Trans Girls & Dwarfs, Trans Girls & Dwarfs
I knew this fine ass Dwarf Chick, looked like a machine gun
I knew this fine ass Dwarf Chick, that also looked like a machine gun
I knew this fine ass Trans Girl, name was Heather
She could suck the past-life milk out of leather
I knew this fine ass Trans Girl, her name was Susan
Lazy as the fuck, I couldn't nut 'til she was snoozin'
I knew this fine ass Dwarf Chick, her name was Lana
Never happened but I used to dream about three-way wit' her mama
I realize it's a rap song
It's supposed to be all victories about, you know, these conquests
All these women I've drilled
But you know, every now and then you don't actually get to fuck the chick that you want
So, that's a story about failure, right
That's a story about...
I wanted to have three-way with her mom but it didn't happen
So, these are reality raps
My name is Scott, I put in work
Trans Girls & Dwarfs, they off that drank and that perc
(She Four-foot-Two)
My name is Scott, I put in work
Trans Girls & Dwarfs, they off that drank and that perc
(Dwarf-dwarf chicks)
My name is Scott, I put in work
Trans Girls & Dwarfs, they off that drank-drank
(Special-special categories)
My name is Scott, I put in work
Trans Girls & Dwarfs, they off that drank and that perc
My name is Scott, I put in work
Trans Girls & Dwarfs, they off that drank and that perc
(I'm very vary)
My name is Scott, I put in work
Trans Girls & Dwarfs, they off that drank and that perc
(Back up vocals)
My name is Scott, I put in work
Trans Girls & Dwarfs
I got nothing else to say though
Flame-throw, every time I speak loud
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9. |
Interpretation
02:36
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Purple dank down in Bluebird Bay
Fictional towns get created for the word play
Correlation to a chipped-tooth white lady
One vid, first week made $580
Tenderloin trans-hooker
Rims on the whip sweet enough to fuck your blood sugar
Balling out, Book the notaries
Tear down the house like Sho Tanaka overseas (San Francisco)
Malice like Baldwin with the ovaries
Polishing to Alice from Dallas then I go to sleep (Fapping)
Or maybe Jolly Trixie
Neck like elixir when I tell the doc to fix me (Love that fucking neck)
Can't forget Baby Thelma
I be on her trail like I'm Velma
'87 Def Leppard "Animal" on Ruth Pontico
Japanese pro wres with the NicoNico
Reps like I'm big Brian Cage out of Chico
Lord like I'm Regal
The rap Richard Greico
Pico
Fermi to the Bagel
Had a roommate that would wake up with the kegels
Did they work? Heck no
Echo ("Is there anybody in here?")
Hula hoop perimeter
Bitter taste with the vinegar
But the girl could grow a beard (That's the hottest)
Morning wood late at night hella weird
Sorta like Jimmy Chan jerking off to Iris
Or maybe like Natalia be to Condorman, timeless
Copulation with the corpulent
Seat belt extender be the Christmas tree ornament
I don't have to explain it, It's up to you to interpret
I don't have to explain it, It's up to you to interpret
I don't have to explain it, It's up to you to interpret
Yeah
Yo
Eight-Eight-Twenty Two (8/8/22)
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10. |
I'm Burpin' Rappers
04:37
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Yeah, I still think about how she looked in that motherfucking Trans-Am, you know what I'm saying
Yo, I pulled up in a '84 beater with a heater
With a dick about as long as a meter
With about seven liters of my favorite beverage
Pay me no severance I'mma be here forever kid
Grown men don't follow Tik Tok
They listen to hip hop and hang out with pick pockets
I'm in Ybor City on a Saturday
I'm in the middle of things like Jeff Saturday
They found your mother buck naked, covered in marmalade
I'm like "It wasn't me, I was touring in Adelaide"
Always trying to blame a brother
Trying to say that I'm her lover cuz I came on her covers
"We cross referenced your DNA fingerprints"
("Pam, can you get me those results?")
I'm burping rappers
"We cross referenced your DNA fingerprints"
("Well, look, this is what we found...")
I'm burping rappers
"Well Mr. Winter, I'm very sorry to inform you, but..."
I'm burpin' rappers
I'm burping rappers
"We've come to the conclusion that you are burping rappers"
I'm burping rappers
Burp burp
Puncturing hoes
Daily, hey baby bring me my clothes
These right here look covered in ketchup
Football footwork the reason I catch up
I run a 4.3 like a college wide-out
Visible as Cena when I cut the lights out
Probably got you talking to the cops like right now
By the time they hit the sirens I'll be vibin' at Mike's house
Type of brother that'll put the data in the folders
Made her main man blood splatter like I told her
I'm burping rappers
I'm burpin' rappers
I'm burping rappers
I'm burpin' rappers
I'm burping rappers
I'm burpin' rappers
I'm burping rappers
Rollin blunts by the beach, holding stunts by their love handles
With some Jack Daniels
Dress you up like a real pretty lady
Have you tucking that freshman cock back
Fuck these obstacles, calling audibles
Motherfuck your follicles
I'm not laughing
I'm burping rappers (word to my kinfolk)
I'm burping rappers (I'm at the Walmart in Dixon)
Yo
It don't take much for me to get that lust
And then the next thing you know I got to grip it and thrust
It was a foggy night, but it was still warm
95901
Full moon had me gripping my hatchet
Read a story 'bout my last murder, trying to match it
I ain't never been wrong
Slap the piss up out a punk front of his kids and his mom
(True story, you get no glory)
Made your wife dump you cuz my bod had her buzzing
Dropped her off at work and drove her car to go bang her cousin
And all she ever do is bitch about the bills and the rent
But I ain't there when she vent (that's your job)
I'm there when she split
Her motherfucking legs
Fuckin' Eagle (that's my job)
Double eagle
Hole in one
(Scott, you're so cerebral)
Maybe
Baby
I'm burpin' rappers
I'm burpin' rappers
I'm burping rappers
I'm burpin' rappers
I'm burping rappers
I'm burpin' rappers
I'm burping rappers
I'm burpin' rappers
I'm burping rappers
I'm burpin' rappers
I'm burping rappers
I'm burpin' rappers
I'm burping rappers
Yeah, so like, did I mean I'm your father
And I'm burping you like a baby?
Or did I mean that I ate some rappers
And I'm burping rappers?
Well.......
Oh, thank you, thank you very much
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Doctor Scott San Francisco, California
Northern California's graff luminary and microphone mainstay Doctor Scott continues his two-decade odyssey in the game. When he's not in the gym bench pressing 600 pound women or putting his Kilroy Hancock on the turf, he's crankin' out half-a-dozen albums a year. Enjoy his light, it'll burn out eventually (allegedly). ... more
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