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Intro
02:14
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[Verse]
Hey, I traveled the Milky Ways, and the stars of the Gods
Then return back to planet Earth, confused and with some scars
My lyrical format hits you like good slaps
In the face, where you need Botox and large hats!
My mind is stronger and larger than your mom's bladder
A gallon of Kool-Aid, and that weak bag will splatter!
Megalomaniac on track, when I Mack like Big Daddy.. Mack
you can bet I'm not playing with a full deck!
I go.. far beyond acting soft... I run with scissors
then tripped and fell, and stabbed myself directly in my liver!
6am is when I have to wake up in the morning
And the corners of my eyes be like crusty when they open
My childhood bullies... I send threats
My bedroom set of My Little Pony leaves you upset!
Comin through comin through, all rise like the anthem
Cause I'm crazy and I'm stalking Scarlett Johannsson!
I buy goodwill, and distill in Webberville
I be circling big trees from Detroit to Adrian
I embark on a big time mental block... OK....
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Borrowed Time
01:53
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[Ryan Carter]
Aaron turn my mic up!
Living off borrowed time, the clock tic faster
that will be the moment they slap this mad rapper
Bugs Bunny and Daffy Duck with racist laughter
a gun fight, and they come to shoot this bomb blaster
cassette tape rolls, nice to be old
Y2K I was 8 years old, I got goals, Lo and behold
That's to be the realest ever like the greatest story told
Keep your money, gold, and glitter
for that half of my brothas will take me out the picture
the other half will swing with a bathroom fixture on me
a mixture between a Goonie and a cotton-picker
Mixed with fresh tears, played like truth or dare
When I grab the mic the people all scream "Let's get out of here"
That's when it's all about to happen, freeing all the slaves like I'm Lewis Tappan
am I still a good guy, rapping if nobody ain't hear it?
and can I cleanse my soul without a spirit?
I wrote this song on my quads, radiating from the pen like nuclear fuel rods
got more hits than a nail that hits boards, I foster rhymes like a childhood state ward
my album so good they put grades on it, Hey You! Listen to this song, it's got A's on it!
It's like the end of my teens, lot of disappointment and steady routines
then my plans get vetoed, and I get big by big fat mosquitoes
complex like Gordian, my first and last song that will feature an accordion
[Aaron Lapa]
and you are now rocking with the best
[Ryan Carter]
and when I'm at the mic you don't go next
I blow the speakers out and leave the crowd all perplexed
My cause and effects, don't need subjects
and one day I'll be extinct like an ancient T-Rex
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Retarded
02:27
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[Ryan Carter]
Scared of crossin the water, but sings in the rain
dabble in rapping at lunch, compass for a chain
bullied in the halls when they called me a bimbo
catch the Pokeman on my color Nintendo
BLOW! - got robbed, no remorse
A wink from the girl who's blind as a old horse
Of course my technique is from a divine source
one night with me will make you want a divorce
One girl acted really sweet
That's when I had to stuff her in the middle of two sheets
Ohhhh! The D they love so well
I sure keeps it oiled and filled with many blood cells
They came to buy my CD with new tracks
ended up creating a beast with two backs!
BOOYAH! - Carter is a made man
Had to lay her down like the best laid plan
That's that, she's prego, I skadiddle
Phsyc y'all, but it's not all rhymes and riddles SEE YA!
Prepare the vittles, hotcakes on the griddle
run the water a bit, just to piddle
BLAM! - Malcolm in the Middle
Had a tax break, first a lot, now a little
BOOOM! My circuit's recharged
You can tell by my lyrical rhyme-barrage
... sometimes surly and astute
The only thing wrong was I was hauled down a chute
Used a vent to escape lubed with Peter Pan, the crunchy brand
held onto the mic with my left hand BEAT IT OFF!
This was when the compass was brand spanking new
Before it got scratched, and crusted from the glue
{*sniffing*} stinking too, PHEW!
Kept all my earnings in the closet in a shoe
forgot what I knew, algebra it's true
add my years like chapters, twenty-three WOO-HOO!
Excuse me, any room in the class front?
with a push and a grunt, made room with a funny stunt
I'm a human in the flesh, on a treasure hunt
Nick flying past with a musket, shootin' cunt!
admit defeat, we got the game briefly conquered
discrete with the beats till they be completely bonkered
some fans demanded it, fondoled it, swallowed it
my own brand of hits, if only I could squabble it
Hmm... Nah, that could get messy
The feds tried to tortue me for the Compass Clique recipe
I said it's no use, I only know half
Speak da broken English, then got his wrath
...Felt no pain
My brain is saturated with insane Chow Mein
I said - Please Stop!, It Hurts!, Im Brain-Dead!
big man, you da king, here da bread
I can't see a thing, all looks red
I am so freaking retarded!
MUTHA FUCKA!
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Gigolo
02:27
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[Ryan Carter]
My chest is empty with no muscles, I'm a clever nerd
The only rapper wearing a compass that you ever heard
autograph from Agent Fox Mulder (BLOW!)
haters laugh, but don't know a cup from a gold coaster
ain't blind, but still I read thick braille
Lemme guess... you heard it all from Ishmael
do jumping-jacks, on my back, this not an act quack
Forgot about the wolfpack, holla back, big time mobsters
awkward, lightin up the dark, chocolate chart toppa
big kiddie bopper, I'm a smart shoppa
bus stop hey!, won a trip to Bombay
But who'd a know, there's two mo', to Texas and to Hooter's Yo!
place your bets, double, stay, or hit em
women spit the venom, say they got a lot of baggage with 'em
I let my rhythm hit 'em, I'm stronger in my singing voice
We makes the joints, that makes their legs drippin moist
Man, please. The stage is full of vigilantes
From the age of toddlers on up to the grannies
They banned me from dough rakes, caddy
act like a schoolgirl on my break, patty cake, patty cake
...headache, big Gillian Anderson fan
I'd run up to her bodyguard, hit him once an' shake her hand
On some ol' thank ya ma'am, riposte her
I would stuff her holster, if she signs my poster
A whole host of TV insiders
Not enough blacks (racist!)
eat my ear wax (tangy!)
I'm too hot to handle, election day making scandlals
I got ya, with wax dripping from this candle
can't stand still, rolling downhill
donate to goodwill, work in a steel mill, go to Brazil
Coast to coast my flows, Bunker Hill
Not supposed to drive through Beverly Hills
no pride, singing Taylor Swift on Main Street
Deep-fried, eating bubble gum off the concrete
Told ya, more kids than Brad Pitt
As they get older, I forge up a work permit
This is it! make no mistakes
my last album bro...
gigolo, gigolo
Bahaa beats and my rhymes attack
A scary pact
Who Ya Wit? Like the great Bernie Mac
Wait 'til you see me live in Savannah
my singing kills hits like "Alfonso Soriano" {singing voice}
your momma told me
Blast her with DNA and scream Yatzee!
Not to be cumbersome
But I was out of ammo son
my balls were also numb
I had a wet dream..
Gotta change the bedding
Eat egg cream..
She let me stick the head in
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7. |
Crappy
04:03
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[Verse 1]
This might sound crazy, what I’m about to say
Ryan Carter's here, women run away
Katy Perry, stroke my baboon, I'll blow it in your face
Call or text, I don’t care, complain away
[Chorus]
My songs are crappy!
Clap along if you feel like my songs are killin' you!
Because they're crappy!
Clap along if you feel like jumping through the roof!
Because they're crappy!
Clap along if you want to run right out the room!
Because they're crappy!
Clap along if your sure and that’s what you're gonna do!
[Verse 2]
Here comes that black, talking a bunch of crap
yeah!
Well, big man take a swing, and don’t hold back
yeah!
Broham, I should probably warn you I’ll just start cryin'
yeah!
Want to buy my album, don’t waste a dime
Here’s why...
[Chorus]
because they're crappy!
Clap along if you feel like my songs are killin' you!
Because they're crappy!
Clap along if you feel like jumping through the roof!
Because they're crappy!
Clap along if you want to run right out the room!
Because they're crappy!
Clap along if your sure and that’s what you're gonna do!
Hey, come on!
[Bridge:]
(Crappy)
Beat me down
Can't no one
(Crappy)
Beat me down
My songs are too hood
(Crappy)
Beat me down
Can't no one
(Crappy)
Beat me down
Who said? (who said)
(Crappy, Crappy, Crappy, Crappy)
Beat me down
Can't no one
(Crappy, Crappy, Crappy, Crappy)
Beat me down
My songs are too hood
(Crappy, Crappy, Crappy, Crappy)
Beat me down
Can't no one
(Crappy, Crappy)
Beat me down
They say...
[Repeat Chorus 2x]
Because they're crappy!
Clap along if you feel like my songs are killin' you!
Because they're crappy!
Clap along if you feel like jumping through the roof!
Because they're crappy!
Clap along if you want to run right out the room!
Because they're crappy!
Clap along if your sure and that’s what you're gonna do!
Hey, come on!
(Crappy, Crappy, Crappy, Crappy)
Beat me down… Can't no one
(Crappy, Crappy, Crappy, Crappy)
Beat me down… My songs are too hood...
(Crappy, Crappy, Crappy, Crappy)
Beat me down… Can't no one
(Crappy, Crappy, Crappy, Crappy)
Beat me down… They said..
[Chorus 2x]
Clap along if you feel like my songs are killin' you!
Because they're crappy!
Clap along if you feel like jumping through the roof!
Because they're crappy!
Clap along if you want to run right out the room! (EH!, EH!, EH!)
Because they're crappy!
Clap along if your sure and that’s what you're gonna do!
My songs are crappy!
Clap along if you feel like my songs are killin' you!
Because they're crappy!
Clap along if you feel like jumping through the roof!
Because they're crappy!
Clap along if you want to run right out the room! (UH HAEY HEYAH!)
Because they're crappy!
Clap along if your sure and that’s what you're gonna do!
UH!
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9. |
Don't Try To Do This!
04:22
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[Hook]
Don't try to do this, screw this, break this disc and lose it
Whenever you hear this song just don't accuse it
I had a fit, trashed my house, and killed a blue tit
went to the studio and had to cool it
This type of song you don't have to ever introduce it
You just know, that's my new hit
These type of songs will causes a brain contusion
A mass profusion of dummies undisputed
[Verse 1]
I walk in Walmart gettin girls with utter charm (YEAH!)
urine in my crotch and smelling my underarms (WHOO!)
providing alibies as soon as I hear alarms (UH OH!)
Paranoid chump that'll run from an Islam
Carter Run!, Nick's got a bomb!
Strapped to his forehead screamin', KAZAKHSTAN!
[The Wolf]
the wolf never thinks, instincts!
[Ryan Carter]
shootin blanks
siphoning gas tanks, cops see him a saint
Dagniabbit!, this dude I just provoked
think he'll finish me by slittin' my throat
Reversed, flipped him into the streets, he got squashed Chief
now back to this beef I had with a Girl Scout on State Street
Don't try to do this
[Ryan Carter]
Know why I'm in this jail son? (No!)
cause I exposed myself and I didn't run (Oh!)
I wrapped my dong in bubble wrap (TRICK!)
You gotta try this crap, slapped your momma for saying I couldn't rap! (HAHA!)
I'm a straight dude, Katy Perry I wanna date you!
While the Kool-Aid man videotapes you! (OH! YEAH!)
Eating bacon making this song
Meeting a Prince in the Sudan, his wife gave me a Hard-On
Bang a tranny (MAN SHE'S STRONG!)
Fly up to Frisco, smoke a fake bong (YOU KNOW!)
Buy a gun (DON'T!), now shoot it in the mall (PLEASE DON'T!)
got to Howell and blow up Burwich's farm
make a love song!
[Repeat Hook]
[Ryan Carter]
Cheat on who you wanna cheat on, get ya groupie swing on
Say "Ching Chong", in the hometown of Mao Zedong
Start a fight, get drunk
Threaten the next White President with spunk (Not in the eye!)
Write on the wall, disobey the laws
Run through a schoolhouse in nothing but your drawers (FREEDOM!)
Fans abroad, there's nothin' to applaud
But were joking it's all fun, the good is in us all
Don't try to do this
[Ryan Carter]
Go in a church and start a scuffle
And don't hesitate to punch the Deacon with swollen knuckles (YEAH!)
We like that, squash an Ant with combats
scrape that crap back, right in front of a toddler (HA! YOU SEE THAT!?)
I slap your cheek, ignore you when you speak (YEAH!)
never brush your teeth, and make soda your only drink
the urinal is your sink, now we're talking
Came back and drink out the toiletbowl, and sleep in a used coffin
Don't try to do this
[Ryan Carter]
These bees is ringing and stingin em
See all these people highly allergic so I'm bringin' em
If anybody breathe too hard, Im gonna swing on em
spring on em and mix Potassium with Magnesium (BOOM!)
walk down Lafayette, step on shoes, or laugh at em (HAHA!)
Hold up a picture of Obama and kick it at em (HE SUCKS!)
harass your daughter hookin', don't care if her dad's looking (WHATEVER!)
Don't try to do this, you could lose your life stupid
[Ryan Carter]
If I could capture just half of today's hotties and model chicks (YEAH!)
lock em in a bathroom and make em swallow it
they'd spit it back in my face think I'm a racists
or hypocrite who say these dumb hits, but don't do it
I'm in Karachi with Cosby and you probably
zombies, cause you patent and copy what you all see
some people misjudge me, they don't know me
they'll never flop me, I'm hardcore and I'm cocky
I came to destroy these generations of babies
and parents who let their kids listen to me they're crazy
paraphrase me, I'm makin' them so lazy
That's how I got this whole fanbase to embrace me
A only did this so my career would prolong
I dedicate this to any kid in a strict home
A cripple, a critic, or any midget I'm sicked on
A sick song to retaliate to, and it's called!
[Repeat Hook]
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Burgers & Fries
05:00
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[Intro]
I be on my burger, fry trip, fry trip, fry
I be on my burger, fry trip, fry trip
and it's only on Saturday night, said it's only on Saturday night
What?...
I be on my burger, fry trip, fry trip
I be on my burger, fry trip, fry trip
and it's only on Saturday night
and it's only on Saturday night
[The Wolf]
Wait a minute. You ready, RC?
[Ryan Carter]
I can't wait 'til I get you in my mouth, good-looking
Grill is hot, so hot, forget the oven
And I burned my thumb, and now gotta suck it
But it's alright, the thumb is mine
Oh baby, and I don't mind people watching, HA!
Cause if they get close, too close
I might gotta stomp em!
I see people gettin whoozy when I does it
but it's alright, just tonight!
[Hook]
And as long as I get my burgers and fries
I'ma be right as rain tonight
and let me get a milkshake on the side
I'm about to do weird things
All pressed up in buns that's white
with all the fixins I like
and I can smell it in the air tonight
I'm about to do weird things
about to do weird things, no butt plugs
we just got thrown out the club
I'm about to do weird things
about to do weird things, no butt plugs
Hey!
[Ryan Carter]
Stop, let me take a good look at it
Oh, so big and meaty, gonna name this burger Kathy
And awwwww, bun's so thick, gotta text and tell Bob Saget
that's all despite, it's past midnight
Awww, looked at the cashier and told him "who's your daddy?"
That made him very mad, cause dude he had a big fit
Ohhhh, "Kool-Aid's My Cologne", yeah that's a classic
And that's all mine, that's right!
[Hook]
And as long as I get my burgers and fries
I'ma be right as rain tonight
and let me get a milkshake on the side
I'm about to do weird things
All pressed up in buns that's white
with all the fixins I like
I can smell it in the air tonight
I'm about to do weird things
I'm about to do weird things
about to do weird things, no butt plugs
we just got thrown out the club
I'm about to do weird things
about to do weird things, no butt plugs
Hey!
[The Wolf]
Get out my seat, YO!
[Ryan Carter]
Uh!
Big Mac's at Mickey D's YO!
Big King's at BK YO!
Buford's at the Checkered rink
Y'all sit back and enjoy this freak show
Nothings more American than excess
My feet got gout from eating this beef what a mess!
Is this what I'm all about?
Yes.... A good guess
My exposed genitals scaring the guests!
years of this mess, man-boobs on my chest
high-school rapper, the best of the best
Uh! Im in trouble teasin
the 60 year old waitress for no reason (HOT!)
got slapped by the manager
Nick, Yo I'm gonna blame you
He punched me and called me a punk!
I'll show you how to do this chump! UH!
go gamble.. Windsor playas..
get deported.. much later!
we blowin bubbles, ain't shave growin stubble
border patrol mad, so now they try to cuff OH!
cussed his mother, appologized cuz I love her
Tell his father, that my wife is my mother
and now his older brother is my son
I show you how to do this chump, UHH!
[Hook]
And as long as I get my burgers and fries
I'ma be right as rain tonight
and let me get a milkshake on the side
I'm about to do weird things
All pressed up in buns that's white
with all the fixins I like
I can smell it in the air tonight
I'm about to do weird things
I'm about to do weird things
about to do weird things, no butt plugs
we just got thrown out the club
I'm about to do weird things
about to do weird things, no butt plugs
Hey! OOOOH!
[The Wolf]
Move dat ass!
[Ryan Carter]
WHAT!
YOU MUST BE OUTTA YOUR DAMN MIND!
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Fox Mulder
02:33
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[Ryan Carter]
Can you name the worst rapper in this rhymezone
After Nick Serra, is Ryan Carter, the worst known (HELLS YEAH!)
I'll have your cash blown, while I stand prone
Rock to Miley Cryus, a curse to the throne
Drive round with a microphone, bring it everywhere I go
So I can bring it to you live in STEREO (SONY!)
CAN IT! I'm black, so.. KLAN IT! (KU KLUX!)
watch Disney's Enchanted, wish granted, boobs implanted
The test, any group who pass will be disbanded
Yes sir, signed a false confession.. recanted
I don't think we can handle a style so placid
In a room thats padded, I played the old jazz standard
(Jazz Bridge)
[The Wolf]
That's a weird bridge
[Ryan Carter]
Don't mind me, I wrote this racist rhyme
with ink made of pig pee, on the back of my degree
Big Black, Brown Spanish, Yellow Chineese
sound like the former owner of the LA ball team (Where da white at?)
Don't sign me I'm about to make a mil without em
Grab my album off the shelf, what have you heard, and seen about them?
So I'm a jerk but you don't know them
weird how they expect balls but won't grow 'em
Poor guys what a sight for old sore four-eyes (STRIKE!)
Now let me get two apple pies and a large fries
All rise, so far art is a doodle
So true get the whole kit and caboodle
Were youthful, we teach it to our pupils
And this time when we spend it we'll place it on somethin' useful
Like getting seduced by girls singing karaoke
safety first, wear a condom okey-dokey
Silly Goose, that is too soapy
Wow never thought I'd see my name in a marquee (SCREENSAVER!)
Egads, that last groupie had crotch crabs
True dat, she gross, but she sucks while wearing kneepads
What a call, a cheap, white butterball (THERE'S THE WHITE!)
Either I get to score or strike out, gutterball
Rock the world, on all fours
put this meat in her pocket, prepare for curtain call
Yeah y'all you could say this an earful
Beware, Explicit Content, be careful
And just like I said, I soulda told ya
Ryan Carter, eyes of the beholder, Fox Mulder!
[The Wolf]
That's all I got
[Repeat "Fox Mulder" and Fade Out]
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12. |
Got A Hold On Me
03:06
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[Ryan Carter]
I got this problem, I can't get enough of you
I keep stallin, tryna get away from you
My mind, is trapped inside of a maze
I'll jump and slide for just one more taste
Of that grape Kool-Aid
[Courus]
I DON'T WANT TO DO IT!, I'M REALLY REALLY STUPID!
BUT YOU GOT A HOLD OF ME!, BUT YOU GOT A HOLD OF ME!
I DON'T KNOW WHAT I'M DOING!, I'M REALLY REALLY STUPID!
BUT YOU GOT A HOLD OF ME!, BUT YOU GOT A HOLD OF ME!
[Ryan Carter]
Spent all my money, and sold the keys to my car
Its so exciting, I can feel it through the strings of the guitar
Do you know I've been drinking this all my life?
CUZ I CAN'T LEAVE YOU ALONE!!
[Courus]
I DON'T WANT TO DO IT!, I'M REALLY REALLY STUPID!
BUT YOU GOT A HOLD OF ME!, BUT YOU GOT A HOLD OF ME!
I DON'T KNOW WHAT I'M DOING!, I'M REALLY REALLY STUPID!
BUT YOU GOT A HOLD OF ME!, BUT YOU GOT A HOLD OF ME!
{Guitar Bridge}
[Courus]
I DON'T WANT TO DO IT!, I'M REALLY REALLY STUPID!
BUT YOU GOT A HOLD OF ME!, BUT YOU GOT A HOLD OF ME!
I DON'T KNOW WHAT I'M DOING!, I'M REALLY REALLY STUPID!
BUT YOU GOT A HOLD OF ME!, BUT YOU GOT A HOLD OF ME!
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13. |
Beef Wrap
02:44
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[Ryan Carter]
Beef Wrap could leave you gettin face slapped
Or even a wound from a bullet on some gun crap
I suggest you change your diet
my rhymes can lead to high blood pressure if you try it
[Aaron Lapa]
well I give you strokes, heart attacks, heart disease
It ain't no turnin back once arteries start to squeeze
Take the easy way out, phony, until then I know
you won't be talkin that bologna in the bullpen
you so disgustin, pardon me as I discuss this
you talk a wealth of crap and you ain't never seem to face it
Bust this... like a cold milk from out the toilet
grap the last copy of your album and I'll boil it
[Ryan Carter]
You better keep your mouth on glued
you start a feud and I ain't in no TV mood
turn you into mystery meat, seaweed stew
you should just wear a mask to cover your raw flesh
you a ugly brother, and my flows are gorgeous
these drop dead joints hit your face like big whips
you need it like a hole in your head or a cleft lip
[Aaron Lapa]
your butt smells, your hair's slick no jell
your barred from all schools and kicked out the hotel's
you keep a witch with a bad spell
And buy those cheap hookers that look like men but don't tell
[Aaron Lapa]
Top rapper, maybe on another planetary sphere
Stop telling kids all these lies they're unaware
your rhymes bring tears to God's ears
they are just rotten, and we've suffered through these for years
[Ryan Carter]
I wrote this rhyme before the new year
Off the bottom of my stairs in my new chair, but who cares
Enough about me, it's about this beast
send it in a tweet like the food I'm bout to eat
A rhymin cannibal perscribed to you, it's clinical
1/3 is animal, vegetable and mineral
It's a miracle how I'm so lyrical
And my rhymes will move the crowd like an exlax enema
[Aaron Lapa]
your a twerp dancing round in Miley's ghetto
Tell Bill Cosby "Hey! No!, sell ya own Jello"
you got no skills, you give me chills
but I should pay you here's three dollar bills
get rolled like a pinwheel, to mass appeal
on the real, I got a better record deal
Get a bonus check after every meal
[Ryan Carter]
Word up! to Aaron Lapa.. shut up! while ya shuttin up
put a shirt on, at least a button up!
Yuck! is you a rhymer or strippin male?
you must be ever since they shut down Chippendales!
you sick and frail, while I'm tippin scales
Let alone the pre-orders that's counted off shippin sales
This one goes out to all my peoples readin braille
in the jail.. biting nails and looking pale
[Aaron Lapa]
make me poopie, your rhymes stink like a booty
from my dinner plate I throw you snacks like Scooby
I'm in the lab on some old Jewish thug tip
overthought dumb trip who'da thunk it
[Ryan Carter]
Punk, try and act like his rhymes better
I could beat you any day in my Cosby sweater!
Yes, you who's scared by the dude on the CD rude
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[Ryan Carter]
Yo I'm a natural born leader that's born to thrive
stay up to the moment and it's no suprise
YouTube wanna advertise on my channel right now
I messed around and found myself in the famous grounds
How you like me now? We got the industry on lock
the world is in shock, I'm the boss like Barack
I felt it in my heart when I started to top
midnight after dark, I'm the raider of the lost art
[Ryan Carter]
nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah
nah, nah... nah, nah, nah...
SUPERSIZE, I MATERIALIZE! RIGHT BEFORE YOUR EYES!
and bring in treats like giant sweet potato pies
I picks my nose, and it flicks in your eye
rhyming on the track, it's studio time
les we forget, beddy bye, beddy bye, bye
don't ask why, we'll spend our lives in paradise
Ryan Carter's tops, no contest, no lie
shout-out to my people on the borderline
and big ups to all my allies!
[Ryan Carter]
I still dream of a Mercedes, born two years from the 80s
girls want to burp me like a baby
I blowed up like C4, got so much to live for
can't play the game no more, still stubborn like a spor
wolrd just ain't the same no more, try to stop me what I'm aiming for
get yourself caught, Obama elbow-drop tore up!
on the first day, headed straight for a gun spray
they cocked their tubes and socked me, dropped me, popped me
wasn't sure they got me, but anyway I healed and got em back the Next Friday
[Bridge]
Yo what ya'll people wanna do?
ya'll people want something new?
Yo what ya'll people wanna do?
ya'll people want something new?
[Ryan Carter]
Yo! Pull up in the van rod, matter fact.. the Ford drop
all my people in the back seat, fast asleep nods
I'm eatin on swine, logging online, always on time
guess that I been up for a long time by my red eye
you failed to realize, when you bump me you blow a gasket
run up to your crib, and grab the money out your matress
existence was planted, Detroit is where I landed
borderline.. CROSSED IT!
Now I'm forcing you to hear my raw emotions
slowly but surely, the main reason we rockin
McLovin my flowin
brush your teeth and continue flossin
[Ryan Carter]
This is a warrior!
Warrior! Warrior!
[Ryan Carter]
Stepping on toes might scuff my new shoes
pronto like glue, 'til I'm Triumphant like Wu
the world is acting crazy, like people fighting just to have fun
you'll be sharing my songs to all your grandsons
eating Grey Pupon bwoy!
two lines, I drew rhymes and make losers fold like they was futons!
all day outside, I lives the light mode
I get a soft broad, with a fresh load
[Bridge]
Yo what ya'll people wanna do?
Yo we can..
[Ryan Carter]
Yo, we be the official
G-urilla
to lead your militias, homegrown Americana
spit verbs out like: jump, throw, fly, perform
reminese the promise, Other Guy, like Nick Serra
fatigues march, political leaders they count on crooked foreign dollars
and sip fresh squeezed milk from the cities of Dahmer's
your committee's in carnage
prettiest farmers, that pour Kool-Aid at harvest
and hold a bunch of bananas
INSANE! INSANE, INSANE!
I rain like Joe Louis iron fist, try on this
you can't see me like a third lip
eating potato chips, bubble and bathe in this
the dominant will resource, and count on dollar bills and world wars, world wars
[Ryan Carter]
Yo! you better practice what you preach
I got 11 CDs, two eyes, and two arms each
my flow will never interfere, collect these souviners for your ears
clear poetry bombs dropped like William Shakespeare
and this.. is why your checking me out
I'm what you talking about, you lost and I'm finding you out
some got beef, they wanna battle or stomp me out
HEY! OH MY GOD! Ya'll haters be buggin me out
wish you could lay me down and have the police start chalking me out
NOW I ZOOM IN ON YOU! and thouroughly stalk you out
chuck-down all that crap that you constantly calling about
THIS ONE'S! for my people and Canadians up north
the ruler crowned Thor, but Carter finally come forth
exports and imports, hitting you with rhymes of all sorts
my flow comming through... hijack your ear-port! HAHAHAHA!
[Chrous]
Yo what ya'll people wanna do?
ya'll people want something new?
Yo what ya'll people wanna do?
We wanna sing it aloud!
ya'll people want something new?
We wanna sing it aloud!
Yo what ya'll people wanna do?
We wanna sing it aloud!
ya'll people want something new?
We wanna sing it aloud!
Yo what ya'll people wanna do?
We wanna sing it aloud!
ya'll people want something new?
We wanna sing it aloud!
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15. |
Friday Night
03:55
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[CHORUS]
Oh Yeah, its up, its down, it right, tonight
all because its Friday night!
Got poked, got joked, got duped, got rude, got booed
and its only Friday night!
start fights, see ears, take bites, end fight, get food
and its only Friday night!
Oh Yeah, its up, its down, it right, tonight
all because its Friday night
[Ryan Carter]
Yo, I was in downtown Royal Oak, crazy night
Seen a girl that looked like Miley right
so I approached her like
Yo Bro!, you the twerkin type? (UH!)
She looked at me and slapped me like a baby right (WHAT!)
I told her, I'm 22 and live a crazy life
Plus I'll warn you I'm unstably-hype (UH!)
And I know what women really like (THAT'S RIGHT!)
Need a man that's uptight, childish and ignores advice (THAT'S RIGHT!)
I can be all three, plus I can moan and gripe
So come with me, come join my fight
She looked at me screamed, turned and yelled for police in sight
I grabbed her arm like not tonight
seeing the stars (YEAH!)
I tied her up in the back of the car (THAT'S RIGHT!)
Let discuss Somethin'
come join me now, or I'll stalk you tomorrow
Now I'm speeding through the stop signs
Cops follow on the left side, ready to shoot
Call on my phone, leave me alone
crash the car at the curb of my front yard, I'm already home
Now let's move on
[CHORUS]
Oh Yeah, its up, its down, it right, tonight
all because its Friday night!
Got poked, got joked, got duped, got rude, got booed
and its only Friday night!
start fights, see ears, take bites, end fight, get food
and its only Friday night!
Oh Yeah, its up, its down, it right, tonight
all because its Friday night
[Ryan Carter]
The cops on patrol, told me to give up and quit
I yelled back "my lawyer's a brit!"
They said man stop lying
you'll get a court-appointed prick
come out and we might acquit
I'm like wow that's it?!
I promise you this, usually have a whole line of bricks
just to throw down and hit em with six
But not them, guns is real
tasers I can feel, plus got them scary jails, UH!
so I start to squeal, and this my downtime too
from the record deal
I left my hideout with speed-dial on court of appeals
To the cruiser, I tell you this story's real
that was just the beginning, top of the inning
Got to the jail and saw the inmates grinning
Thats when my head start spinning (OH NO!)
They looked at me and said, You bout to get a skinning
WAIT!, I'm a changed man, slightly deranged man
that has a whole new game plan
they looked and said "that's nothing but lies man"
they were right and threw me in the cell man
Dropped me off in the cell, now I'm awaiting bail
use the phone and called up Aaron L
[Ryan Carter]
Hello Aaron!
[Aaron Lapa]
What's Up?!
[Ryan Carter]
I'm In Jail!
[Aaron Lapa]
What Else
[Ryan Carter]
No Bail
[Aaron Lapa]
Oh Well!
[Ryan Carter & Aaron Lapa]
and it's only Friday Night!!
[CHORUS]
Oh Yeah, its up, its down, it right, tonight
all because its Friday night!
Got poked, got joked, got duped, got rude, got booed
and its only Friday night!
start fights, see ears, take bites, end fight, get food
and its only Friday night!
Oh Yeah, its up, its down, it right, tonight
all because its Friday night!
[Outro]
Compass Clique!
2014
Aaron Lapa, Ryan Carter
Crazyone-Worldwide
Cubana-In-Americana
Jiggamane, Boca, uh who else?
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16. |
Outro
01:20
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Ryan Carter Detroit, Michigan
Ryan Carter is an award-winning independent recording artist from Detroit, Michigan.
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