A Dick Shun Pt. 1 (K. Moore, A. Taylor, A. Eleam) #1 Penis envy, not seen as friendly But I’ve seen plenty, Out, In/ Even if they tried to offend me, well many men Yea, they be on that bull shit, but bend me – Bite me, brand me, color my manhood/ Anyone can bone but, damn is your man good? I ran with the thugs, buggin out on drug binges/ Partied off the hinges, steppin up my interest/ Jealousy was endless, therefore the sentence For these crimes of passion, was witnessinjg some dick prints Measurements are relevant, if only I were celibate I wouldn’t give a hell of two shit’s, so I’m tellin it/ Inside looking out, tell me how you sellin it Show me what that book about, how you yellin it? But what’s said is how big is your head? How hung is your cock? how wide will it spread?? Now they in your mind, got you feeling smaller than a Grain of sand, when I became a man I let go of childish things, but in exchange I dive head first into a pool full of pain. Bullet holes exposing, machismo broken, holdin Your wounds, invoking moaning, cocktails poking/ I mean, pogo stickin, LOGO is homo pimpin, You hung? Someone’s sipping, You small? No one’s listening! If I’m lying I’m flyin, what good is a Beamer If a blind man is driving? Chorus (you make me cry) When the only thing you want is the lump in my thigh Wonder why? (you make me cry) You like em huge but you still ain’t satisfied Maybe you too wide (say ahh say ahh) (you make me cry) When the only thing you want is the lump in my thigh Wonder why? (you make me cry) You like em huge but you still ain’t satisfied Legs up throw em Y, Y, Y Y? (Y formation – throw em up in a Y formation man!) (You make me cry) Cause whenever I’m with you I be thinkin shits fine Then I sigh (You make me cry) Hella rivers like there’s onions in my eye, damn you ain’t right! (You make me cry) When I feel emasculated (You make me cry) Financially intimidated (You make me cry) Like you plucking hairs from my anus (You make me cry) Always tellin me I’ll never make it (You make me cry) Well, have you seen yaself naked? (You make me cry) Looky here trick I know you fake it (You make me cry) Give a trick a mile and they’ll “take it” literally.

Creep (K. Moore, E. Vazquez) Chorus: Creep Creep Creep Creep Creep I creep, You Creep, She Creep, Not TLC Creep Don’t sleep yo… 1st Verse: Sneaking, tippin, sliding through the kitchen, Ninja assassin, a pin drop, listen Shhhhhhhhh. Silence, keep it on the low Keep it on the other side of the kitchen doe’ Keep it at the Mo’ Keepin up a lie is serious I thought you know, but this is how it go. The honeymoon is over, you feeling mad bored, Got a dude so true, but maybe you a whore. Your ex is in your wallet, tossing vulgar love sonnets Sex within the sonics, I honestly would ponder- Only if the benefit would supercede the cost bruh, But you don’t have to justify getting your salad tossed, huh I see you on ya lil hoodrat swag, Type of punk that gives a bad name to the **** Tag, you’re it Duck duck goosey! Ooga Ooga Black Booga I’m in love with Looosey Addicted to the dick kid Bait for the groupies, Soon as ya dude fall asleep that snatch is juicy You’re undone, rare, karma in the air Rather give away the dairyaire, Oh contraire Barebackin with the randoms obvious you don’t care Your dirty lil secret is yours don’t share No fair, can’t make a husband out of a player And time wont pause when your tunnel starts to Teaaaaaaaaarrrrrr Did you know in NYC, 1 and 4 people infected with genital herpes, cuz they (Chorus) Creep, Creep Creep In Cali they Creep Atlanta they Creep Cleveland they creep Detroit they creep Philly they creep Boston they creep Dallas they creep Creep Creep Creep Girls girls girls girls 2nd Verse Girls Girls Girls Girls Loosin quick weaves Sweating out they curls Too busy with your trick on the side, to see HER twirls With her Ex Boyfriend, biggest cock in the world! Progressive ass thinker, 2 degrees, Thick Mink-er Pop bottles, open doors, chills thru her sphincter, Yea I said it, women ain’t exempt, they still pimp, Workhouse, schoolhouse, even at the gym… You be thinking she exclusive Game so elusive, upsetting Cuz raw is the way that she be letting em Jam out with your clam out, set the can of spam out for dinner Doctor told you that you picked a winner After two weeks of bleeding, chunky ass blisters Swear that you can tear the air in here like a twister And I don’t mean a KFC snack treat Too many baby mamas being bad athletes Cuz every other mutherfukka so crafty They shiftee, iffy, borderline nasty Fecal matter swagger, shitty rerun of Degrassi Cover up your Estee, MAC, Maxi It don’t matter, you creepin so soft Like a pillar to the cater – No cocoon No room, soon for improvement It aint what you do babydoll, it’s how you do it It aint what you do baby doll it’s how you do it Chorus: Creep, creep, creep, creep creep Creep Creep Creep Creep, Cre- Cre Cree Creep, Cre cre creep creep creep…

Love Kill (Remix) (K. Moore, G. Keaton) #1 (Facey) I seen you and that N**** rollin in that Concorde You effin whore I should stick your face inside this lawnmower We been here before, you promised me change But since I got outta jail, you been acting strange/ I keep callin ya phone, you just let it ring I would be a billionaire if love didn’t cost a thing/ Baby on the way, I don’t know what to say I’m lovin you, you lovin me, but all we got Is E.B.T./ The arguments, the cries, steady tellin lies You fukkin b*** do you do this to all them other guys Displayed, was taylor made, and I saved it just for ya’ll Okay Ms. Mother In Law – don’t be scared when she call/ I should take the contents of your body and paint this fukkin wall/ You take me on a natural high, to watch me fukkin fall/ I’m walking away, yet, you beg me to stay I told you all my dreams I guess you just forgot today/ Chorus: She Keep apologizing, telling me lies and Whatever bitch Love Kill The screaming the names, the crying the pain Shit just aint the same Love Kill For betta or worse, who threatened who first? Just pull up the hearse Love Kill I really love you tho, I know you love me tho. I just can’t take it no more. Love Kill #2 (Kaoz) Better hold my mule, I’m bout to break fool On this cheating ass dude, smack ‘em with the tool/ 4 years it true? U fukkin’ with some jail cat That got a baby too? His girlfriend knows and you and her are cool? Cuz she swallowing her sideline man head to shoe? Please somebody call an ambulance, I won’t give this man a chance To live to tell another fukkin’ soul This is how you love a hoe/ Yea I promised that I’d, never beat yo ass But that was before that convict n*** eat yo ass/ Now my friends asking me about you, and yo past Shit, I’m bout to pour the gas, light the match, smash! B*** fuck you and your make-up sex, guess we bout to break-up next You and THUGLOVIN need to guard yo grill, protect ya neck/ I’m loving you, you lusting him, Fukk you fools I’m bustin’ in Poppin off not taking names, I’ll do the bid and take the blame. Chorus: He keep apologizing, tellin me lies and Whatever N**** Love Kill The screaming the names, the crying the blame, Shit just ain’t the same Love Kill For better or worse, everyday the shit hurts Just pull up the hearse Love Kill I really love you tho, I know you love me Hoe! Just can’t take it no mo!!! Love Kill (chorus repeat x3)

Nocturnal Emission (for Stronger) (K. Moore, WayneStarr) #1 Every time I wake, I’m tossin towels on puddles Dirty Harry Scary, kinda leaves me befuddled It’s like I black out, and then I cum, to Ambien, ambiance, now who I’m making love to? If only we would listen, instead of read these visions In the dead of night, hard body, R.E.M’n Eyes closed, wide load, chose to fantasize about those Times we rhymed without, the clothes Can’t rewind so we’re forced to grow Snapshots, now back to the plot, My wet dreams where I’m macking a lot Bulls eye booty, I’m smacking the spot Just like Target I close big lots And acres, first time we met was in Shaker While I was a barista and a baker Kobe Shaq, Los Angeles Lakers, Fingerwave hustlers, alligator players Those were the days, swagga, pain, plight What could I do but dream of you at night Wake up in a puddle draws too tight Sticky yuck, maybe I can get more bang for the buck In the back of the truck, Baby dear, young buck Real thang, give a fuuuuuuuuuuck. Chorus: You know I’ll see you in my… I’ll see you in my dreams, see you in my dreams You know I’ll see you in my… I’ll see you in my dreams, see you in my dreams Bridge: It looks like it’s one of those days Feels like its one of those nights When all I had was you, to keep me warm 2 pairs of shoes to keep me torn Between, I choose YOU. After one month you took the love away, So I play it in the back of my mind… Intentional? Psuedo-whimsical? Bend over, I’ll show ya where my timbs can go…(psyke) #2 But you got away Covered up my ears at your louder gay Two heart bleeding on a subway train, We coulda been the Fire Next Time, one day In another life, time or space, place Coulda spawned a whole ‘nother race Wait Never told you how I felt Too much of a G, easily I melt I felt your words, spirit in the wind Your kindness I’m just rewinding again If I coulda turned back time I woulda been A lil more brave, black is where I fade, Now you are gone to the universe, no pain Memories of you is like umbrellas in the rain You inspire me, to maintain, One day I’ll see you again… (Chorus 3x)

Rhode Island Redd (K. Moore, R. Watson) #1 Rhode Island Redd was notorious for head Suck the claws of a crawfish Lint off a bedspread Dyson, Hoover, fukk with shakers and movers Lames faking maneuvers Painstakingly proven His game, change like Ruben-Rick Mixes be grooving Group thangs and chains Cooch stain remains Shout it out, magic eraser A free baser on the low, dream chased em away Like Speed Racer, don’t play I see danger, smell that shit on your breath like Garlic after dinner, or a mouth fulla meth yep Chorus They call em Rhode Island Redd Rhode Island Redd.x5 #2 Redd passed them headshots across the globe Fret not Pouring loads in a funnel Lubricating his tunnel Fun while it lasts Caboose it must pass the truth Be on blast Demolition smash Destruction, collapse Kill that function perhaps Your tongue is just a trap, Pig with no strap Ironing flat out on ya back That’s tiring Take a break, vacation, cash in that retirement (chorus)

Rosebud* (inspired by Liz Phair’s “Flower” co written by K. Moore) (Chorus) Everytime I see your face You get all wet, between your legs Everytime you pass me by I heave a sigh of pain (repeat throughout) Verse 1 Every time I see your face I think about grabbing you by the waist I want to fuck you like a dog I’ll take you home and make you like it Everything you’ve ever wanted Kill it in the kitchen, leave the house haunted So many things I’d do to you I’d bang you and your sidepiece too You mouth spreads open like a flower Work it babe you have the power Used to wear your hair all the way to your thighs My ding-a-ling’s the perfect “suck me” size You act like a sketchy, addict on hold Every word out your mouth is so Obnoxious, funny, true and mean I want to be your Blow job King I heard you were shy, introspective Giving you the biz, my objective Desperate Fat lips, you can take the Jimmy Swizz fukkin beat it like Remy “when you see me” Every time I see your face I get swole rock, that cock pulsate I want to hump that A*** like a dog I’ll take you home and make you like it Everything you’ve ever wanted, Lemme kill the bones babe, leave the house haunted Everything I’ll do to you Come take me till this dick turns blue… Verse 2 (rap) Ya see, it’s kinda like a vulva But this is not a Two-Lip Definitely not a clover, Something like a seedling, once I work it over The rosebud grows, my kinda low-va You’re kinda twerkin, got my piece jerkin No Jergens, cut that ass apart I’m a surgeon Dr. Quinn, McDreamy Working the f*** out of my muscle so steamy Sauna when I’m on her Brazil to California, Long as we can see the ocean Puffin purple Ganja-wana Pluck the pedals, don’t settle for less, level Sip some amaretto, Keep it smooth not ghetto Love your boobs, you special, A rebel Bass in my walk, and my talk get’s ‘em off Cough, My lust for you runs slow like a sloth I like to be in control, a boos Thick Ross Free zone, ya knees gone? Sleazy like the “Bees in the trap” see-zong Spray the bed with pesticides, Make sure the fleas gone Invasive races of creatures eating the leaves off See it soft, see it hard Make it colored, swiss chard I ain’t been this hard, since gym class I’ll be the effin hero, once you get past My identity, come get with me, come get with me Come get with me. Get with me.

Brother 2 Brother (Feat. Bootz McQueen) (K. moore, R. Watson) #1 Me & my homies was chillin at the Fogo Saw ya man playing low pro with the doe-doe's Ya man was in the middle, sidelined,pitiful Two years ago I woulda read him to the mineral. But he’s a general, bought us all drinks Said he love my 16’s and how they make him think But back to the matter of these birds in my cabana You need to check ya N*** first, Quit being a bamma Biotch #2 Stop the press young boy, where’s your manners? And while we on the subject, where’s your man huh? That’s mistake 1, shoulda checked ya n*** 2 many lames try to game,on me, for me to remember And now you got some balls, hangin hard as platinum Hackey sack sucka, I should put a fukkin bat to em Ya man don’t wear a name-tag, how was I to know That he’s a 10 penis a day Swallowing typa hoe yo? #3 Insert a shortbus joke, Instead I poke holes in you and ya young folk I’m a grown ass man and know my place, Suggest you pick a lane since you hoppin in the race Petty chicken heads get a dick all in their face We can throw effin thangs fukk boy, pick a place Bring some Vaseline for your scars, Cuz I’m Nutso with the knuckles, Disgusting with a slut flow Yo! #4 Closed caption, you’ve done enough speaking You can stop the bitchin, Or you can start leakin! Catch a bloody nose, or catch ya man hoe I don’t keep him n my pocket But I can though Fall the fukk back before it turns into a scandal Word is on the street, I’ll beat the breaks off ya handles Take care of your home, watch your own actions Swear I got it out ya man, But Imma put it back in…

Bukkake (Pronounced Boo – Ka – Key) (K. Moore, J. Young) bukkake 1. noun Variety of fetish that involves repeated ejaculation on a female or male by many (as 8) men. 2. verb To ejaculate on something, especially repeatedly #1 Homophobes I eradicate, Slap em on the ass, Pat-E-Cake, Draw first blood or retaliate Lookin to your stand just to validate Talent aint, what they really want They wanna follow others “what they really on” NO directon, where you really goin? Swamp Thing, Bayou Billy flowin… Influenza, keepin lames skulls at the top of my credenza I suspends disbelief, Depends, You might find your missing teeth Too much to chew, so screw the beef True that’s why you keep losing sleep Listen lil homie, respect my damn BI, I’m as gay as every str8 rapper Saggin Levi’s. (Hook 1) Now turn to the left, turn to the right I bust shots at ya forehead Then put the rest in ya eye, Now turn to the front, turn to the back Ya gotta catch em all homie, Or you gotta come snack… #2 My orientation is still your issue These rap cats be nervous without a pistol A couple of followers you official, Them lames with you be the ones to get you, They gassin you hard, and you forget who – You be fukkin with, Rottweiler to a Shit Zu I’m to the point jabbin you with a pencil Scribble a few lines , erase, then reinvent you I do shows, you screw hoes I do flows you do jokes You get exposed, silly hoax Petty mockery, with no hope You bring bagels, we pack toast And a goon or two with loose screws White Rabbit homie you better choose I dead a competitor can’t lose. (Hook 2) Now turn to left turn to the right, You worried bout ya image, But you deleted on site. Turn to the front, turn to the back Your swag is basic and so wack! Jenna Jameson covered in nut sacks! Chorus Your rhymes, too sloppy Over your face like bukkake Flamin hot cheetos and hot Takis Don’t like it? Then kick some hot rockies! Ya garbage! Too sloppy Bust off on the rappers like Bukkake Str8 from the bottom you cant top me. and I don’t need no crew, Im too motley (repeat) 3# Are you mad at my culture Got murdering some f*** on your quota Something that your dad shoulda told ya, Messing with the right person then you fold up, Now that’s my Christmas gift, You hypocrites cause my stick to shift Hangin to the left with suspense and shit Cool it now homie, New Edition Spit BBD do me, getting all in ya booty Run and tell ya Judy, or whoeva ya crew be Get with the program or sue me, My fear is of no man or fool B, Come down to it it’s either you are me And this foolery ends with a Eulogy… (Hook 3) Chorus x 2