[Spoken Intro]

[Shael Riley]

So, this guy’s like, “I like the lyrics, but your delivery was a little… hoarse.”

[Schäffer the Darklord]

Uh huh…

[Shael Riley]

And no kidding, MC Horse full-on kicks this guy’s head through one of those stage amps

[Schäffer the Darklord]

Wow…

[Shael Riley]

Yeah, I’d never seen anything like-

[Schäffer the Darklord]

Wait, wait, wait. Hey. Hey! Kabuto!

[Kabuto the Python]

Oh, hey, Schaeffer, hey, what’s up you guys?

[Schäffer the Darklord]

Hey. Thanks for inviting us, Kabuto!

[Kabuto the Python]

Aw, absolutely

[Schäffer the Darklord]

This is an absolutely star-studded party!

[Shael Riley]

Yeah, there’s so many rappers in here…

[Schäffer the Darklord]

I can really feel the creative juices humidifying the air in here

[Shael Riley]

Did I ever tell you guys my secret fear?

[Schäffer the Darklord]

Yo, this music is getting me pumped!

[Kabuto the Python]

What’s your secret fear, Shael Riley?

[Shael Riley]

I have this dream that I’m in a huge room full of, like, twenty rappers...

[Kabuto the Python]

Uh huh…

[Shael Riley]

And... one of them just suddenly starts... rapping, and it sets off some kind of... chain reaction, and pretty soon they’re all just… rapping, at- at me-

[Kabuto the Python]

Well, then maybe you’d better get Schäffer-

[Schäffer the Darklord]

Yo…

[Kabuto the Python]

Hey, Schäffer!

[Rapping]

[Schäffer the Darklord]

Yo! Bust into the party with a totally colossal posse

Got a lot of awesome possums feeling awful naughty

Got a pocket-slash-headful of drugs, down and wicked

Call me Ad-Rock, son, cuz I’m about to (Kick it!)

Hop upon the countertops and talk a lot of rotten talk

Pop a lot of bottles copping pot and only rocking socks

A lady knows I’m Schäffer, maybe take her to the rooftop

First I gotta pass the mic before I crash or do shots

[Adam WarRock]

Bottle of Crooked Eye, looking fly, smoking lye

At least that's what they say in them rap songs, amidoinitrite?

I'm flipping a rhyme and killing the mic and keeping it tight, at least I'm

Trying my best to appear like I'm macking some felines

Beelines is made for that party dip, celery sticks

Probably seen me, I'm that kid who's always getting in shit

Down in the South, we'd slow roast some pulled pork

But on the internet, we pull corks with Dual Core

[Int80 (of Dual Core)]

Hey, I see a party (Dual Core!), no way to stop me

Kicking ill raps like my verse knows karate (yeaw!)

Honestly, I'd say there's no blocking me

We've got the best rappers: it's an oligopoly (woah!)

You'd prob'ly be better off with forfeits

See, we bring the sting like a corset of hornets (bzz! bzz!)

Similes are killing me, better rewind

Old school like a honeycomb full of beehives

[SayHi]

Yo. Top of the circle, and I’m prob’ly gon’ hurt you

The punchline has got me looking like I’m boxing with Urkel

I still admit it, though my rap’s insane

Like I’m walking up to crackheads and asking for change

I grab two shots, but they handing me more

Fast forward and I’m taking off her panties, of course

I’m bout to get the sloppy because I’m ramming a Horde

And bust a nut big enough to feed a family of four

[Da Silky Slimz]

[Big Wyrm]

The new improved party worm, Wyrm, you get me?

[Masta Don da Mastodon]

Teach ladies how to sin

[Big Wyrm]

Dudes are learning envy

[Masta Don da Mastodon]

Ain’t a person in the world that’s ready

[Big Wyrm]

So forget ‘em

[Masta Don da Mastodon]

We bringing down the house

[Big Wyrm]

Like Slurms McKenzie

Not having a meet greet

[Masta Don da Mastodon]

We spazzing like neat freaks

[Big Wyrm]

I’m snorting Dune spice off the back of a twi’lek

[Masta Don da Mastodon]

Dive into that blue

[Big Wyrm]

I’ll leave her ass in a deep sleep

[Masta Don da Mastodon]

When Slimz go out to party

[Big Wyrm]

We ain’t back for like three weeks

[Masta Don da Mastodon]

So at the crack of dawn, Masta Don still macking on

Platinum blondes with the matchin’ bras and panties off

We get our beer on

[Big Wyrm]

We hit the beer bong

[Masta Don da Mastodon]

We playin’ beer pong

[Big Wyrm]

Until all the beer’s gone

[Masta Don da Mastodon]

We’re more Irish than Sinead O’Connor’s potato farmer

[Big Wyrm]

Chugging whole kegs

[Masta Don da Mastodon]

Like it ain’t no problem

[Big Wyrm]

Y’all got on ya beer goggles on

[Masta Don da Mastodon]

Lordy lordy

[Big Wyrm]

Slimz got 20/20

[Masta Don da Mastodon]

After forty 40s

[Old Snake Da CQC MC]

DAMN, I didn’t get no Evite

Sneak by security and now they sleep tight

I step up in the party, Lodi Dodi

And probably do shots off of hotties’ bodies

And if, you wanna cock block and stop me

Headshots instead, red dots, you’re dead

La La La La Li Lu Le Lo

No respawns, lay low, this ain’t a game bro

[Beefy]

Oldschool!

Ring the bell and I’ll jump into it quick

I’m barely in your debt because I keep it Lannister rich

I’m the incident that gets ya fired, kicked out of school

So when your girl gets mad I stroll up asking, “How do you do?” (What’s up, boo?)

Beefy T kinda cool, but he ain’t legendary

Leave ya in a cemetery, only tell your secretary

Drop the mic and break it so nobody else can go, yo

It’s out of my control, but that’s the only way I close

[Whoremoans]

Someone tell these dudes they need to quit playing

There’s a full moon out and my spirit animal is Saiyan

Y’all don’t want to see me like a movie starring a Wayans

That isn’t Keenan Ivory or Damon

You told me to drop eight bars

Motherfucker, I don’t count, I just rhyme hard

And when I go soft, I fluff myself

I should have more confidence, as much as I love myself

[The Scrub Club All​-​Stars]

[MadHatter]

Scrub Club in the house, raise up your hands

Grab an energy drink, drop your pants and dance

[Klopfenpop]

Because the sans-pants dance is the stance of the club

And we enhance tracks aptly while advancin’ the love

[Remi-son]

Yo! Taking no pity on people who never show no love

So I raise the stakes high if you want something from us. Yeah!

[King Pheenix]

Da Ro Fus, hold up your cups, watch the bird fly

Inverted perversion of the words turns your third eye

[Viet Vu]

So high, like a bird’s eye, in the midst of flight

Drop bomb rhymes so fly, that’s a skyline

[Maros]

Remind minds, we heavy, our rhymes remain steady ill

Hope your body is ready, we murder beats... lyrikill

[Buc Preston (of Southside)]

My nut sack’s spherical, yeah, I keep it snug

Fuck your ironic roomba, yeah, I keep it smug

[Thunderball (of Southside)]

Dookie taker. Wake and baker

Crack the wax, tall glass, come on out, my Maker’s

[Navi]

They got me sipping that overclocked firewater, gimmie any subject

And I’ll weigh in on a fat mic punkin drublic

By comparison the half wit tip’s so subtle

On some Japanese drill bit gravel pit kerfuffle

‘Cept to cuddle won’t let the flow hover round smooth

In advance, bring days to rue

And I’m sued by Darude for the Sandstorm madlib

But still burning active, no Anatoly Dyatlov

Billy goats paint gruff up in fifty coats

And plagiarize 50 Cent Wikiquotes on sticky notes

Navi knows second nature to the forte -

But y’all cool, me I’m sorbet trays in Norway

Hah!

Yeah we can do this all day

Yeah we can do this all day

We can do this our way

What’s that weed smoke drifting down the hallway?

[Mikal kHill]

Antisocial, cold rock the party?

Nah, rather chill solo

Alright though, you got me here, fuck beer

Where’s the Jack Daniels?

I drink until I’m ‘bout to fucking fly up off the handle

I know you’re gonna dig this

I get ruthless

Kick out the rhythms and I slap your mans toothless

They like, “Who’s this?”

Shit, you show respect

You ain’t seen my name in motherfucking Readers Digest?

I’m the best, goddammit, I’m awesome

Crooked teeth, broke glasses - fuck flossing

It's Mikal kHill, mean mugging like you took my turn

Rapping since I was five but now I’m back to burn

[Sulfur]

I strolled up to the door with a bottle in hand

Half full, cause pregaming was the plan

I could hardly stand, been drinking hard

Made it to the door, already threw up in the yard

Don’t stare, it’s a party right?

I’m trying to throw up hands and get down tonight

To the fright of whoever it was that answered my knock

I walked right in and put my hands on my-- schmock

Not a perv, just don’t know how to dress

Drunk as all high fuck, not trying to impress

Don’t stress--I know you shouldn’t party round kids

Don’t know who let ‘em in, but I kicked ‘em out, you dig?

Feeling big, hit the kitchen for snacks

When the boys in blue stopped me in my tracks

As they cuffed and put me in they car

Saw all my friends chilling in the neighbor's yard

Fuck!

[The Ranger]

Now just lay back and let The Ranger serenade ya

Major player in Australia with some bases in Asia

Rival rappers, meet your maker like you are on Arya Stark’s list

A man’s ready to rock a rhyme, so let me spark this

A guest from NRS to bless the track and if you have to ask

I’ll attack you like I’m Stannis and I’ll stab you with some dragon glass

Stick ‘em with the pointy end, you don’t know, leave the mic alone

Shit, you ain’t fit to sit the Iron Throne, so go on home, nerd!

[Billy the Fridge]

(coughing)

Man, I think I burned the edibles

Can’t eat the medical, eat the high chick’s genitals

Call me the General, the clit Commander

Tongue lashing so fierce I hit innocent bystanders

And my standards don’t really exist

So dirty nerdy girlies come give Billy a kiss

And I really insist that she got awesome breasts

A sight for sore eyes in this sausage fest

[Random]

It’s a party going on and all my buddies are here

I walk in high-stepping over puddles of beer

Now let me cop a squat before I pop a shot

Cuz I like to stay well-rounded, like Oswald Cobblepot

Turn the music up and grab the cutie next to you

Dance ‘til it looks like you’re doing something sexual

Crash to the sectional and pick up the mic

Kick rhymes all night to the party’s delight, well, alright

[Jesse Dangerously]

At the rap party again, I'm Mad Martigan

Cage dancing caveman jester, swag's ancestor

Canada's Sage Francis? Honey, you flatter me

Take chances - save the money for batteries

That's French for drums - you think it's fresh, then come

Get you some... and experience peer pressure from

The best in the room. Enter unassuming? Ha! You been

Sent to your doom, I guess the guests are not human!

[Wordburglar]

Somebody order a burg? Hold the mayo

Kabuto called me up and said, “Come over right away,” so

I grabbed a veggie tray and pop and chips

Never show up empty handed, even brought some dips

Got a new haircut and I ironed my pants

And now the party’s popping like you filled the dryer with cans

Of spraypaint, make way and wake the neighbors

Stay smooth all night like you shaved some ravers

[MC Frontalot]

I'm at Kabuto's! There seems to be a soiree, but I don't do those

How'd this happen to me? Who knows

Front'll hug on the wall, and watch all of you all

‘til the governor calls in the National

Garden Association

To report on what rappers are doing to Kabuto's mom's landscaping

I'm saying that it's out of control

But the whole joint's jumping up and that was your goal

[Kabuto the Python]

Dear everybody--guests that I wrote on the list

Thanks for being on my song, y'all are doper than shit

And whether you be sipping cola or be smoking the piff

You ought to know that this collabo was my Kokoro Wish

Biggest posse track, thought it would be tough to sell

But you all showed up and now I'm chuffed as hell

The guest list definitely stuffed the bill (ho ho ho)

And now we finna party like a Hutt cartel

[Spoken]

Yo. Shael, are you o-

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