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Oh shit, I guess we're starting

The mic is where my heart is

I know what my part is

I hear my own voice

I make my own choice

I guess, we're fuckin' doing it

The horse is out the gates

It's time to start the race

Shoutout to Kathy Bates and also Betty White

All the people, if you're the type

I wanna say that you're equal on the mic

But nobody's equal to me

Nobody is coming for my neck

I am looking for respect

I'm not looking for a check

Unless it is for my friends

That's why we're doing this

To make some pennies

And maybe make amends

Sailors in the sea might get the bends

That is my fuckin' dream

To go with James Cameron in a submarine

To the bottom of the ocean

Rocking forth with the motion

Me and Jimmy Cameron, sipping on some potion

Sharing our emotion

Daring you to fuck with us

At the sea, at a deep water vent

But we don't got the bends, we're not bent

I think that's what I'm meant to do

Me and my crew

Gigantic, looking to cross the sea

For the Titanic

Oh shit, you mean they found it?

Already? They'd abounded with treasure?

Man, that doesn't give me pleasure

I don't know how to measure

How I feel about that shit

But that won't make me quit

In my quest, to scour the deep sea

Like, you and me?

Searching for an angle, mangled

The corpse in the Bermuda Triangle

Maybe looking for Amelia Earhart's plane

We're like "oh, shit, what remains"

And

Then we get to the bottom

Amelia Earhart's like "oh, shit, got em!"

You didn't know, but I was an immortal

I just stepped through this fucking spacetime portal

Shuffled off my fucking mortal coil

Mortal Kombat, you know that I'm oil

All my fuckin' blood, but I got a loyal

And you know, I am not gonna take a foil

To my head in a little tin cap shape

Because you know I'm great

I popped the grape

But I'm not on some conspiracies

I'm just trying to see what's up in the seas

I believe that I will not cease and desist

You cannot resist

When I'm stepping through like gorillas in the mist

I am in Manila, in Hong Kong

In San Francisco, doing a disco

Pop it hot like it's Crisco

But I gotta pace myself

If we're gonna raise this wealth

That's why I flow at this tempo

Hello, I do kempo

In my mind, that's a form of martial arts

But I take, partial starts

And I just gave little partial farts

When I'm shitting on the mic

'Cause you know I got this heart

And you know I got the K-Mart

State-of-the-art mind

But I'm not be-hind

No, I'm way out in the front

Rolling up a 30-foot blunt

And you know I'm not gonna bunt

In a baseball game, I'm gonna hit the dinger

Because I am the rap ringer

I never make the wrong call

And you know, chicks dig the long ball!

I am like (Ah)

They are like (Wow)

Watsky, you cannot stop me

I got no paparazzi

I'm a fucking doorstep

I'm gonna take one more step

And then, take another

Word, to ya mother, word to ya fatha'

Here I am, man, fuckin' camp Granada

Just keep rappin', yada yada yada

Hey, shout-out to fuckin' Jerry Seinfeld

Me and him, it's like a fuckin' mind meld

Or maybe it's more like Larry David

Because you know we're not playing

Shoutout to the Jews, the chosen people

You know that you cannot fuckin' lose

But also, shoutout to the Christians

Shoutout to the agnostics, starting their own missions

You know you cannot stop it

Also, fuckin' shoutout to the Baha'i Faith

Who know we're gonna make way

For the Jehovah's Witnesses

They got their hit list-esses

Walking up to the different fuckin' doors

Saying "Would you like to love God a little more?"

But it kinda sucks, just because of COVID

They can't be making no bids

I heard they're not doing that door-knockin'

But, you know, we're not stoppin'

However you appraise 'em

No, we are fuckin' raising

On the mic I'm fuckin' blazing

If the sun is blazing

I turn into a raisin

I'm bringing this whole craze

For almost two whole days

I don't think that's possible

I don't think that's wise

I don't think that's probable

That is what they say when they look in to my eyes

My momma was afraid for me

She busted in like the maître d

She said "Hello umm"

I don't think you wanna sit here

I don't think you wanna get here

'Cause you might die

You know but then I was like "I gotta try"

I gotta try to do the right thing

Shoutout to Spike Lee

I'm gonna try to get the ring

Try to get the bling

Try to be the king of the long raps

Like I was the dude with the ass raps

Doesn't matter

As long as the people fuckin' clap

As long as we give a little joy

Give em dat'

Then I will cut the crap

I guess I am a believer

And I don't care that I got seizures

I got my fuckin' pills

I'm gonna take 'em right around midnight

So I can get right

I think that's what I gotta do

Shout out to the medical commun-

Itty I just get gritty

I hope my rhymes are not shitty

Umm, mic check are you with me?

Shout-out Bobby and Whitney

But not shout out to the bad things he did

I don't know if I'm gonna have a kid

I don't know if I'm gonna raise a child

But it might be fun they'd be fuckin' wild

They would make be fuckin' smile

They got fuckin' bile and some guts

Everybody does

Everybody got guts

Everybody got nuts

Or half the people maybe like 48.7%

That's about how it went

I think that is the percentage-ish

Of the gender fuckin' separation

Although we know in this nation

Things are fuckin' changin' and you gotta be patient

If you don't understand

I got my fuckin' rhymes on demand

I can run it back

But I'm not allowed to under the rules of Guinness

If I'm trying to fuckin' win this

I will not get winded, I have not rescinded

Anything that I've fucking said

By the end of this shit I'll be fuckin' dead

I'll be seeing red like I said gotta take my meds

That is like Right Said Fred

You just gotta relax

If you wanna come and swing your lyrical battle axe

I don't get lyrical cataracts

So I can see clearly, so I can be dearly

Received, I've got to achieve

Whatever I've got up my sleeve

Whatever I've got in my pouch

Shoutout to pouch, ouch

I pricked my finger, that is not true

But on this mic I will linger for you

And for my crew

This is what I've got to do

I've got to drop it hot for you

'Cause this is why I'm hot

This is why I'm not

Shoutout to Mims

Shoutout to Hims

That's that brand of underwear

That I saw advertised everywhere on the New York subway

I'm drivin' down the one way

I'm cruisin' up the runway

Spreading my wings

Like I am a Cessna

Like I am a chestnut

Roastin' on an open fire, bing!

Crosby, you got me

Me, hot see?

Me Watsky

See?

Sittin' in the hot seat

No, I'm sittin' in the cat-bird seat

But that word, beats droppin' me

And meha coppin'

Shoutout to Frank Macoppin

Playground

In the fuckin' San Francisco SFC

Because you know how this go

We are the best in Dolores Park

We have a chorus singin' in the dark

Hark, the angel

Shoutout to Chuck Rangel

Rangel, I don't remember how to pronounce his name but

In December maybe I will be dismembered

By a fuckin' psychotic type of Santa

Comin' down my chimney

Wavin' fuckin' butcher knives

That’d be fucking crazy

Who is he

Who is this robotic crazy Santa

Oh my ‘lanta

I can’t believe that he’s tryna get me

Instead of giving me presents

I can't believe that he got me on the ground

But I'm like "no I'm Watsky"

And Santa said "oh I was just tryna do this shit to a fucked up type of dude"

But I'm like "that's rude

Santa you've got to improve your fuckin' additude'

Plus I was in the nude

He got me tackled on the ground

My fuckin' whole brood around me

And I got my whole butt out

He's like damn I guess I'll put this knife away

Cut-out

Cut it out like on Full House

John Stamos

John Stains-Most in his pants

But that's okay

We don't judge people who like to dance away the day

If they need a Pepto-Bismol

My throat is not abysmal

This all that I can do is just give this my not screwed-up attempt

I will not repent

And I’m not demented

But I meant it

When I sent it

From my brain

I'm not plain

Im not fuckin' around

I’m not cluckin' the ground

Just right there it’s only two feet

That’s pretty cool man I eat

From that cup right there

The one that’s floatin' up in the air

It’s got a fuckin' strawber-

-ry smoothie

I flow very smoothly

But you cannot do me

Do me, do me like that

I got that roomie type rap

It’s mad philosophical

I just keep on droppin' all

Of the marbles in my brain

They’re comin' out my nose

And then they just remain

On the ground

Even the cat’s eye

That is my favorite fuckin' marble that passed by

Did you know at places

People on the internet watch marble races

I watched one

It was mad fun

I picked the fuckin' blue marble

And my pick wasn't all garbled

It came down the shoot

It was going all fuckin' cool

And then it fuckin scooted past the red one

That kid from The Shining like Red-Rum

Meaning murder

Worder

Wordier

All my flows are so dirtier

Than you could even fuckin' guess

I'm not even fucking stressed

I'm so damn relaxy

Shout out to a Maxi-Pad

For being so absorbent

That's a good fuckin' fuction

My girl's not in her head 'cause she knows it

Put her hands in the air

Maxi Pads doing what they do down there

If you are shaved or if you've got hair

It doesn't matter if you've got a bush or are bare

Do what you wanna

Word to your mama

Your dude can't tell you what you gotta do

Gotta do what you wanna

Make your own choice

With your body or your voice

If you are moist

I know some people don't like that word

Palabra

But you know you gotta like what you like

There was this one time this dude named Ike

Ran to be Prez

And he fuckin' won

Eisenhower, that's what I said

I's a power-rapper

Yes I am

So fuckin' dapper

The clapper

Doesn't work on the lights on this green screen

Man, that would be a dream scene

If I could fuckin' clap and things would fuckin' do what they want

What I want, damn

That would be no scam

I don't eat no Spam

That's 'cause I am a soft boy

And I only eat Bok-Choy

'Cause I'm a little veggie human

And that's what I be doin'

Let me clarify

Like clarified butter

Again, word to your mother

And also not to digress

But I gotta get it off of my chest

Word to Mark Wahlberg

Word to ballers

Wait, okay, let me make my main point

As I rap over this joint

And that is that I don't only eat Bok-Choy

I also eat soy

I also as a Jewish type dude not a goy

Get lots of joy out of eatin' carrots

Out of eatin' broccoli

Out of eatin' lots of trees

Out of smokin' lots of trees

That is true

That is not

I don't smoke a lot

But I do when I party

But during COVID, I party hardly

And I guess that's kinda sad

But I've had some calls with my dad

Paul Watsky

And Claire Watsky

It's rare, stop me

It's not, lots of Sundays

I call my parentals

And I just steal out my fuckin' mentals

But I don't pull out my dentals

I go sometimes I do in a dream

When I am on the scene

And the ghost come and make me scream

It's like you are doing the most

And I gotta fuckin' boast

Shout out to the host, to the boast, the most roast

That is some shit if you take a gander

That was said by Mr. Ned Flanders

Mr. Homer Simpson

I'm the type of dude lots of dudes simps on

They're like “Watsky, I'll do everything for you

I'll white knight for you and your fucking crew”

I'm like “Dude, don't be a simp

Actually, DO be a simp

You could be pimp

You could be wimp

You could fucking walk with a limp

You can have a crimp in your dimp-le”

I just get the whole tent pole

Up in the sky cause I meant

Lots of people can come in

Cause I got a big tent

So if you are a lame

Fucking get bent

And by lame, what I mean in this game

Is the type of person who says that you're lame

Is the type of person who judges

Is the type of person who never budges

When they get stubborn

Cause you know we got to put our fears in the cupboard

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Word!

I think I got this whole thing turn-ed up

But that is bound to happen

34 hours when you keep on rappin'

Some words are going to collide like trains

Coming head to head, but it remains

To be seen that I get back on the track

With the *ratatat* *tat* *tat* when they *clap clap clap*

With my fucking clapping gums

So don't judge me too much if what I say is dumb

Sometimes

Cause I'm not trying to kick any dumb rhymes

But it happens and I think that is the lesson

That you cannot achieve perfection

And it's not even a worthy goal

You just gotta try to put that ball in the hole

More times than not

This is why I'm hot, as I said

But, you know Man's Not Hot?

Although the truth is, I kinda fuckin' am

'Cause I'm goin' kinda fuckin' ham

On the microphone-o oh no

Can't believe he's like Apollo Anton Ohno

Ice skatin' all over the beat

Makin' it repeat

I do not want to beat my meat, on the camera

That would be a bad fuckin' PR move

When I'm all up in the groove with my meat out

They would be like "oh, shout out

That will ruin my career

Is that fuckin' clear?

Showin' his whole rear?

He got fuckin' nakey

Make me, take me

You cannot bake me

In my EZ bake oven

No Sara Lee

I just keep on flowing, so merrily

Verily, forsooth, did he do that shit

Oh shit, man he's in the booth dropping it

He's just Frank Coppin it

And there is no halting' it

I just put some fuckin malt in it

Make it like some Yoo-hoo

Yoo-hoo!

Did you fuckin' boo hoo when I rhymed

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'Cause you could not rhyme

Like I do, do the crime and you know that I'm

Just puttin' lime on top of this shit

And that's lyme with the L-Y-M-E, envy me

'Cause you know when I put it on top

That I am going to make it drop

To the bottom of the urinal

You're all in my brain

And I'm hearing y'all

But I'm not 'cause I'm not seeing comments

I be too scared to see the tools

But I got to just remain bold

And I've got to stay in the hold

My whole nuts life, oh, my nuts

Remember that shit? Remember Gobble Guts?

Remember jungle?

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They got lots of range, they fuckin' levitate

Verbally, vocally, stoking the fire

Of the couress I retired

I feel one year

'Cause when my nuts dropped I did not know clear

See how I could sing, that took many years

Before I try to do with the din

And now I only rapped

And now I only try to cap, no cap

I just try to get that back

That back, uh, back

And I'm gone

Over the fence

No shout out to my pens

You know that goth is a dude who's friends with Lynn Maranda

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I'm sittin' on the veranda

Just sippin' on my water

Lookin' at my ink blotter

Feelin' like the best

Starin' at my Rorschach test

And it's tellin' me some dark crap

It's tellin' some star type of stuff

Like oh shit, I'm gruff

I'm like Scruff, Scruff, Scruff, my gruff

Scruff, my gruff, Chicago, Illinois

6-0-6-5-2 that I'm

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You know that a bat kills

Using sonar

Going through the cave

With the lights pulsing like it is a rave

I am not a knave

In the sense of my evil

I'm like Evel Knievel

I can jump over three mics

With my tiny little bike

I am gettin' funky

Did you see that video yesterday with the monkey

On the motorbike

That pulled that kid down the street, yeah that little tike

It was really scary

I didn't eat for like three hours, you dared me

To, but I said that that video was too weird

A monkey trying to steal a kid, man, this dude's clear-ly

A weird type of simian

Type of chimpanzee, I don't know which one

It was, it was in Jakarta, I think?

I don't know what type of the rink

Of this world that I skate

I repeat that I'm late

To the party

But that means that partly I gotta go hardy

Hardly, not like Tom Hardy

I don't like smarties[?]

This is a smoothie by the way, I'm hardly

Eating nothing, I say

I say, good sir

Would you like to duel?

I'll trade you a mule

I'll trade you a tool

I'm going to school

Going to university

Facing adversity

You're seein' the worst in me

I am not burstin' the

Seams, like memes

I'm eating ice creams

I'm chasing my dreams

I'm just tryna seem like a normal dude

But I'm not chilly like Hormal, rude

I am in the can

You know it is not a stamp

What we're doing is real, no fake news

I cannot make you

I cannot take you

Being so far away

I just plant the seed like a caraway

Like a fucking sesame

I want to give you more besame's

More besame

You though?

Besame mucho, when this is all over

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Space Jam 2, fucking Pawnstars

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What do you feel

[00:50:00]

Man, will it get real?

(00:50:53)

Squidward you had one job

Flipping them burger patties

Rollin' those damn fatties

I wonder what you think

If you try to blink

Man you can just imagine

That you were underground with an fat one

I mean under the ocean rollin' up

Tryin' to light a blunt in the ocean

I don't think that it would light, what emotion

Do you think if you think of Spongebob

Rollin' up under the ground in a pineapple

Under the sea, that is quite snapple [?] of me

To tell you exactly, you see?

I smell you, I feel you, E-40

Would say that to me if it was not so portly

If he was not better

Oh shit, I accidentally insulted E-40

And I was not on purpose

Lord, forgive me, I did not mean this to do this

It just came out of my mouth then it felt the rudest

Even though he's a hero compared to Ham Amazero

I am like Chalamet to De Niro

Dinero, oh shit, shout out to the kid Nero

And Deezus, they are like verbally Jesus

With lots of great writing, Josh fuckin' Gondol, man

Writing that shit, man, you know he's beyond the man

Remember that movie Joanna, man?

I don't think that it was very good

I think that it was sorta weak

But you know that a type of wood is cherry or tea

And yes, I can speak, I'm a freak

Of the week and my beak

Just keeps flappin' and I keep rappin'

I wonder when the beat change will happen

What I keep snappin'

My fingers, I linger

I bring her a pain

I bring this game

To a whole new level

I use a tool like a bevel

Holla without, I am not a devil

I am not a bowl evil

Shout out to all people

All creative people

But not all have the same struggle

You know life's a thugga

War, some people got more

And that is the weird shit

The way that we're living

We don't wanna give in

To the system we were born in

And I hate to horn in

With my own damn opinions

But I don't think rackin' pinions

Steering is the best, man, I'm clearin' out my chest

Now I gotta give you what I think

I don't think you should wear mink

But I think everybody should wear pink

I think everybody should stay hydrated and take a drink

I think that fucking Joel Santana

Cameron were ahead of their time

Damn, thinking purple

Six ones so I can have big fun

I'm gonna ball on the wall

With the lights pulsing like it is a rave

I am not a knave

I'm a fan

And you all know

And you all go at your own damn speed

It's kinda odd

That I'm flowing the dude who loves all this poetery

Not odd

But his name is girad

Whatever he has I'm sure it's a great bod

And up on the scene in between

I wanna shout out sierra steen

And be so adroit

To remember to shout out alex niece from detroit

A type of weed is harissa or is that a type of spice

Either way I wanna shout out Alyssa and she's really nice

Coughs

Shit I grab this water

I keep on flowin hotter

Hide your wives and your daughters

That’s an og meme man

Inkblotter

I can say a whole mouthful

And that’s me

And I gotta give a shout out to ali

And I'm like goddamn

I give a shoul out to autograph man

And like I gave a shout out to

I just wanna amble

Over to there I don't take a gamble

These are the rarest rhymes I ever spit

This is the rarest three I ever hit

From the middle of the court

Driving down the court in jorts

Oh shit, don't tell Guinness

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'Cause I really wanna win-ness

And I really wanna go the distance

All the way to the finish

Shout out to Norwegians and the Finnish

Shout out to dudes who are skittish

And also fucking prudish

I just have a new dish

That I eat everyday for my supper

Shout out to [?]

I'm like a guppy

Swimming around in his tank

Not a puppy

You cannot stop me

But you see that Watsky has got what it takes

To not pump the brakes

He is not gonna ever

Sever the ties that he's got

He's no Severus Snape

The cleverest ape on the mic

And you know that he likes

And you know that he loves

To do what he can

He's no toucan sam

He leads with his nose but he gives no damn

And he is goin' ham

He has got the slam

Weed, I see that

Fuckin' Jeff has got the vinyls

'Cause I was runnin' out of shit to this, say

Time to get some things to feed my brain

Now he's got the fuckin' vinyls and they will remain on the table

I think I have got to take a little piss break

Shout out to Mugatu from Zoolander

The hammer falls more American [?]

I am not needy

My mind's not the bearest

Evangeline, Amy Loo Harris

I'm just stayin' alive

Like The Beatles in '65

If I had all the squares I'd hit bingo

John Paul George and Ringo

England's new phenomenal

Pop group, The Beatles, alley oop

Oh shit, like I said

Tchaikovsky and Watsky, I am at the door

Shoutin' out Symphony Number 9 in E Minor

Open 64

I just do my thing, I just am the shit

Shout out to John Chenner's greatest tits

How do you say his name? I don't really know

I'm just tryin' to grow a little more every day

Great tunes, great flows, no rooms

You know I'm ruthless

This is the family library of great music

I keep flowin'

In part because I am inspired by Beethoven

Hello, Nash

That's what Jeff says, man, I got no [?]

That would be bad, man, I'd fall

Just scratchin' myself, man, but now I stall

I'm talkin' no jive

Just shoutin' out Pablo live

Mary Loo Williams

Take care of yourself

Just do it if you can

Watching is enough

You can just click share o

For how an artist

I'm gonna be frank

I'm not a big fan of hank

A little weirded out

And I really love the

You can leave it there

A taxidermied Iguana XD

This is the coolest gift that I have ever gotten

Now I'm just walking as you hear me talking

Hour Two (1:00:00-1:59:59)

If I was on Facebook then I would poke

Every single one of you, but it's nothing romantic

Shout out to Pacific, to Atlantic

And even the Baltic and the Mediterranean

And I am just an alien

When I'm makin' these rhymes

And I'm feelin' so fine

But it is no crime

And I don't get slime

New beat, turn it up a bit

Let me hear it, I'm just fuckin' with it

And I know that now up on this beat

Max Miller Lauren makin' you move your feet

Got the people buzzin'

Max is my first cousin

Wasn't he in Invisible Inc?

He was, oh, that makes you think

Take a little drink

My other glass clink

I cannot blink

Shout out to Link

From Zelda, Melda

Whole lot of people together held ya

In your arms like the Ocarina

Waka Flocka Flame Ocarina

Ballerina aminda

Keep on going, keep on giving

Keep on living, keep on thriving

On this mic I am surviving

Actually, maybe turn it down at here

'Cause you know I care but

If I rap too loud

I think my voice will go horse

I think my voice will go donkey

I think my voice will go mule

I was just rappin' 'bout high rule

That was the dual wear fuckin' link live that

I just got these big raps

A tiger is a big cat

But I don't give a big crap

Oh shit, he really get that

I don't go tip for tap

I don't hold the grudge

I just keep on droppin', I'm like Harren Judge

He is on the yankees

And I gotta say this frankly

I really miss baseball

And mix all the troubles melt away

But we don't have it on Saturdays

Or Sundays or Mondays or Wednesdays or Tues'

But we just pay our dues

Keep on rockin', keep on rappin' for our crews

Keep on doin' what we can for our friends

'Cause they're gonna be the ones in the end

To hold our hand when everything else melts away

When it all goes dark

You gotta all go back to the people from the ones that you knew at the start

I got a lot of great beats comin'

Goin' and drummin'

From my folks

Crackin' like some yokes

You know that I hope

We're gonna heat, go and drop in this dope

And I never will mope

Evermore like the battle

Forever more Led Zep

Shout out to my dude Shep

He's a real hep cat

Do you fuckin' get that?

He was the best that I ever knew

The best that I ever saw

I'm just droppin' bust, all type rhymes

'Cause you know I gotta do this like I'm

A circular saw when I'm wearin' my Birkin stocks

Used to be that I'd work a lot

Now we work a lot tryna get our tour set up

Again 'cause you know that we got these friends

That are promoters in conserve and you owners

And even the fuckin' stage hens

That y'all make it happen

They gon' make it go

They on, make the gear spin

We're winning together as one

Did you think that this could happen?

Oh shit, I got some fuckin' shoutouts

That I get to really say

But we don't really play

No, we don't do that today

Okay, ouch, ouch, it's the shoutouts

That I gotta give to the Beatrice Teer

So everybody knows that if you wanna go

Get a shoutout, is this too on the nose?

You gotta go to watskyrelief dot com

Where you can drop those financial bombs

Pay us some owns, pays us some respects

And at the ten dollar level you get what's next

That is for meet up, say your name on the stream

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Never flippin' the bird

Never droppin' a turd

Never gettin' so scurred

That my vision is blurred

Just to keep goin

Just to keep hoping

Just to keep ropin

All of these cattle

Doing this battle

Good against evil

Never gonna leave

Never gonna be

A dude named Steve

I'm never gonna change the name

I'm gonna change the game

You think you can stop me but you can't

I'm outta control like an ant

Hour Three (2:00:00-2:59:59)

I wonder, I've got this doubt

To my girlfriend I'll shout

Amber, do you think I'm saying "fuck" too much on the stream? I'm saying "fuckin'" a lot

Did that make 'em scream?

That's cool, say it fuckin' more

Oh curl, oh curl, like Cardi B

I put glow hardly into this dark night, man, I'm saying

Fucking, fucking, fucking, fucking, man, I'm sprayin'

Man, over this concrete

On this fucking dope beat

Oh shit, this is ham

Pin me in, this is the one I begin

To flow easily

This flow is so easy, see

No Eazy-E

You are all pleasing me

It's no

[2:13:08] start

Is the place that I rap

My throat sounds like I got strap

I got a limp in my step

But I don't ever dip

And I don't wear a slip

I gotta keep it up at the same clip

I woke up with a headache

But I still felt pretty relaxed

I knew in a couple hours

[2:16:00] start

Because he was pouring sweat

A whole bunch of pictures

People thought he looked really bad

Looked really sweaty

They didn't elect him

Because he had

A real bad demeanor

And betweener

All of us

That's just politucs

What do we got next?

What's a history lesson in which the people can be blessed?

Looks like a big battleship

I'm not rattled if

That's what you think

I hope you don't blink

I don't know what this is all about

A hairdresser, man, I'm callin' out

And we're the confessor

All upon my dresser

I will not pester you

And I will not tester

There's some boobies in this pic

That's cool, free the nipple, man, that's real slick

Honestly, the male nipple and the female nipple

I don't really get the difference, man, is it that simple?

Why is one obscene?

Why is one unclean?

I guess that's just what we could talk to think

That stinks

This is a dude clean, fucking clear net

I wonder who is it yet

He's in Paris

That's very romantic

They're across the Atlantic

Oh shit, this is the grassy knoll

That's the picture that I hold

That's the day JFK got popped

In its open top car he was shot

When he rolled up in Dallas

And a shooter on the hill has such malice

And he shot him and he died

That was really sad, I know my mom cried

She was in shock 'cause a little child

Man, for the whole nation that must've been wild

And there's RFK

No wait, that's wrong

You know I don't play, that's his son

RFK is here

Kennedy's son is here, man, saluting near to his father

This is the Pope

I think that's right

Gettin' harder, it's dope

Oh that's wrong, it's Irish play ride John OKC

Get all these facts right, man, you can't make me

Being wrong, that's my emo

On this mic I just spit more emo

Will I stop? I just say heck no

Yeah, here is the Pope

I guess that's just the coincidence he was on the next page, that's dope

I'm not at the end of my rope

At my rope I'm at the beginning

On the path to winning

Here's the cover about Uranus

Here's a dude swinging his kids

Around with his arms

I think that's good parenting

I think you gotta let kids do their own harm

And make their own mistakes

Man, you can't treat them a kid, glubs

That would not be great

Not at my best

But that's cool off my chest

Off my mind, can't expect to be perfect

Who just gotta keep it

Moon event, you gotta have, make it

Go, you gotta take it so slow

If you're gonna cross the finish line

If you're gonna get in time

Oh shit, it's the Fab 4

Yeah, The Beatles, that's more incredible

Than you could believe

Look at John Lennon with his crazy fuckin' sleeves

His military shirt, is that Audrey Hepburn?

I think that is, man, I'm no half stepper

What I think that was, the jacket from that campaign

You can't tell me that that's lame

So iconic

Wow, it's demonic

Harry Belafonte? That's incredible

Man, practically edible

Damn, I don't know

Woodstock, should be Hetrix

Who knows? You could blow

Wow, there's a lot of top list stuff in this book

I think that's great, man, that's not rough, look

I would show you if I wouldn't get flagged by YouTube

I'm on my sauce like shoyu, so sauce and you know that

This looks like million

A heart, I could heal one

[2:46:04] start

I have just begun

And I have not yet won

I have not yet stopped

I have not yet ceased

And I am not creased

I am not diseased

I am not leavin'

I have no bee sting on my head

I am just beasting until I'm dead

I make them see red

I have not been bled

Thank you [to person off screen]

Of all my hope

You know I just go and vote with my mind

I also vote absentee

Yeah, actually

I'm still a voter in the San Francisco 415

Prolly will be 'til the day I die

'Cause my mom is up on local politics

You know I gotta want it

You know I gotta put it straight

I got this bee in my bonnet

Me? I am not going to just stop

And drop

And stop-drop-and-roll

That’s what they teach you to do

When you’re on fire to hold

I’m on fire, I’m old

I break the fuckin’ mold

I only spit gold

I only spit cold

Again, I have not been Rick Rolled

Let’s see what the scrabble dictionary got

I hope it’s got some words that’re hot

To put up in my pot

So I can stir them 'til I'm not

Dead

This word is Amboli

I don't know what that means, but it rhymes with holy

No power

For this word that says embower

A lot of these words

I won't know

Because I'm not that smart man, yo

This next word is jackal

I have got such sack, I'll

Keep on goin'

The next word is jacket

They wonder, can I hack it?

They wonder, can I do it?

Will the flow stay under so fluid?

This next word is jade

I do not get paid from this stream

I just got to scream

I just got to seem

Like I'm not a jaguar

I'm not quite a rap star

But I'm famous in my own mind

I am feelin' so fine

The next word is Jakes

I've got what it takes

The next word is jaundice

I didn't know that was on list

The next word is Job Owner

Uh, okay homer

Um, okay boomer

I think I am doomed, or

Something like that

But my rap has to keep goin'

It cannot stop for a moment

The next word is jeep

All these fuckin' words, man

I toss 'em in a heap

I'm not allowed to sleep

I would not make a peep

If the sandman came and sprinkled sand dust

In my eye

I would be like

"What the fuck, guy?"

Why'd you sprinkle sleep dust in my eye

That is going to make me stay awake

Man, I try

To go to sleep but this

Goddamn jackass sprinkling sleep dust in my face, man

That is really messed up

It’s the whackest

That does not make me feel jolly

I like Buddy Holly

From Weezer AND the dude

I hope that's not rude

I hope you been brewed

Houston, where they're chopped and screwed

Houston, do we have a problem?

Am I on one?

Man, I'm not gonna go 'til I drop

The next word is judicare and judicial and judo

Shout out to my dude Budo

From Seattle

Kickin' this battle

I will not have a death rattle

The next word is jungly

My own ambitions punish me

Next word is junkey

Some days I feel spunky

Some days a feel funky

I'm just a weird monkey

The next word is jubon

Did you buy this book with a coupon?

Did you get your gray poupon?

I'm not somethin' to poop on

So if a pigeon flies up to me outside

I be like "Man, your wings are how wide?"

And be like "Aw, not as wide as a condor."

But if you like me, you can take a gander

Out in gondor with the rings

Where they have the legend and the three kings

Man, I'm still beasting

The next word is kaiser

I am releasing all of my tension

I cannot mention

The next word is Kame

And Kamela, and Kain

The next word is Kanji

Did y'all see Jumanji?

I only saw the first one

I don't know if the next one was the worst one

The next word is Kappa

Y'all remember PaRappa the Rapper?

Dude was cool, he had a beanie kinda like mine

And he had some tight rhymes

Was he a dog or a rat?

I don't remember what animal that dude had

In his genome

Y'all wanna see me home

I just keep goin' and goin' and goin'

Don't quit it

I just hit it this rhythm

And tried to get wid, umm

I cannot sit, umm

Never gonna stand up

Man, I put my hand up

The next word in here is kept

To my feet I haven't leapt

But I am not stressed

The next word is keypad

Y'all can't see me mad

Y'all can't see me bad

Next word is key

This what I'm spittin' it's

[2:52:26] end

[2:58:00] start

Bring the sword out of my shealth

Now we got leaker

It's coming right out of the speakers

Shout out to the L.A. Leakers

Having some dope rhyme spitters on the mic, good speakers

This is lettin'

And you know I'm not steppin'

This is [layerage?]

I get up in the fridge 'cause I'm cold

The next word is least

I gotta rise like heased

I gotta rise, I'm a beast

Now the beast is released

The next word is leghold

I gotta stay bold

Bring a mile up the cold

I will never scold you

I just wanna make you feel good

Like Dr. Feel Good, I hear you

I will not steal you away

But what you wanna do? Hey

The next word legendary

Oh yes, yes, it's me

The next word is lentisk

I have not been this

Out of shape, do you relate?

Can you penetrate what I have got

Hour Four (3:00:00-3:59:59)

[3:00:55] start

I'm not a scarecrow

I have a rare load

On my back but I don't say so

We bake bread like loaves

You know that we goes

The best the next is live trap

I'm just on the mic, that

Is what I gotta say

I have to play

The game that you make me

But you cannot fake me

The next word is lobeless

Like an earlobe? No, it's

Kinda weird to be lobeless

No stress, man, shout out to Paso Robles

Shout out to Encinitas

Shout out to Lagunitas

Shout out to Alameda

Emeryville and everything between ya

Also L.A

That's where I live right now, man, so hey

This is the city that I call home

I just spit a tall poem

Fuckin' epic poetry

Gotta keep it going

Like Homer, like the Odyssey, Iliad

Hey, man, why you fuckin' really mad?

Do you think I am a silly lad?

Just because I got a lilypad?

That I hop from, like a little froggy

I say wassup to my doggies

I spit a lil rhyme morsel

Until I get hoarse or

Not, I gotta give you what I got

I'm comin' for all the loot

You know I wanna freakin' scoot

[3:01:42] end

[3:28:52] start

(The below names are repeated in the Hour Eight section alphabetically, if you're unsure of spelling check there)

(transcribed by AI, pretty darn good but feel free to delete)

I want to say Sheila Robertson

You're the best

You're no healer

But Sheila, you got your fucking shield up

I want to see

If I could shout out to be its grave

As I have to shout out Mr. Dr. Dave

No hide, no Jekyll

Shout out to freckles

And no tooshie

Is getting hurt when I shout Taki Yamaguchi

I just keep building

Big ups to Jake Dylan

And yes, yes, happily

I will send more love to Shannon B

It's not awful

When I shout out to Nia Cophos

I'm a believer

Shout out to Riva, shout out Hillel slot machine

That is mean, shout to grow dude

No attitude, shout out to Callum

I've got no callous

Dayum, shout to Mill hand be

You've got me feeling so gramcb

Shout to that Crystal Queen

And everybody who's in between

This next one's Cal Koosh Koosh rank count coup shrank cow crucial shrank. That's dank

I don't know if I said that right

I probably didn't, I probably just had a blight

When I did that, oh well

Shout out to Michelle and Mattias W and healing your he lived my whole damn Soul making me feel so swole. Shout out to Havala Grace

We were in acting school, man, we cannot be replaced

Ever said lawyers who

We are the best, hoo

Do you think you are like the owl goes hoo in the barn?

I am shouting out to Dominic

You know, you got a quick shout out, Katie

You can't make me not shout out Lena and Lars

Because I'm coming on these goddamn bars

Michael James and Melissa, hope you listen

Hope one Camaro doesn't glisten

In the sun and shine, shout out to Han

You are truly the human

Shout out to Patrick Cosilla[?]

I gotta say you are so rilla

Shout out to Ben Appel

Emerson love, oh well, oh well, hell yeah

Shout out to Glenn Crumb

You've got the syndrome of being so fresh

And shout out to Alice

Raising my chalice to you

Hope you're in your palace

Doing what you do

Shout out to Mullen[?]

Shout out to Marissa Cullen[?]

You are too lit

Shout out to Moon Lit

You know that you do it so great

Shout out to Mitchell [?]

Shout out to Obama

And yo mama

You can't tell me

That I shouldn't shout out Ryan and Selby

I got this giddy flow

As I'm shoutin' out Giddy Video

I'm not timid, I gotta tell it

I gotta keep going, man, I'm [?]

Shout out to Tommy Sco

Shout out to the Sco

You know that you probably know

That you're dope, shout out to [?]

I do it so tall

I got this on my playlist

I wanna shout out Corney Davis

I gotta send you dope regards

And you know wealth is health

I'm coming in with the stealth

Like a ninja-smooth

You know you can't move

When I sneak up behind ya

Need I remind ya?

I am a legend in my own mind

I'm feeling so fine

Oh, that's my ego

Oh shit, now he go

Poppin' up, being weird

But you know it appeared

At my point I might not get

Another chance even yet

I'm just grateful to be doing what I love

Doing what I came for

This is what I play for

I just wanna make more room

To be up at noon

To be sleeping by the doom

By the gong of the clock

Shoutout to my dude Bach

Young Johan Sebastian, you know he is passin' go on the monopoly board

I'm never cutting the cord

I came and I scored

No, I am four

The next word is scorpio, I've got the more flow

The next word thematic: I hope you don't give me static

Now we got thesbian: he is the best vegan

And don't stop, don't quit or cease

You know I release

...

Can't believe that's in the scrabble dictionary, yes

The next word Volt

Harry Potter got a damn boat

In the middle of his forehead

But now he who not be named as fuckin' more dead

Than he thought that he would be

That was real trickly

I just got the weakest type of flow

That's a live, man, it is so strong

It is so tough and rough

Man, I am so buff

Already shouted out Scruff, my gruff

But shout out to dogs who fight crime

All over the world

You know that I'm so proud of 'em

All the animals fighting crime

Doing what they gotta

I'm not a pot, nah

I'm not a witness

You're not on a hit list

I will not expel

Like Rapunzel I just rappel

Down from the power out on her hair

Can I get some smoothie, man?

I don't know dude, I'm just tryna save the smoothie for as long as I can

I feel like an elephant, would...

But no shout out to haliburton

No shoutout to the iron curtain

I gotta mention someday I was in detention

But now I gotta rise and hit true ascension

Get uptop, as high as I can go at the pace that I flow ... Like a horse...

I don't boast or brag, that's not true, I'm a goddamn Stag

You could put me out the stud

And I won't be a dud

I won't rap crud

I won't just give you mud

[end: 3:58:34]

I wanna say hello to the clientele donating

Man, you're making me glad

You're making me so happy like

Man, I'm like a dad seeing his son hit a homer

Yes, man, I've run over

Like Red Rover

Hour Five (4:00:00-4:59:59)

I'm not a stofer's meal

You can microwave me

You cannot take me out back and give me forty lashes with a wet noodle

The whole kitten caboodle

Once they're coming, bust my chops

But I tell a man that they better stop

Shout out to the lady

Who did Lambchop, she was fuckin' crazy

Oh shit, newbie, new he

To bring 'em Julie and Lay, man, he get some

Snare

And the real g the inanimate___

They saved them all from dying but I'm not lying

It's like Star Wars

I see all these dudes coming through with their lightsabers

They are not makers of dreams

I see that these are going in reverse order to me

Well, this crazy

Hour Six (5:00:00-5:59:59)

The first Disney Channel movie if you were not lazy

And you were fuckin' alive in 1983

You know Tiger Town would've been on your screen

Next in '84, I say

The movie from Disney was Love Leads the Way

And I don't wanna fight

But in '97 Disney made The Northern Lights

And then oh crap

My friend was in this mummy movie on the raps

1997, heaven

You see me in the 7/11

I wanna tell you, I wanna smell you

I wanna fuckin' call 'em and ask for more volume

On the monitor

That would be really great, that would be the thermometer

[05:29:20] start

You just wanna make me on

I think these names are too hard to pronounce

So I'm gonna put them just out

But I appreciate it

That was a good idea

That's quite clear when I'm rappin' this fear

I gotta look and it near

For one I see, weird

All in this together

I think I'll lean back and then I'll just weather

A bit of this beat like this

As it repeats

Until I have to go piss again

Man, when I piss again

I think I could fill up all of Lake Michigan

Or maybe only Lake Erie

But that'll be when you beer me

I could fill up all the Great Lakes

That would be a great tape

I'll set six fuckin' records in one

That would be some great fun

I think that you make one

And the two and then you just try to drum

On your chest like the drummer boy

I just come 'cause the dumbest Doy

Dude is not the rude

Person who stuck a finger in my eye with the toot

I come to the beat

To the rescue and then I just repeat

I won't miscue

I will miss you

I need no tissue

That's not the issue

If you wanna tell me

What to do you got the ring like the Belford human tolls

I'm tryna come bold

With no [?]

And the bigger the hole

The more that I'm likely to sink it in

I sink it in like the teeth when I'm gettin' the slim

Lead like I am tiger on the green

From the T to the green, man, I'm in

And everywhere in between

I barely hit the fair way

But I can parlay what I need to

'Cause it's not related

When I rack these beats I'm see-through

And my intentions

Did I mention? That were trying to go

For so god... long

That we'll sing a song

That cannot be wrong

I'm here just to rock

But I cannot talk

I cannot stop

Until my jaws locked

Like I've got the mumps

The fuckin' beat bumps

So move your damn rumps

Move your damn

[05:30:25] end

Hour Seven (6:00:00-6:59:59)

6:04

Am I going to hell? I say that will be swell, just keep the contium bc that's what I am doing um. Doing these treats...I rip this mic I still like I am...

Silence is not what I'm going to have like a lamb

...

You cannot burst me like a water balloon I've been so damn thirsty

...

[06:58:48] start

The beat gets fatter

And I just pitter

Patter, keep on going

And keep on rhyming and flowing

I'm in the zone

I'm not knowing

What time zone I am in

I am slim

I am set to begin

I'm wi-nning

Just by showing up at the door

Raisin my fuckin' hand

Asking for fuckin' more

Servings

Of ass-kickings

Yes, sir, I'll have another

I'm masking my fuckin' fear of

Not knowing my brother but that's okay

Everybody gotta go their own way

You gotta do what you can and love who you love

And your choices are your own choices, no-one above

Cool, thank you, okay, great

Thanks for giving this to me

Gotta set it straight

So, this is alphabetical order

This is every name from the beginning

Okay, I’m - not no hoarder -

But, after this, can we maybe start again, new, fresh?

That’s great

Okay, yes, now I’m going to do this

Bless all of you

You are unruly

Shout out to my crew

Now all these names

Shout out to Jeff

Everybody say hi, he is the best

Hour Eight (7:00:00-7:59:59)

Amber’s doing her thing

Showing so much love

I feel so great, man

No bugs

So, okay, on

To these Beatrice prompts

Starting from the beginning

Cause all of you are really winning

I am not rattled

Shouting out to Aqua Pineapples

I’m not going to Yuma

But shout outs to 12 Chickens from Montezuma

And I won’t say fuck it

Shout out to A Cat Named Nugget

And know that is all

Shout out to my dude Admiral

And I gotta get it quick

Shout out to Al (?) Rick

And you know that I’m off

When I shout out Alex Kanauff

Leave him in the dark

Shout out Alex Mark

But I want the peace

So shout out Alex Niece

I’m just getting this

This respect is it

I just take the pill son

Red or blue, shout out Alfredo v Wilson

No malice, shout out to fuckin’ Alice

Almost fuckin’ lost it

Shout out to Alice Faucet

And I mean to

Shout out to Alina

I am the reverend

And I’m gonna say, shout out to Alison Blevens

I flow all day wrong-long

Shout out Alison Ramsey, she says to stay strong

I tore my oblique

Saying that rhyme

Shout out to Alisa Ashelique

Feelin’ like a baller

Mega shout out to Alysa Knawler

Holler!

Tiny dancer

Shout out to Amber

Deep in the camper

Was that you?

Bling bling, I am a king

Shout out to Ang E King

That’s got a nice ring

I gotta thank all of you

And also Augustus fuckin’ Trankle

And also Austin Gamble

Two names in a row that rhymed, wow

I can’t handle, it

My name’s not Harold

But I gotta shout out Avery Fitzgerald

I got to [07:02:26][?], rolla

Shout out to Barba [07:02:28] [?]

Barba ([?], as above)

Now I’m gonna say shout out to the city of Nola

I am not a leaker

Shouts to Beaker

I’m in this rally

Shouts to Bedmo in Cali

Y’all can’t see

Shouts to B, and to Ben

I begin to repel

From these lyrical heights

Shout to Benapel

That dude is really swell

Oh shit, man, this again

Shout out to Benjamin Cole from Michigan

Poppin’ crystal, I am a bit slim

But I wanna give a shout out to Big Jim

And I’m bringing such joy

Gotta shout to Birdy Boy

I play you like an Atari

I am gonna shout out to Bluari

I’m feeling my youth

As I go, shout out to this Bluebooth

Bok choy soft boy

Bowl of fuckin’ soup

You know I’m on one

Bowlder Colorado

I got those

Names in there, and I do care

But shout out to my dude Brad Simpson

What a pimp, son

Shout out to my dude, fuckin' Howie Mandel

And also my dude Braden Lawie

They are alike, can he

Keep going, but will he shout out Branden Hamby?

Yes I did

And I just shout to Brant and Kenzy

And then I keep rappin' in a frenzy

Hittin' the right notes

As I shout, [07:04:04] [?]

I come down from above

I gotta give a big shout to Bria Love

In the kitchen, too many cooks

But as you listen, oh not too many Brian Brooks

I am not an old man (yet)

But I shout out to Brian P Goldman

What a vet

Damn, in a minute I'ma shout out

Briana Buchanan

Got a hundred grand

Says that I will shout out Briana fuckin' Tran

Money like a Visa

Shout out to Brisa

But I'm just on my D

'Cause I wanna shout out Brawn Windy

Woah, shout out to Brother Nature

Is that really Brother Nature?

That's so sick, I'll make sure

You think so?

That'd be pretty cool

Gotta see if it's true, take him to fuckin' school

Well, he could take me to fuckin' school, that's true

Now I'm gonna get back on the shout outs man, I rule-- he rules. [Laughs]

I'm in the game, I'm heavy in the brain

Shout out to Bruce Shane

And you know that I don't stress

But I gotta shout out to BTDDS

On the couch like a blob

Big shout out to Buh-Bob

I'm hitting these beats like a fungo

But I gotta shout out this next person, Bungo!

But I am not failing, ya

Shout out to Caitlin Porter from Australia

I just getting my reps

As I'm shouting out this dude, Caleb Eps

Soft like velum

Damn, I shout out my dude Callum

Tell him, he's so fresh

And Cassidy Cotilla

You are the rila

One A gorilla

When it comes to being a friend of donations

Thank you for your support of the nation

And you know that daddy

I gotta shout out Sidaddy Maddy

Champion, my dog, is the best

This not a slog

I have no fatigue

When I gotta shout out my dude Charles League

But I gotta say hey to Che

And you tell me to shout out to Chelsea

And you put me in a position to shout out Chool Kaputtsky

What's up? And thanks for the patches and dope shit

You're fuckin' really cool, I hope you know it

But I gotta

Come from my medulla oblongata

Shout out to Chris and Ramona Mada

And my biggest simple wish

Is to give a shout out to this dude Chris Fish

And I gotta raise the roof

As I shout out to my dude Chris Floof

That's awesome [Laughs]

You know I say this

As I shout out another Chris, Chris Jones from Vegas

And from the Bay

I shout to Clay

I am no pisher

Shouts to Colin Swisher

I deliver, with my ray gun

Like an alien as I shout out the city of Copenhagen

I say this

Shout out to Courtney Davis

I am tough

Shout out to Cream Puff

You can see me

Shout out to Cyphen CG

I’ve got - I live life con brio

So shout out to D-Man and the trio

I don’t hesitate

To shout out my main fuckin’ man Daiman Kaites

And I gotta shout out to Dana

Shout out to Daniel F, a playa

In my head and respect every day

I don't cease

But also shout out to Daniel Gilease

Oh, no, shouts to David Ho

Too cool, shouts to Dawson Hool

I play this, I shout out to Deana Chavis

I go berserk as I shout to De Burke

I'm deep in the cuts as I shout out Deez Nuts

Shout out to Barlowe, and Devin Harlow

You know I'm mean in the scene

And I shout Devin and Deans

I go through this list, I shout Drew

I admit, I'm a shark, like a Mako

Shouts to Diego

I'm on, yo

Got like a shout out to Dmitri of Toronto

I wonder if they're related to Pat Dmitri

I don't know man, they can't even see me

Probably not

I just smile a bit

As I shout out DJ Nihilist

I got no regard for you

As I shout out Do Regard

Do Regard, man, I am going hard

I will never call it quits

Double shout out to Dominic, fuckin' Dominic

Who he is?

Light a fuckin' doobie, doobie is

He crazy, man, he jizz

Every time he go, he's in love with his flow

He's a slave to the beat, shout out to Dr Dave

Don't relax, shout to Drew Max

Go harder, shout out to drink water

Okay, I will

I'll listen to your skill of persuasion

As I go in I'm saying

I keep on baying

Out 'cause you know I just am relaying

In the brain

I remain

Insane

But I'm sayin'

Shout out to Dylon Maine

And my slim, shout out to Ekin

Shout out to the boss, Elen Ross

As I say with my vox

I gotta say, no stranger

Shout out to Elena

And release

Shout out to Elese

And your hill to die on is my girl Elon Morel

And I get a lift

From the moment that I get to shout Ellie Smith

And you are really healing me

Shout out to Elliot from New Zealand

And pulling my verbal chariot

Shout out to Emily Iscariot

Damn it

Shout out to Emmet

Shout out to epileptics all on the optics

Shout out to Epic

Yup, can't fuckin stop this

I just fuckin' keep going and I fuckin’ rock this

Flow

I smoke on the hemp

Shout to Eron Kemp

Y'all can't believe

When I stare at ya

And shout Eryca Marie

Eryca Marie! Can you see me?

Did I mention, I'm from the bay

When I say shout out to Eustacia K

I hear they're making Dune

My name's George, but shout out to Forge Lord Fewn

Do you remember Gak?

On Nickelodeon, hey, shouts out to Frack

I do what it do with my ute

Everybody shout to Francis Flute

I swing from these verbal vines like Tarzan

Shout out to Frank the tank, fuckin’ Marzan

I’m no Hyde, no Jekyll, shout out to freckles

I am feeling feckless and reckless

I am in a whirlwind

Shout out to all my friends from Berlin

I'm on ya

Like all the people I wanna shout out from Northwest Iowa

Right now I've got a hot hand

On the mic so I'm sending shouts to Scotland

I am fuckin' goin, damn, ham

So I'm shouting out this dude, Frothingham

I am not human, I'm the Terminator

So shout out to Furman

He is just doing the goddamn thing

So I wanna say, do not pull my strings

Like I said, how now brown cow

Gotta send this shout out to Gabbo the clown from downtown

How are you doing

Wanna send a shout out to Gabriel Howard

You ruined my fuckin' chance of not saying your name

But now I did the dance and now I got-gotta play

I'm a little giddy ho

And I wanna shout out to Giddy Video

I'm feeling like a squirrel

Shout out to Gilroy's World

I'm not dumb

Shouts to Glynn Crumb

Hey, Go Devils

Go Red Devils

I am on the level

UHS, that's my high school, I got no stress

I wanna get paid for my friends

Shout out to Gold Grenade

I am not gonna end

Sayin in the studi-o

Gotta shout out my friend fuckin’ Gooby, yo

Are you Gooby? Oh shit, man, that is legendary

Man I gotta kill it, shout to Grant Philips

I'm getting smelly on the mic, shouts to Gregory Kelly

I fuckin' like you

Shout to Grow Dude

I got the know 'tude

Shout out to gurns

And all my hernias I got as I burn

I am the man

Shout out to Han

Damn a

Really big shout out to Hannah

And to get more specific from the boy

Damn I wanna send a shout out to Hannah Joy

And shout out to Judge Judy

And I wanna say, happy birthday Trudy

Happy birthday, I get no flack, son

Wanna send a shout out to Harry Jackson

Shout out to your mother and fadder and your daughter

And also shout out to Harry Potter

Hey, winning this race, my friend Havel of Grace

I do remain, shouting out Hayley Jane C

I gotta shout Heather B

And my dude with the other last name initial Henry P

Oh no, he is gonna go so long on this dope flow

Shout out to Hernando de Soto

And he's getting real clean

Shout out to the Hit lil’ slot machine

But I'm gonna get silly

Shout to Hole Willy

I don't back out, but I shout out

Fuckin' Holly Stackhouse

I get really really cool

Gonna shout out to Hussar, all in the school

I do it pronto

Shout out to Ian Taunto

You are so bonito

And bellow

I want to shout out Imogen Soutos Costello

In the brain

Shout out to Indie Rain

And them my man Ivan

And you know I’m on

I want to shout out to Jay Levon

You cannot cap me

Shout out to my friend Rodriguez Jackie

Shout out to my friend Hayden

And also my son Jayden

And this is a web URL I’m illin’

Shout out to jaykedillon.co

Oh

Go to that URL if you want to, so

Free advertising, ten bucks, shucks

That’s a good deal

Will I heal? I’ll just keep going, that’s real

I’m not lame

Shout out to James Robertson

He’s not my son, does he have one? I don’t know

But shout out to Jane

And if I’m not in ya mind

Shout out to Jay D from Virginia, behind

You, tap tap, did you see me?

Oh no, that’s unseemingly

He goes so fresh man, he flows

He, he, shout out to Jayleen Z

But I gotta leave the past behind

Shout out to Jaycee the mastermind

Shout out to my belly, from eating this pasta

And shout out to Jelly

I carry a rare load

On my back, shout out to Jen Cisneros

I am no decoy

Shout out to Jerod, McDonald Evoy

I am no half-stepper

But shout out to this dude, fuckin’ Jesper

And you know I keep on

Shout out to Jess Schwall

And say yes, y’all, yes yes y’all

And shout to Jess, the best, but also, a mess

Yo, if I was on Facebook, I’d give you a poke

Jessie Gotchall says Stay Strong As An Oak

Everything is A-OK

And it’s A-OK

‘cause I’m feelin’ like I don’t play

‘Cause everybody in this chat is equal

Biggidy big ups to Jiggidy Jay Peoples

I got an inkling

I’m about to send a shout out to Jinking

Shout out to Obama

And also Joe Mama

And also Joe, Michelle, and fuckin’ Beadle [?] [07:16:20] [?]

You can’t put a camel through the eye of a needle

I’m not tacky like Helga Pataki but shouts to Joe Mackie

Shout out to yo mom

Shout out to Joe Hawn

I’m not a belchner-

I’m not a belcher

But shouts to Johnathan Chilchner

And I say

Shouts to Johnnie Ray

I gotta shout out my dude Josh Buck Walter

The buck stops with him, he won’t falter

He’s so ill

Also, shouts to Joshua ‘The Scrub’ Marsell

Hey, see, also shout out to JP

Yo, he’s better than a fuckin’ old Camaro

Shout to Juan DeMarro

You are tearing me a new one

Shout out to Just Jeremy, I’m drawing a blank

When I gotta shout out to Kal Kool Shrank

Katnap, shout out to you

Yes I did that

Shout to Kate W

I don’t mean to trouble you

Lately, shout out to Katie

And it’s her sister, Katie Stitzer

Making me feel so good

Shouts to Kaitlin Ekin

Yo, I’m say-o

Shout out to Katrina Matteo

I feel on the wheels of steel

My brother Max Miller Lauren

Shout outs to Katrina Zeals

Shout out to the creep dude Dawson

Shout out to my girl Katie Lawson

Shout out to all these names that remain

And that includes this person, Kalie Jane

You know I’m stealing this damn record

Shout out to Keelin

Shout out to Keyes

And Katelin DeWall Miller

You know that you are all iller

Than anyone I've ever met in my whole life

Shout out to Kayley Leveret

Also iller than anyone that I've ever met

You can't test me

Shout out to my girl Kelly Estee

On rap, I'm a lifer

I wanna say shout out to Kenny Pifer

I'm going in

Shout out to Kim

And the one Lauren

You know I'm about to explode

When I shout out my main girl Keera Lano

I’m not a diver, I’m a striver

Shout out to KSU, fuckin' Chiver [?] [07:18:31] [?]

And you are handsome, see

I wanna say that handsomely

To Landon G

And you are not quite my boo, but you're cool

When I sound this shout out to Lauren LaRue

Word

Shout out to Leg-off Bird

I'm so hard when I shout Lena and Lars

I take my test, I shout out Leslie

The coolest fuckin' mom in the whole miz-midwest

Yo, I see by your reactions

I'm about to give Levi some action

Also shout out to Leyona

She's so great man, I gotta stay on her

In telling her she is so wild and so fresh

I get my mind straight

And then I shout out Lindsay Nephenstein

Wait, I already did it

Wanna send a big shout out with no edit

To this one that says love to all the queer kids

I hope I got loud so you can hear it

And I gotta get gritty

Send a shout out to Lieutenant Smiddy

Lucy T, the real MVP

And also Ludo like Judo, don't envy me

I'm the duke, I get up in the booth and I shout out to Luke

I'm telling you, shout to Love Helica

I'm a damn machino

When I shout out my dude Machinarino

As far as you can tell

Send a big shout out to Maggie Ladell

Mary Lou GB, all of you see me, I just get beastly, as I just do these

I take um some time

To shout out my dude Mason and then rewind

And also Matthew Polka

I can chalk ya up to being one of the best

Whoever did it ribbit ribbit the frog

Gets off the log, then shouts some Poggers

Then you know that literally

I'm about to shout out my dude Matt AKA Chimney

And then we got the baddest win in the whole world

It's the best one, Madison

Madison, matricin, get up in my brain

And she knows she remains as the best one

Yo, on the wheels on steel brunch on Sunday with its warden

Getting you settled out straight, man, recording

Shout out to Matthais W, won’t trouble you

Hey, gonna shout out the due Maze

Gonna shout out Me and My Puppy

Guppies

Shout out to Megan Bentley

She sent me to say that to you

Gotta say gladly

Shout out to Mel E Hanvy

And I'm not dulling my mind

When I send a shout out to Merissa Cullen then rewind

'Cause I do this again

When I shout out Michael James Millicen

It is my show and tell

When I shout out to my main girl Michelle

But more specific, get em more

When I shout out to Michelle Dickinson from Livermore, BAY AREA!

Hey hey hey

But also wanna shout out to Michigan's bay

'Cause it's a good day when the bay gets together

Thru any weather

You know you can't sever our ties

I get lost I'm like Adam Tevin from Boston

Mike Adam Tevin from Boston

I don't send respect, and you know I send a check

To my dude who's not drunk, it's Mikel Monk

But, he's just pimped so hard

Milo Simpson, he is so great man

And you know there is no talkie

Way to say, shout out to Milwaukee

Shout out to Mill Watsky

You can't stop me

See me

This pre-me, shout out to Mimi

And I sake a bit of time

To collect my thoughts and slow down the rhyme

And I shout to Mindy Davidson

You could just say it's um

The best person on the whole list

But I don't know if you exist

Yo, Drake said YOLO

Shout out to Miranda loves Ben Solo

I'm in the air in a heli

Shouts to Mitch and Kelly

Oh, did you rang?

Shouts to Mitchell Ilang

Mmkay, shouts to MK

Like my dude, no way, from fuckin' South Park

Mr. Mackey, he's the best

I gotta freaking tell you, they put me to the test

I do my duty, shout out to Moody

But you know I got the spirit

Shout out to Moonlit

If it's dark or not

I shout to Morgan Parker, I'm hot

I got the MP3s

But my own damn way

As I send a shout fuckin' out to MPJ

And I got the grunge like Seattle

Send a shoutout to Munge, battle

Anybody and the murder hornets

Comin' to the Midwest, hope they do not get us

That'd be pretty scary, they are fuckin' huge

And it seems like they have got a bad attitude

And I gotta blinky blinky

Shout out to my friend who says My Dog Twinky

Shout out to Mike Kaplin

Hey what's happenin'

Cappin'

You can't tell me not to shout out my dude, Nate LC

You all make me so proud, man, this whole crowd

Shout out to the Neutrality Official on fuckin' SoundCloud

[Laughs] Okay

You’re so dapper

Shout out to Newsense Rapper

I’m on one, I’m off those, shouts to Nia Kaufus

I leave, then shout out Nick Beeb

Then I shout, Nick in Connecticut

Get a bit

Setting it straight on the track

Shout to Nick Stack

And then you're gonna see

Shout out to Nicol McGee

AKA The Famsky Mom, see

And then the best, uh, one yet

That I’ma gonna shout Nikola Tesla

Making all these lights go blinking and

Edison getting all the credit but

Now he is getting less, no stress

Shout out to Nils

Thrills, Pills, Automobiles

Shout out to the OG, Pacotaco

I got flow, and you see my eye

Shout out to Ohio Riot DIY

When I drive on by

You do it your way

Shout out to the city Oslo Norway

Shout out to Swedish fish

And my dude Papa Swish

I do it fuckin’ passionately

When I feel I mastered the beat

Shout out to Passionately

Man that's your name, and I see

And I go Krav Maga

I shout out Pat Dawve

When I’m up on y’all, you know I can’t stop

I get illa

Then a damn gorilla

When I'm on track, shouting out Patrick Casilla

And you do not play

Penelope is fuckin' 8 months today

So, congratulations, does that mean that you got a baby on the way

That’s about to pop out and say hey hey

Now I'm a fuckin' human, living breathing shitting pooping type of being

And I am just fuckin' stooping to your level and you know that I won't settle for the worst

I am a baby and a cradle to the hearse

I will live my freaking life just as best as I can

And you know I'm not going to fuckin' take this damn

Damneda damn damn whatchu gonna do man

I slam up on the mic

I’m just feeling gram, I might

Okay, I got to be slim

Gee, who I am

Shout out to Phoebe Lim

Shout out to my hero

Fuckin' Project Zero

And against the grain

Shouts to Puppy on a Train

Shouts to Purple People Eaters

And fuckle- fuckin' world beaters

And I got to say, it's all real

When I shout to Queen Hayley Mitchell

I begin to shout out to Quinn

I'm lost in your eyes

Shout to Rachel Austin

I'm insane in the brain

Shout out to Rachel Dufrain

Shout to the bomb squad

And also Radom

Stranger danger

Shout to Random Ranger

I am the main one

Shout out to Ratprt from Ireland, love Elena

No edit

Shout to Raw Monger Poetics

And heck yeah

Shouts to Rebecca

I go so dope

Shouts to Rebel without a Cope

I’m dropping this treble and bass

And you know that I just get all in your face

Like a Resa Hurisa

Shout out Teresa, believe ya

I go with the lav on this wood

And I gotta shout out Reed Xavier Chave

You can’t tell me

Not to shout out Rian and Selby

No, I won't do that, don't

And I wanna say this name right

But I fear that I might not so

Don't blight me

Don't smite me if I don't

Don't fuckin' hit me in the face man

I hope that you won't

Shout out to Ricardo Scirae

And then I wanna get blurry

Shout to Ricardo Scurry

Then I wanna see ya

Shouts to Riva

Going so strong

Shouts to Robin Wong

What could happen, see

I wanna shout out to Rosalie and Natalie

You know I gotta so mosey

And I wanna shout out to Rosie

You know that all these playas

Want me to shout out my girl Ruby Rayas

I do it, all my duty in my hurry

Shouts to Sam Early

And I’m on the microphone

So shout out to Sam Felone

I do my duty and I bruise

Shouts to Santa Cruz

And ever

Shouts to Robert and Jordan Sarah - oh

Shouts to Sarah and Robert Jordan, fans forever

So clever

And I wanna say

Shout out to fuckin’ Sarah from the Bay

B-b-bay bay bay

I am so cold

I drive a Zamboni

Shout out to my girl, Sarah Zamponi

I fuckin’ kill it

Shout to Scott Philips

You know I got flow

Shouts to Sean from Chicago

And shout out to Sear Lee

Sea rain-- hear me

Shout out to Sea Rain Searly

You know that I just wanna say it right dearly

But you know that I cannot say it right nearly

But I just try to do my best

And come up off the chest

I say a big shout out to Shalena

Then I have to see

If I can give a real happily

Nice shout out to Shannon B

I think this one's fake

But I'm still gonna say it, 'cause I still gotta take

Your money

Shout out to my dur-dude Cyrus

And then the next one that's fake

Is my dude Sharona Virus

And then I really wanna heal ya

I just wanna say, fuckin' shout out to Sheila

Robertson

And then all day long I gotta keep sending out

A shout to Shavone

You know what I mean

Shout Sierra Stein

And I get flow

Shout out to Simon and Felix from San Luis of Obispo

That's where my Manager's from

It's the SLO and you know we go dumb

It is the place in the Bay in between the Bay and LA that is on the scene

We're all winners

Shout out to Skinner

Don't go home

Shout to Slow and Malone

I'm not damning you to no fate

But shout to Sorin Vlaming

I gotta mean

Shout to sour cream

I wanna tell ya

Shout out to Spella

And from the start

I gotta shout out to my dude Spencer Hart

Not a single fuckin' one of you is basic

And that’s why I gotta shout out to Stasic

Dude, you fuckin' heard man

That I hadda send a shout out to Steff Birdman

And this one's not fake

I don't think, it's a shout out to Steph and Jake

Word to your mother

And also from South Park Butters

And also my dude Stephen Shutters

And evenly wanna send another shout out to a Stephen

But this is Steven B, with a V

And you know the whole team

I wanna shout out to Steve Pack, 13

What you could do is thank me

When I send out a big fuckin’ shout out to Subaru

I won’t leave you in the dark

Shout to Summer Stark

I come back again

Shout out to Summit Atkinson

This one says, Support Gay Rights

I fuckin’ agree

Yes, that’s tight

I’m gonna say it again for those who didn’t hear me

Support Gay Rights, Y’all gotta believe me

Clearly, I got the lav mic on my chest

Shouts to [Tanavi Bajaj] [07:30:58] [?]

And no-one in between

I gotta send a shout to That Crystal Queen

Shout out to the Triplets, Kates

Three of you, man, wait

That's crazy, that's tight, no debate

That's amazing, three fuckin' Kates, triplets, that's blazing

Yo, see, I'm gonna send a fuckin' shout out to The Codies

And The Dakotas, you know me

That's so great man

I wish I was a Yogi

I'm gonna do the last page first because it’s only got one name

And then I can put it to the side, not ashamed

So, I don't drive a hearst

But I'm so happy I could burst

When I send a fuckin' shout-out to Zurst

Shout out to The Fire Tiger

Gotta send you a reminder

You know it's hard

When I send a shout out to The Real Charles C

And The Rag-Tag Man

That is so damn plan

By the book

I don't wanna look

No crook, I'm serious

Shout out to Tiberius

I'm no mobster

Shout out to Tobster

And you know you can't see me

Feeling so good, it's unseemly

Feeling like you got the coochie

Shout out to Toki Yamaguchi

What am I saying

Shout out to Tom Ailing

I'm from the Sco, I'm a bro

Shouts to Tommy Sco

You know that you're so fuckin' cool, man, I'm so

Impressed

When I set these names in a pile

Shout out to Toxic Pepsi

Triple E and Texas Crew

I don't know, who the heck are you

But you sound like some real fuckin' dudes and lasses

I rhyme slower than molasses

But you can hit me, if you don't like what I’m doing

But shout out to Tucker Smithees

And I barely begun

But I send a shout to Tyler and Laurel Ericson

Shout out to Tyson from Canadia

You no gotta say it’s cool

That I like you bruh, wanna play the rules

But I gotta play it cool

And shout out to Umbreon

And shout out to the great beyond

And shout out to Venus van Lubeky

How could you do me like that

With such a cool name on this list

I can’t believe half y’all people exist

Shout to Verona

Rhymes with Corona

Rhymes with muh-muh-muh-muh-muh-my Sharona

Shout out to Victoria

The flamadity technician from Penn

I won’t say it again

But you heard what I said

And you heard that I’m dead

On the mic

‘Cause I’m so grateful

That you’re like you are

Shout out to ruby

Shout out to Violeta Luby

Shout out to VV Rivera

I could stare all day at you fuckin’ cool people, man

Where uh, did you come from

I can’t say

But I send a shout out to Vulture J

Shout out to Walter Weller

You’re more money than a bank teller

Like I said, makes me wanna burst

Shout out to Will Hirsch, put you first

You know we’re staying alive

Shout out to Won 1995

And to the Nth Degree

Wanna send a shout out to Yen Marie

Yeah, we did good

And I wanna send a shout to Zach Biggood

We get more bank than a teller

Get more, but I wanna shank-shout out one more time

To Zach Wetmore

Whoo!

That was the whole list

Had all these names in my god-damn fist

But now I gotta go to the porcelain throne

And drain my bone, man, and take it home [Laughs]

[07:34:51] end

Hour Eleven [10:00:00-10:59:59]

[10:45:30] start

As I roll by

I see the clouds in the sky

Feeling so fly

I am a whole guy

So please hold my beer

As I do something dumb

I be gone to come

This is my [?] drum

My life is not home drum

I think that is pretty damn exciting

I really love writing

I really love Henning

Flows, shout out to my dude Henning

He's my german promoter

And I think he's doper

Than any other German

Promoter I've ever had

Even though he's the only one, man, I'm not mad

Okay, a couple sips of water

I'm getting hotter, not in the bad way

Just gotta put that away

I could keep on flowing 'til Saturday

I could put the hat away

*Nah, I won't do that*

I could battle my demons and get vertigo

Hope I'm not hurting, yo

Since itself in your mind

But leave that behind

Everything is integral

In life, because I'm pimpin' all

Avenues like I'm the Scarlet Pimpernel

You know that this is swell

I italicize for emphasis

Gettin this, thankyou for these words you spit and put it to my hat because you’re the shit

What we got next here, what are we going to do next here

This next one is diligent

I am not militant

My energy is not really spent

I feel so elegant

My energy's not really spent yet

I got some more in the tank

Fish name is Hank

Feeling fine like candy

Remember when Mandy Moore did her version on that song?

Sure, I don't know, yo, pass the bong

I'm alluring

I am luring a fish straight of its mooring

You wish that you were on the dock

But I clock all of your protests

But I am not going to go test you

Everything I do is not grotesque

You take a mis-cue, cause you know that I miss you

Silicon Valley is where my alley is

San Francisco, but like the tech biz

What the heck is this, all this shiz?

All the companies, non-profitable

But is there really a fucking future here?

I don't man, it's not quite clear

But I'll steer clear of investing in the next best thing

'Cause my money will go out my pockets like rockets

Fly out with a quickness

My fitness is wild

Man, check out my style, my smile

Oh my God -- his dimples -- it's great!

It's the best person ever

Do I sound like Donald Trump yet? Wait

An eternity to pass before you're burning me

This whole class that I know is fucking your degree

Man, don't give me the third degree

My buttocks are so curve-ery, you could not carve it out

Buttocks was the word they left me, so no doubt

I am nonchalant

I keep on going, I just hit the Bron

Are these words coming from the chat?

Wow, that's so cool, crap

You are the selector

I think I am next, or maybe I'm not

Maybe I was next, and now I am the past next

I no flex, it's a surprise coming up blind to your eyes

Shout out to Cool Guys

Shout out to the dual I have arranged with you

In the next morning, meet with your whole crew

10 paces, then turn, then burn our eyes

We smolder as we get older

The bullet travels, it unravels

The space time continuum

It’s like the Matrix, I'm bending over, man

I'm done

Why did I get into this duel with a random fan idk man i got know idea

I'm going ham

I'm on the doorstep of time

I feel your cold fingers on mine

Oh shit that was the grinch

Oh shit, did I flinch?

I have no wish list but to

Inch myself away from death

You know that I got no fucking stress

I'm a replica of myself

I'm just catsing for my help

Feeling like Reptar

Feeling like a rap star

Know when I can rap bars

As I fucking rep hard

Rep hard for the Bay

For the city I gotta save

It's the 415

You come from there, you thrive

And you're feeling alive

But I can't drive up there 'cause I'm stuck here

But I love LA it's been my city for 10 years

I just know where my roots grow

Shout out to Juno

And the planet Pluto

And my boy Budo

And the dude Buddha

You know you could follow him if you really wanna

Maybe even reach nirvana

Reach nirvana with your momma

I don't know

Comma

Like a flow

I don't have much of a beard

This much is quite clear

But I got a couple hairs on my chin

And that's all I really need to win

And I got this little funky soul patch

If I cut it off, will it grow back?

Yeah, probably, but not more

I think I got more on my cheeks

I've grown them for weeks but its uneven

I've got more on one side, it reeks

It sucks more on my left

It’s uneven hair, man, I’m distressed

But that’s okay

Our flaws is what makes us who we are

They’re what make me a superstar

In my own mind, Vaseline

I’m on the scene, I am a queen

Feeling erratic

Give me no static

Shout out to your granny

I wonder if your granny won a grammy

If so, could she hand me that grammy?

I fucking think so

I fucking pimp the mic and I reload

I just take a heat load

Like I am in the oven

Covered in stuffing

I'm like why didn't you put the stuffing inside?

I don't know, it's not for me to decide

They don't let me cook at Thanksgiving

They don't want my gross vegetarian givings

Maybe someone will eat one serving

But nobody wants them, man

It's hurting my soul

One time I made soup

It was dope and swole

One time I made risotto, oh no

I quintoupled the fucking recipe

But no one wanted my cooking, it was the best of me

That's sad

Anyway, we'll go to sleep now

You know I cannot fucking sleep now

I be how I be always, understand

That in these hallways of my mind

My mind is so rubbery

My girlfriend said cover me

And you can discover me

Do you know about topiary

I am so necessary

I cut it like a fancy shrub

Fucking welcome to the club

Gotta give you a clue

You know what I can do

I'm gonna burn it eternal

My cat’s name was Nermal

No, no wait that was Garfield

I'm out in a far field

My mind's feeling far-fetched

You know I have not quit yet

Now I'm feeling vapid

I'm not flowing rapid

You know I just can't hit this joint

And then spit it candid

Or spit in treaties like Candide [?]

I'm on a horse, this man-steed is so dope

That I got my voice, and I know that I got my choice

And it's stupendous

Tremendous flow, when I bend this dough

For the needs of my friends and the needs of y'all

I just get this all of my chest

My chest is throbbing like Batman and Robin

But I will not be robbing

I will not be lobbing softballs all over the plate

If I ever get to interview a politician - wait

I'm looking for a loophole

I'm just trying [?]

Get it, too swole

Scolded, scalded, man, you know

Gotta keep it simple

On a lake as I ripple

Feeling my nipple

Flowing to the tempo

Never let this end, no

I'm a real rice bloke

I will not choke

I don't do coke

Well, I did a couple times

I didn't like it

I thought I kinda had to try it

But it wasn't for me and I stopped

Two times - three times? Man, I dropped

Some acid, though, out in Venice

At the Biennale with my dentist

That was fucking cool, man

That was better than some school, man

I furrow my brow vexingly

No witches are hexxing me

I do it to the nth degree

I do it so specially

Cardiac is my speciality

You got no space balls

I could just make all

Of your dreams come true

Give you a harpoon

And a damn balloon

To pop I'm in the navigator

With an alligator

They say "See you later"

They say "Meet me later at the pie spot"

Grab some pie and some coffee

All these people get off me

It’s just me, Watsky

But you know that I'm not gonna be pulled

To your dimensions and ambitions

Did I mention that occasionally I get anxiety?

I have no real piety

I don’t know why it’s me in this body, but it is

So I try to be

An okay type of dude in my daily life

In my daily doings, and maybe I

Succeed from time to time and

Do good from rhyme to rhyme

But I am keenly aware that when you see me, you stare

'Cause you're like "He looks like some dude who might make me cum

Just by looking." Oh, are you booking me with your eyes?

Are you cucking me? Why are you doing that?

You could rap about yourself in a strange day

Maybe you do every damn day

If so, you should send me the link

And when I’m not rapping for 33 hours straight

I think I’d try to watch you

If you sneeze, I would say “Achoo”

If you fucking fall, I gotchu

I try to get you up with my trust fall

I try to fucking say “Fuck all my doubts

All the dark thoughts”

I try to danish those harlots

I’m out at a used car lot

Singing some dope harmonics

SInging some harmonies

The devil can't be harming me

I got this great fantasy

That I'm on the faculty at my old school

But the school is in high rule

I’m not quite squeamish

I’m just on the scene, shit

Munching and munching

On this flow, I just jump in

All my hair is really bunchin’

And I’m eating my luncheon

Snap back on this velcro

They all say say "Hell no"

I all say “Elmo:

But I know my elbow is really close

But you still can't bite it

That's a Russian proverb

You know I won't hide it

I won't hide it on my timeline

You know that I'm fine

I'm not dying on the vine

But I need to remind you

To rewind this like the time lapse

I might collapse

I might collate myself into notes

And then go late into that deep dark night

But not gently, man, I won't go

They meant me to go so fiercely

You know you can't pierce me

With your arrows and your slings

You know you can't bring me down

When you see this crown, I will not be drowned

Do it all for pocket change

Do it all and remain

I see some words from the chat

Thank you, man, I heard that

I think I'll get - woah, these are lots of words --

Maybe not, you know that you make me hot

Under the collar, holler for a dollar

Was that Honey Boo Boo? I don't know

You do the math

Who do you think you are?

I came so far

Words from the chat: cucumber

Up my butt, that makes me not slumber

Rip me in half, that would make me laugh

I am not better than John Cena

I no go bigger -- Cena, Mena

Pause, makes me pause, I can’t get ya

I am the supreme, dream team

You know that I mean on the scene

Play a small violin, hell no

I play a small cello

I just grate this cheese

But that was unsubstantiated

I don't know if I did or not

Shout out to Itero [?]

Shout out ot Jonah Hill

I'm like "Yo it's real"

I won't ostracize anyone with weird eyes

Fucking Asian [?] orange, what rhymes with orange?

You know what rhymes with orange? George

Kind of, it's a slant rhyme

But I gotta dance, I'm happy

What’s hydrophobic? Afraid of water?

You know you go quick into dissing me

Are you saying that water on my lips has been missing me?

Sticking me in the back with these kind of sideways disses

I don't know, man

Water gets kisses from my lips

I'll fucking kiss this straw, and I get this raw

When I get this H2O, me and my duo - partner

Start your car, but you know I'm not a starter

I am not harder than whatever's inside your Larter

You got some hard tack, our crack at this is you know

Rio with the hard pack [?]

Fucking Mazel Tov

I could knock your nozzle off

Like matzo ball soup

I'm just saying "Whoop whoop!"

Shout out to Deadpool

I think it really rules

I'm ridonkuous

I drive a Tonka truck

In an increment, it's like sink or swim

I am not a fisherman

But then I just begin

I'm really wildin' all over the place

I need a Tylenol

This is drastic

What the fuck is endoplasmic?

Oof, gotta boof my strawberry smoothie

Up my damn coof

I don't know -- for a booboo hole

What could be that rhymes with coof

Stick in the opposite of my body’s roof

That was rude

Oh shit, man, damnnit

He just wove a damn vocal tapestry

Just clappin' the mic

And do it so laughably

You know I stay on ya

My words in layers like some lasagna

I'm no Flanagan

Irishman doing damn shenanigans

Actually, man, I'm like quarter Irish

On my mom's side, but I just get Eilish

Billie Eilish on the mic, really stylish

Man, I'm batting my eyelids

I play the etude, no attitude

And then I play the prelude

Out of order, I make my own rules

Got a camcorder, it's so cool

I play that mandala

But you know I swallow all of my pride

Popeye is all in my eye

In my grill, eating his goddamn spinach

Why you like that shit so much man, what is this?

I am hella bae

Hella bae'd out, as clear as cellophane

What the hell remains after that shit out on Anza [?]

Aguirre, a whole damn bonanza

Hear me, I live out on Cabrillo [?]

I scrub like a brillo pad

It's the texture of my hair

And my next flow is recipe

Y'all really got the best of me

All the quality ingredients

You know that you see me slip

I’m like a bonsai tree. I grow so slow

That I’m on my back, I barely move

When I flow, I am like a kind of lizard

Maybe, I don’t know, which kind -

A baby fucking kimodo?

Do they go slow or do they go real fast?

Ask someone else, I don’t know, I fucking pass

I’m so fucking pure

All my references are so fucking obscure

They're like, "Damn, you suck more than a fucking vacuum"

That's not true, I fucking thank you

For reminding me that time is now

To do what I do, I'm quite down

You, though, are out there like Pluto

I don't take caloric readings into account

But I am just prehistoric, on some mesozoic era shit

I am very Land Before Time, man, it’s very quipped

Well equipped, like Littlefoot or Petrie

Man I will not razzle you, I'm not dazzled

I don't embezzle funds from these funds, I won't take a dollar

Not a red cent, I won't holler

Man, fuck this breeze comin' through on my knees

I'm Chuck E. Cheese

I got this piranha flow, I got the jump off. man

So Geronimo!

Man, I'm on the way down

But they can't take my crown

With these verbal ballistics, I need these statistics

The elephant in the squad

Is not relevant, man, that's odd

I just rhyme frequently

And I do it with indecency

But I got respect from all where my peers intersect

But I connect with yo on my goddamn Rolodex

Not in my Rolls Royce

I have just got no choice

I'm a cuck

That's not true, try my luck

That's the first thing that I said when the cuck card popped up

I don't watch my girlfriend fuck others

That would be kind of strange for our relationship, ayeee

Don't wanna play that way

It's okay if you do, but that not my thang thang

I brang brang rhymes and I try to sang sang

Get some more protein, you know that I mean

What I seen, I am not a dinkle leaf [?]

Little type of periwinkle

That was a very poorly constructed rhyme

But you know, fuck, I can find sometimes

I'm behind my mind in my mouth ways

You know I go gray [?]

I just get all in, I am just fallin'

Sometimes I say "Fuck it,"

I got a little whack nugget of rhymes

And then I put it to the side

And then I just rewind my mind

And get these rhymes so hectic

When the morning becomes eclectic

Shout out to KCRW

Support your local stations, it won't trouble you

Getting so mega

Buying a ham, bacon, cheese at a bodega

I just gotta say I don't know how to play

The next word in the pile

It really makes me spile

But repugnant is not an easy word to rhyme

So I put it at the top of the rhyme and I'm fine

And I'll need some caffeine in a couple hours

When I'm on the damn scene, but for now

I'm fucking good as hell

Unscrewing my mind, man, you can tell

That is coming off like a relief cap that I just had to doff

I hope you don't scoff if I just seem soft

I feel animated, I feel that I made it -- oh shit!

What we got now? Kush Mody, throwing it down

Can I get just a bit more volume?

I am just callin' em

It feels good to fucking flow the Mody beat

Maybe a little more even? Just a fucking smiggen

I am not a stool pigeon -- that's awesome

Shout out to the DJ, replay

Everything you said, man, I'll relay

All inside of my head

Minding my own business until I am fucking dead

Man, remember Kush Mody, out in Boston

We got lost in the sauce and we did it

Man, we knew each other so long

I can’t even believe that we been so strong

And with Jackson out in the winter

We were like Master Splinter

You remember, we were doing it

We were making that music shit

I'm so proud and glad at how far we've come

And how far we had to run

I'm flipping like an acrobat on the beat

Can you fucking handle that? I will repeat this

It's about connectivity

This is nativity

It's like the young Christ giving me strength

I don't think twice, I just go back

I'm a player, but I don't crush a lot

I just wanna hit the beat a lot

I fucking got to repeat you, I'm useful

But you know that I am full

I'm not just reactive

I'm radioactive

But I am that kid

And I take it back quick

The next word is adultery

Fucking plucked like upholstery [?]

The beat keeps on thumpin'

Kush mody on the beat keep on bumpin'

The hour gettin' ungodly

Will I keep on going

Probably

I don't wanna create a fiasco

Just because of my wack flow

I wanna keep on goin'

I wanna keep on rowin'

11:02:50

Shoutout to Kudy Hodge

He does his duty

He’s a god

On the mic

Like supposedly

You know that yo it’s me

I got it in the pocket

I gotta fuckin’ lock it

Down

When I get downtown

No matter what they’re tellin’ me

It’s all about utility

And whatever they be sellin’ me

Shoutout to Bellamy

Yeah mister Bill Bellamy

I’m trying to make the vibe intimate

I’ll be back in a little bit

But I never stop hittin’ it

I’m just trying to pick a bit

This is my distribution

I’m just trying to hit this bullshit

Feelin’ fucking mystical

Like I said

I will hit the wall

I might need a thermometer

If you just have to monitor

How hot my flows are heating up

I’ve got to fucking tell you

I am speeding up

But that shit is not something i can maintain

Because my brain if fucking mush

Records I won’t falsify

I am just calling my

Shots

Everything good in the jood

Great

I just keep on flowing and relate

Shoutout to octopussy

The move movie you can’t push me

It was 007

He was going up to heaven

But that to damn nation

Imm now at my station

Rapping

Me ego

Is to keep flow-

Ing til we go

Go into that cold cold night

Shoutout to Snow White

That was cool

And renknowned

The flow is everlasting

I am always blasting

The beat on the stereo

Oh shit

Watsky

Look man

Here we go

He's rocking the mic

He's not stopping to hike up his jeans

Or his shorts

Or his shirt

He doesn't have time for that

Man he hurts

This mic

Is the only thing that he hurts

That he's not a fucking pacifist

Against and again I ask the mic

If he believes he is just hurt

????

Bu that was something we tried to fucking prove

But I am not a hoodlum

I keep dropping these good

Um

Flows

Some get stuck in my esophagus

Thats where its just stoppin’ it

Feelin’ good tho

A few hours ago

It felt like I might not flow

Like my throat was getting real kinda shitty

But then it got better

Why you stay with me

Feelin’ so witty

Shoutout to my dude Schmitty

And nitty gritty

The DJ

Man, he's probably not with me

But he did a couple dates on the Warped Tour

I just wanna move your

Body

Shoutout to the beatpork

State

2014

We were great

Shoutout to my girl kflay

She's got a verbal aka-47 thousand

Deep inside her chest

She's reknowned

She's great

She's hounding

She's got that rhyme caviar

I say daddy are

You

Willing to take top billing

To fucking build me up and sign cor ranfycking building

Because I am not a homeowner

And that is not great

But don't all our states change with the COVID

Man some people having no kids

Because this changed our whole worlds

No little boys or girls

And maybe wait a bit

Or don't

I don't know

That's your life

Do whatever you want with your time

[11:07:06]

Because our lives are so bountiful

And we gotta just power through

Live and thank ourselves and our lucky stars

Or wonder where the fuck we are

In the universe

This is so true it hurts

But I'm not a salesman

I'm more a drink and an ale man

Bringing the truth like a mailman

Feeling like a maniac

Flowing like a brainiac

Because you know that the way I rap

Is so goddamn loquacious

That I'm saying it's gracious

When I'm on the mic I say shit

But otherwise I might not like to say

But I can’t just put this damn mic away

I'm in my cubby hole

Hiding out

'Cause you know that my buddy's roll

It's a scout

If the teacher is coming

Playin' hide-go-seek and you know that I'm drummin'

On a melody

Tell me

Fucking Makaveli

Do you smell me

You know I get heli-

Coptered out of my own mind

The doctor proctored my test

But you need not remind me

That this life is cyclical

I’m putty in god’s hands man

My buddy

It's fucking paramount

To get a golden parachute

This life is rare amount of time

But you know that we get the shoot

We're gonna lose and dilute

And leave a weird residue

I don't know

Who are you

All of these night critters

Are giving me real jitters

In the morning I won't eat fritters

I'll probably eat more smoothie

I wonder how much more there is

A lot

It doesn't have much fizz

Although at some point I have to drink the redbull-y

And then you will have to pull me

Up

On my ass from the couch

And I don't know if I doubt

Myself

I just drop these lyrical thesis

Theoretical theses

You know I make theses

Flows

I got no place-

Bo

Boop

And it doesn't make me mad

Shout out to Adam, that's the supper of dead

I'm gettin' all in

Shout out to Ben from [?]