CAMOUFLAGE & ACIDWASH

by BUDDY LEEZLE

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The bridge between Buddy Leroy & Hipster Jesus...

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released 16 July 2014

1. Stereo Island
produced by Austin Millz

2. $$$ In The Bag
produced by Loon

3. Tuff Like...
produced by TCOR (The Custodian of Records)

4. Music For Sharks ft School of Sharks
(Lex Boogie, Huey P Capone, & MarQ Spekt)
produced by Nickel Plated

5. Kenzo to West Phl ft L Tyrannic
produced by Nickel Plated

6. Banned ft Ruin & SammyDimes
produced by Lex Boogie

7. How To Make It In AmeriKKKa ft Ibrahim
produced by Lou One

8. Grand Monyae!
produced by Built Fordtuff

9. Jimmy Pineapple ft DistantStarr & Yung Papi Store
produced by TCOR (The Custodian of Records)

10. The Dynamic Derp Niggler
produced by YIKES the ZERO

11. Butter & Jelly ft Shamon Cassette
produced by Kieran Loftus fka SMD!

12. Jump On It ft SammyDimes
produced by 1nput 0utput of CSLSX

13. Horsies
produced by LingLing

14. Breaking News
produced by Denley

15. Doe Or Die
produced by Josh Hey

16. Zombie Apocalypto
produced by Jamerson Waverson & X

Mixed by Micah Forsyth at The Boom Room

Mastered by Drew Mercandante aka Jack Deezl of Glitch Squad

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Track Name: STEREO ISLAND
Lost in a daze, and it feels so amazing/ Boss and I'm paid, Can't stop my greatness/ Took perseverance, and lots of patience/ Conquered the odds and, laws of Nature/ Block stay hot, as a carborator/ GImme an office, and lots of papers/ No not a job nigga, lots of paper/ Money in the bag, like I'm doing laundry/ Man of the house, you can caLL me papi/ Up in the party, came to party/ More than probably, leave with mami/ Fold this cheddar, like origami/ Sometimes hard to keep the, whores up off me/ Tryna play a nigga like, Mister Softee/ Poisonous vapors, kiLLin em softly/ Suck my kiss, til ya lips iz salty!

Mind in a haze, Grind til it pays/ Beard on my face like, Issaac Hayes/ Beer in the place, and I might get blazed/ Gotta play hard, cause life'z a game/ Never go Pop like, microwaves/ Cause niggas go Psycho, when Michael paid/ Jackson, Jordan, Tyson fame/ StiLL I reach for the stars, when I write my name/ Just give me the dough, fuck an icy chain/ I just wanna rock shows, take flights on planes/ Cause I gotta away, when life'z a pain/ Walk on water, or hydroplane/ Pusha like T, feel the Wrath of Caine/ I be puttin in twerk, using 1/2 my brain/ Steve Martin in the Jerk'z how I stack my change, I'm just tryna play my part, like an actor maaan!!!
Track Name: $$$ IN THE BAG
I done partied with Russian mobsters, sipped on exotic vodkas/ Some bitch stole my chick's, sunglasses/ That 6am cab shit, feelin' bat shit/ Gettin' home cashless, but got ass with/ WeLL, I guess it'z part of the game/ Sophisticated douchebag, part of me lame/ Drunk off life, so pardon my lean/ Sharp like parts and, starch in jeans/ Yeees, everything crisp/ Beat'z so abusive, everything hits/ The kid be the shit, like Ralph LIfshitz/ Y'aLL niggas just suck like, dick to lips/ Funny style dudes, tryna flip the script/ Pendulum Vibe, I'm a hypnotist/ Sick twist, teLLin y'aLL to, slit ya wrists/ Party time, Yes I'm exceLLent.

Whaaat?!? Put the money in the bag
Broady to the death, I'ma cee what I can grab
Lo be the Life, StiLL poppin tags
Game on lock like, Alcatraz

Whaaat?!? Put the money in the bag
Broady to the death, I'ma cee what I can grab
Lo be the Life, StiLL poppin tags
Game on lock like, Al'catraz

Life as a criminal, good times & miserable/ More paper under God, indivisible/ Bad boys move in silence, I'm invisible/ Nah, they ain't seeing the kid/ Cause it cost me everything, to be in this biz/ It'z the path that I chose, so it iz what it iz/ I'ma take what it takes, til I get what I give/ Death iz freedom, but I chose to live/ like West Liberian, soldiers did/ Flow'z so cold, catch a frozen wig/ Out of this world, I am off the grid/ Steam that pot, til I pop my lid/ If you don know, don't talk to him/ Gimme some space, need oxygen/ Psycho KiLLer, Talking Heads/ Niggas tryna baLL, faLLin off the ledge...
Track Name: TUFF LIKE...
My Lo'z so grown, that it don't got a Horsie/ This iz Prime Rib, y'aLL are Horse meat/ Don't force me, the hand that rocks the cradle/ Y'aLL smokin' on that purple, I be rockin' purple label/ Stayin' on my J-O, like hey ho/ Dame pesos, y'aLL stay broke/ Different day, same boat/ Flip the page, same story/ My niggas got, Gunz like Corey/ Might get gory, like a scene from Glory/ Wack rappers bore me, sounds like they 40/ Take 'em to the top, then we drop 'em 4 stories/ Niggas sound corny, wit' aLL them war stories!

Yeah, Get ya hands in the air
If you cant see the stage, better stand in a chair
Damn, We get it jammin' in here
Even got niggas danglin' from chandeliers
Maaan, better hand me a beer
Cause I'm tryna get drunk, start a tandem in here
Whaaat, it'z the Man of The Year
Buddy to the Leezle, Loved & Feared

UsuaLLy, I'm laid back/ Blazin' on a hay stack, Fake cats/ Catch me at ya table, like a place mat/ MusicaLLy, great act/ Mac since, way back/ Smack Pat Sajack, and stick em for the Fortune/ Gotta get a portion, cause I'm less fortunate/ Fuck KanYe, I'm the shit!/ Turn ya egg to an omelet, and then split/ Y'aLL Mouse niggas, Minnie/ I'm Fela & Femi/ can't take the fuLL load, hit 'em with the semi/ Loved Lisa Bonet, wished I was Lenny/ But I'LL take Zoe/ Whoooa, Oh no he didn't?!/ Maan listen, lemme get up out this kitchen!
Track Name: MUSIC FOR SHARKS featuring LEX BOOGIE, HUEY P. CAPONE, & MARQ SPEKT (SCHOOL OF SHARKS)
(Buddy Leezle)
Camouflage & Lo boots, Back to the basics/ Got niggas runnin' off, Better grab they Asics/ Rap turned ugly, Game need a facelift/ Higher than a motherfucker, rockets & spaceships/ Victory, taste it/ Stopped gettin', wasted/ Might have a drink (or 10) on, special occasions/ Bout to hit blogs, like an alien invasion/ Beats like monsters, locked in the cages/ Verse like a shotgun, change your arrangements, Latin women, white girls, sisters, & Asians/ Feelin' like Vinny Chase, better caLL my agent/ PhysicaLLy 32, musicaLLy ageless/ Leroy, Abner/ Top of the, A List/ Catch me in the Green Room, probably where the babes iz/ Security, got me on a first name basis/ Buddy Lee for President, my presence iz of greatness!

(Lex Boogie)
Play the humble, or get bodied with the ones that love you.../ Snub in the bubble goose, like 92.../ Children playing women producing, warriors on they grind tying up some loose end.../ Its all about the dividends, and some and some new skins.../ Vintage polo pieces, nah we not new to this... / Cuban link jesus pieces like 96, You either swim the sharks or die with the fishes... /This that champion edition, We running the building.../ If you can get it, Let me bag up the chicken..../ If you want I can get, cause I live that shit../ Hop out the whip, the bitches jump all on my dick.../ School of sharks, be the deadliest ninjas.../ Certified killas the real deal, only gorillas can feel us...

(Huey P. Capone)
I'm the man, I'm the host of the show/ But I stiLL get the toaster to blow, Mister Bigtop/ Mister Bigshot Fuck with my dough/ It'z kinda simple how i treat like pimples, Get ya wigged popped./ Clean ya clock, bring a stop to the tick-tock/ Weed stay fresh, comin out of the ziplock/ Best that ever did it, either Pac or Big Pop/ But I aint gonna stop, til I'm up at the tip-top/ This talk, Big mon chat/ Them can't handle it/ From niggas that live on yachts, to panhandlers/ State of the art, to them ranked amateurs/ Sharper vision than the lens on, digital cameras/ I'm highly detailed, fly in the retail/ Train of thought makes plans, harder to derail/ Money and grind, on a One-track mind/ And you best your best bars, I got a comeback line (muhfucker).

(MarQ Spekt)
We more than just a diamond in the rough, We takin over, Y'aLL ain't dominant enough/ TeLL the vic to go to stores, while your mami on my nuts/ So even when they hate, they show the kid alot of love/ Y'aLL lames make it rain, I ain't gotta drop a sud/ Bubble in ya cheek, leaking like an aqueduct/ Stomp em in his face, even if he got a gun/ Stop it son, we gone before you spiLL a a drop of blood/ A true conquerer, move like a monster truck/ They talkin tough, but be scared when we poppin up/ Harbody, Carhartt need to sponsor us/ Tried to get dutty, you'LL find em stomped in mud/ So fuck you, and your red tape/ This isn't bars, aLL I'm spittin iz chemtrails/ Give em, a vision of Hellsgate/ Plundering and piLLaging, My ninjas caLL me sensei/Sit back, Read the game like an X-Ray/ Vision 20/20, couldn't cee us on ya best day!
Track Name: KENZO TO WEST PHL featuring L TYRANNIC
(Buddy Leezle)
From the bottom of the barrel, to the top of the charts/ On the rise like smoke, from the dutch that I sparked/ Nice with the words, and apparel that I rock/ Nocturnal creature, but it'z heLLish after dark/ StroLL through the hood, like I'm King 'round these parts/ Hit the Chino store, by the York-Dauphin stop/ Papis move work, it'LL never ever stop/ Punch you in the face, but they'LL never punch a clock/ Neighbors on the block, stiLL screamin' fuck the Cops/ Mami'z heLLa thick, cause she like to fuck a lot/ Cee it in her eyes, know she wants some chocolate/ Almost to the train, bums chiLLin' in the lobby/ Got a free ride, ticket woman had to potty/ Platform lookin' like, somebody caught a body/ Either that'z a flash mob, or a deep posse/ White boys noddin' off, fuckin' with those oxys!

Kenzo to West Phil, We are the best
L's in our mouth, got them Horsies 'pon deck
Might rock an emblem, flag or, crest
Live by the streets, and we passed the test

Kenzo to West Phil, We are the best
L's in our mouth, got them Horsies 'pon deck
Might rock an emblem, flag or, crest
Live by the streets, and we passed the test

(L Tyrannic
We at the Art Museum, Not thad deep but dipped/ Photographer from Europe, taking our flicks/ PhiLadeL Double L, The PoLo crew, Nice day in PhiLLy, for a photoshoot/ Bucket Lo, Fuck it though/ Big Pony BuffaLo Teddy Towel, Everybody ready now/ Buze Bruvaz in the bushes, Buddy with the big beard with Sincere/ Akil said caLL me, when you get here/ Cold weather, Marino wool/ Niggas never seen a team, so cool/ Cop exo from Kenzo, That'z my kinfolk/ Black label trench coat mafia, chin broke/ Patchwork Button-up, Rustic Westerns/ Power pieces, sunk your chest in, Bring the oLoPs out/With the racks of the, The Saks Fifth exclusive, Back with some shit, on my square/ West side flair, catch the Blue Line here.
Track Name: BANNED featuring RUIN & SAMMYDIMES
(Buddy Leezle)
I'm positive, you negative/ Ya message, fuLL of messiness/ Arrested on some petty theft, I'm puLLin' a big heist/ Game on lock, stiLL roLLin' like trick dice/ Buddy stay fresh, when he reps like Kid Ice/ Lo so lovely, kicks iz nice/ Gear on point, and he spits precise/ CaLL the Polezie, I'm a Poltergeist/ Ain't as cold as I, leave a frozen mic/ Rock a show, fa'sho/ Nigga, Show ya right/ He'z bad and out of sight, like Dolemite/ By the end of the night, sun's dough be right/ Little mamma can't hang, 'less she dome me twice/ She can be my assistant, hold the pipe/ Got her blowin on a line, I'ma do what I like/ We be doin' it weLL, not the L.L. type/ but I'LL beat the pussy up, like it started a fight!

(SammyDimes - Hook)
ALL in due time, What the time'z now your time'z up/ Strictly prime cuts, It pays to do crime/ What'z an honest man, in a world that uses underhand/ I'm an outsider, I'm banned

I'm persona non grata, cause I choose to live my mantra/ Stay real among imposters, Hardknock alma mater, Tryna weave these textiles, Livin in exile/ I'm banned, I'm banned.

(Ruin)
I slide in tsunami waves, touchin domes like solar rays/ Bringin colder days, street sweepin you get slayed/ Spit venom like cobra toxins, blurring your vision optics/We out to stack a profit, nobody is going to stop it/ Clutchin, black duffle bags, filled to the brim-/ Rockin black champion hoodies and black timbs/ Fuckin around where sharks swim, leave you with missin limbs-/I’m like a sharp shooter sniper, on the rooftop/ One slight move, focus the scope, catch a head shot/ Get your dome rocked, like JFK/ Rhymes always on point, like bushido blades/ Lines sharp like buck fifties right to the face/ Lace your chest like swiss, leaving numerous holes/ The shells buring hot, but you’re feeling the cold-/Attacking these mics, like killers with no souls/Every bar I drop is like ounces of rose gold.
Track Name: HOW TO MAKE IT IN AMERIKKKA featuring IBRAHIM
(Buddy Leezle)
Celebrate smaLL victories, situation win win/ Vivid with the imagery, tongue like an ink pen/ Splash on the canvas, Big man on campus/ StiLL keep it Broady, heart of a Champion/ Haters like, It can't be him/ Step in the Arena, they panickin'!

Searchin' for my Peace of mind, Justice & Equality/ Soul fuLL of Mischief, kids don't foLLow me/ Never been a novelty, my policy'z no probably/ Shine like the Summer time, You FaLL like Autumn leaves/ I'ma bring the rake out, fake niggas break out/ Put you in a box like, Chinese Takeout/ Haters go and, fuck off/ Buddy on that, Duck Sauce (Barbra Streisand)/ Life'z sorta Sweet & Sour, luck of the draw/ Overcome the evil powers, one with A.L.L.A.H./ Nigga Wit' an Attitude, fuck the law!

Mind fuLL of trees, keeps my mind at ease
When the climb gets steep, tryna find ya dreams
Eyes on the devils that be, tryna scheme
Live like a rebel, on the grind for cream

Mind fuLL of trees, keeps my mind at ease
When the climb gets steep, tryna find ya dreams
Eyes on the devils that be, tryna scheme
Live like a rebel, on the grind for cream

(Ibrahim)
Overcome the evil powers, One with ALLAH/ Creatures who devour, wait for me to rip off a claws/ Orders got his Royal Highness, breathe in deep In the cause/ Quick on the draw, Ibrahim flip when its raw/ Bust magnums in the sweetest City, born to be Gods/ Trust matters when the heat is witty, Camouflage and Acid wash/ Man of arms and Battle cats, Skeletor's and Parking traps/ Leezle in the ventricle, ibrah with the heart attack/ Chest thump aorta rap, magic make the quarters crack/ Sit in a glass box, and meditate to Portishead/ Street cypher artist biz, staring at the harshest kids/ Food clothing shelter, let it free your dome when it begins/ Illadelph to A-city, check yourself and stay with me/ Better rep your name inside my clan, cuz we don't play shifty/ Blaze with me gritty, 12 jewels for you listeners/ Grab your book of life, and let us raise up the temperature/ Christopher who said it best, be Ready To Die!/ Stick your middle finger up, and steal that piece of the pie/Travel west by The Bay, cop an ounce on the trolley/ Saddle up and head east, just to bounce out the body/ Material army, cats break fast when soggy/ I'm solid, and stand still like I'm trashed of Molly/ A job from Pauly, go ahead and hop on the Harley/ And merc snitches who be lippin, cuz these bitched is sorry/ My man is Marley!,
Push kush keepin it foggy!/ Plan Safari, mush toosh cram up the party/ I'm out!
Track Name: GRAND MONYAE!
Built like Ford Tough, I'ma get more bucks/ Even wit' a taLL boy, y'aLL niggas short stuff/ Beef? That'z aLL soy, I'm gettin' warmed up/ Ride like a Hum V, fly as a Porshe/ Bout to make the block Hot, Boy it'z a scorcher/ I'm that sorcerer, magic on the mic/ Y'aLL ass out, that Magic Mike/ I'ma be nice, 'til the afterlife/ Better ask ya wife, nigga pass the pipe/ Take it back to Pharcyde, can't match my stripes/ Rap El General, grabbin' my genitals/ Bout to break it down like, vitamins & minerals/ Straight to ya face, don't kick no subliminals/ This iz for my criminals, geeks & freaks/ Bitches roLL deep, just to cee me speak/ Isley Brothers, Between The Sheets.

Grand Marnier, We hardly play
Niggas act tough, but they hearts iz #ghey
Make y'aLL watch like, Cartier
Pokerface, puLL y'aLL card today

Grand Marnier, We hardly play
Niggas act tough, but they hearts iz #ghey
Make y'aLL watch like, Cartier
Pokerface, puLL y'aLL card today

Back To The GriLL Again, Skipper you GiLLigan/ Toss another line out, then I'ma reel 'em in/ Ain't none, real as him/ Got shorty, feelin' him/ Start with that outline, then it'z time to fiLL it in/ Rep iLLadel, like his name was M-iLLitant/ Back to my Roots, Fayettnam stay kiLLin' it/ Murderous mindstate, nigga I rhyme great/ Stomp on ya face, like a bunch of White Grapes/ Up in the place, aLL through the Tr-state/ Never lowbaLL, only play for High Stakes/ Little vaca, had to get my life straight/ Beats that vibrate, but make 'em gyrate/ StiLL keep it guLLy, he the legend of Pei Mei, Never gon' stop, so fuck what the sign say/ Heaven when I rock, but it'z HeLL to pay/ Cold As Ice, y'aLL melt awaaaaaaaay!
Track Name: JIMMY PINEAPPLE featuring DISTANTSTARR & YUNG PAPI STORE
(Buddy Leezle)
I'm eatin' rack of Lamb, Hash straight from Pakistan/ Y'aLL niggas Black & YeLLow, my feLLows Black & Tan/ I'ma smack ya mans, catch 'em with the back of hands/ We move big thangs, Y'aLL niggas 1/2 a gram/ I said B.I.G.'s weight, no DIddy man/ AIn't a Bad Boy, I'm a bad man/ This iz North PhiLLy, near The Badlands/ Dutchmaster, masterin' these master plans/ Goin' out, wit' a massive bang/ From the streets where them cats don't hang, they just slang/ Bona Fide hustlers, true to the game/ Pump like blood do, Blue in ya veins/ Broady niggas take that, 2 of ya Chainz/ Stay back or lay flat, that'z 2 in ya brain/ Real winners never lose, when they move in their lane/ Fake rappers teLL lies, cause the truth iz insane.

(Distantstarr)
I came here to be funny, Get high meet some chicks and get monies/
Kicks all bummy cause I chose for it to be that, Keep my fly right where the beats at/ Back on my G-Dep well not really, Absolute mindfuck more like Diddy, More gritty/ Win on the agenda,Got em all withdrawing once they've seen that I entered/ I'm it just like tag, Swag in the mic bag/Trashed they like that, Don't touch/ I want the mic back you ain't pimp, And if so I been taught some different/ On some stage taking, Bring home bacon/ See boo smile and respond I'm gonna make it, Cool plus homie keep it smooth/ Aloe,Next time I'm a play piano with candles.

(Yung Papi Store)
Sipping on that Goya Soy, Listening to Tity Boi/ Papi let me slide on some change, Gracias mane/ Fly pelican, More than 10 friends that's lesbian/ Catch me in a tenement, with my favorite Mexican/ No heat two pits, Bumping my music/ Oldies and some new hits, exchanging fluids with a nude bitch/ How I do this is way simpler than it sounds, Everything I do I see as proper nouns/ Doubled down, 20/20 on some goodness/ You got eyes and I know that you're looking, I'm coming through like Bigfoot/ A little over six foot, Mad tall and bearded/ Doing some weird shit, Man that's just Kieran/ Did the art, track, and the video, You can go peep it on Vimeo/ Got a couple views on it, Dropped a couple jewels on it/ Mad clones twisted bones zoned on automatic/, All I do is sip wine with classy broads relaxing.
Track Name: THE DYNAMIC DERP NIGGLER
Gave a nigga buck fifty, ain't get no change back/ Suckas actin' Pretty Boy (Swag), nigga I wiLL change that/ You ca' get ya chain snatched, turn ya to a stain black/ Outfit colorful, lookin' like some stained glass/ Don't be a lame ass, none be the same as/ Broady niggas take that, I'm just tryna save gas/ Rap wit' an urgency, emergency break glass/ Rhyme like I'm 350, you aint in my weight class/ Tossed out the rule book, grab 'em by the face mask/ Should'a been a counterfeiter, cause I like to make cash/ Hit 'em like a Howitzer, here to make a great splash/ Push it like a power lifter, I'ma let you taste nads!

I be like... Derp, derp, derp, derp!
They be like... Derp, derp, derp derp derp!
She be like... Derp, derp, derp, derp!
We be like... Derp, derp, derp, derp, derp!

Fat ass, tight jeans/ Lookin' like the, Ice Queen/ Diamonds, high hells/ Fur coat, my dream/ Time to set the game off, want her on my team/ Baby lemme lick that, lookin' like some Ice Cream...

I be like... Derp, derp, derp, derp!
They be like... Derp, derp, derp derp derp!
She be like... Derp, derp, derp, derp!
We be like... Derp, derp, derp, derp, derp!
Track Name: BUTTER & JELLY featuring SHAMON CASSETTE
(Buddy Leezle)
I came to party, I'm in the house/ Niggas want beef like, In And Out/ I'ma open a window, air 'em out/ Ladies, love when they scream & shout/ Exhale smoke, let the demons out/ Game time, show 'em what my teams about/ Lo Sport jerseys, Lord have mercy/ Backstreet track meet, Joyner Kersey/ Them some haters, me no worry/ We on beastmode, eat them Furries/ Face aLL gone, throw 'em on a gurney/ Ride of ya life, take you on a journey/ Kidnap chick, she get dropped in Jersey/ Rep from here to Germany, We so sick, infirmary/ Game on lock nigga, Turn the key!

(Shamon Cassette - Hook)
Two Fifteen, Set the house on fire/ T-F-K, Raps top supplier/ Make you get low, while you gettin higher/ Freshest Kidz, We the club Messiahs

Two Fifteen, Set the house on fire/ T-F-K, Raps top supplier/ Make you get low, while you gettin higher/ Freshest Kidz, We the club Messiahs

(Shamon Cassette)
I don't need bath salts to get loose, Trees kief a little bit of goose/ Psychedelics I'm Dr. Suess/ Silent kiLLer, The Black Recluse/ Make you jump, and I don't need no Swoosh/ Convertible flows, I don't need no roof/ Rap in my living room, I don't need no booth/ You can get a choke sandwich, and a cup of juice/ Peace to aLL my niggas, gettin money on the stoop/ one love to the runaway girls, with the hoops/ BaLL with a milkcrate, Didn't have a hoop/ Got some ice cream now, and you can't get a scoop/ Fresh like MCMs, with the troops/ Blackwatch Lo's, got the beast in a noose.

(Shamon Cassette - Hook)
Two Fifteen, Set the house on fire/ T-F-K, Raps top supplier/ Make you get low, while you gettin higher/ Freshest Kidz, We the club Messiahs

Two Fifteen, Set the house on fire/ T-F-K, Raps top supplier/ Make you get low, while you gettin higher/ Freshest Kidz, We the club Messiahs
Track Name: JUMP ON IT featuring SAMMYDIMES
(Buddy Leezle)
Bitches on my dick, like they hoppin' a turn-style/ Wanna hang out, better make it worthwhile/ Wanna be the one, not the one you turn down/ Ass looks beautiful, turn around/ Smile for the camera, earn ya crown/ She a super model/ Body shaped like a bottle, peddle to the metal/ Make 'em go fuLL throttle/ Scent of Attraction, that many men foLLowed/ Boy she'LL tear you up, and leave you hoLLow/ Cannibalistic, animalistic/ Kiss of Death, must be the lipstick/ Mami so thick, but sick & twisted/ Not Gonna Take It, Twisted Sister/ Gangster of Love, had to flip the scripture.

(SammyDimes)
Sammy seems like a trampoline, She's ready to bounce/ More to the ounce, Gettin' 200 a teen, yamean/ My old ass is lucky I'm still standing, Lambskin Marc Buchanan/ Sweating bullets, Shorty's colder than a soaking tub/ She sees my bubble, Tryna join up with the soda club/ Make that a double, Oh you wanna get The Co. involved/ She knew I was an icon, Since being signed to Goldenchyld/ Shout out to the whole squad, Used to have high-class turn hoes/ Up in Holderness, Potentest of dro in spliffs/ Army issue tees they love it, Famous without a budget/ Like Wu-tang in that new Lex Land, Driven by Jules Duggin/ Who's fuckin?, Whole bunch of pretty crews/ Coupe cluckin smooth duckin, Grey Goose makin moves/ To the cool functions, All I wanna see is you/ When the moon's up and that's for true,So what it do?/ I gotta feeling that you're ready to go, And I concur with it/Find our own space, Me and you feels like a perfect fit/ Straight to the dance floor, Servin it/ No Omarion, Its Sam and Buddy's Not Wayne's world/ But party on, Excellent intelligent with a wild side/ A penchant for the paper planes, Peyton Manning mile high/ Fly guy no pretty boy, Take you through the city joy/
Riding in the spaceship, Quick little day trip/ Time slows down,Yeah you're caught in my matrix/ You've piqued my interest, Now come see what the rate is/ Haters gon hate let em, that's a non-paying job,They stay on the block while we take jaunts to Milan/ Put some type frost on your arm,The fortunate don/ Arrogant park the Porsche on your lawn, Shitted on your hood/ and left a body in the drunk, I deliver what you want/ Something real with that dump, Machine Gun Funk/ To all my people in the front, To the middle and the back/ Yeah the whole club's packed, Acrobat gymnastically/ want you all to get drunk, Get high get drunk/ Feeling froggy, then jump!
Track Name: HORSIES
Copped my first piece, at 10 years old/ Now I'm 33, and rock so much Lo/ BaLLs to the waLL, and aLL on the flo'/ Sometimes cant even open the do'/ Embarrass y'aLL niggas, when I open the robe/ Gotta stay dipped, from head to toe/ Try to jux this, and heads'LL roLL/ Yeah Yeah Yeah, on my Karen O/ Everywhere I goes, like a fashion show/ Gear priceless, like it'z wrapped in Gold/ Make big waves, here to splash the globe/ So fashionable, the way I match my clothes/ Mixin' different patterns, that'z the act of a pro/ ReaLLy doesn't matter, just as long as you know/ Infatuation started, with that little Lo-go...
Track Name: BREAKING NEWS
Cause tremors, when I stomp through your hood/ See the smile on my face, know I'm up to no good/ Wanna live my life, many wish that they could/ Niggas Can't Knock The Hustle, better knock on wood/ Buddy Bad To The Bone, on my George Thorogood/ Haters mad cause my home, be the place that they stood/ Got the # 1 spot locked, y'aLL just cock block/ Jump to conclusions, but it ain't Hopscotch/ Bubble like Pop Rocks, eyes on the shot clock, You can eat a hot cock, and drink some pee/ When ya think of the best, Yeah think of me/ Known as the infamous, Buddy Lee/ Shorty let me touch and, fuck for free/ Used to live in S.F., stiLL Sucker Free/ Bout to take the next step, don't step to me/ Jam I am Def, most definitely.

Head to my shoes, I am breaking news
Gotta get paid, been paid my dues
Everyday hustlin', makin' moves
Goin for the gusto, Refuse To Lose

Head to my shoes, I am breaking news
Gotta get paid, been paid my dues
Everyday hustlin', makin' moves
Goin for the gusto, Refuse To Lose

Gettin' money, like a nigga from Uptown/ Harlem or PhiLLy, either way you fucked now/ Kick it in the kitchen, known to kick up dust clouds/ SIlent Weaponry, and guns that bust loud/ Camouflage Ninjas/ Y'aLL get, injured/ Don't wanna Battle, Cats more like Kringer/ Skeletor'z back, we rap with a vengeance/ ExpeciaLLy grande, when I'm makin' my entrance/ Niggas think they Jimmy, better caLL they Henchmen/ Class iz in session, put you on detention/ Niggas ain't real, like hair extensions/ Fuck how you feel, long as I get mentioned.

Head to my shoes, I am breaking news
Gotta get paid, been paid my dues
Everyday hustlin', makin' moves
Goin for the gusto, Refuse To Lose

Head to my shoes, I am breaking news
Gotta get paid, been paid my dues
Everyday hustlin', makin' moves
Goin for the gusto, Refuse To Lose
Track Name: DOE OR DIE
Used to bump the A.Z., now my life Doe or Die/ It'z a cold world/ Bitch niggas, run to go inside/ Camo & Acidwash, here to make 'em coincide/ Peace to my Double L's, manifesting Lo iz Life/ Black Superman, make y'aLL niggas look/ Lois, like (bitch)/ Rose from the darkness, move towards the glowing light/ Feels so iLLustrious, they tryna Sandusky us/ But they cant' fuck with us/ We too, industrious/ Hard work, no sleep/ Get it in, go deep/ Sucka niggas, Bo Peep/ World fuLL of, cloned sheep/ Closed mouths, don't eat/ StiLL got the, hunger/ Destructive Appetite, when I was younger/ Older wiser, flyer than a glider/ Come off the ropes like, Jushen Liger, heart of a Lion, Eye of the Tiger/ Words gasoline, spit Fire From Saliva.

(Yo dun) Go dumb, CaLL it simply retardo/ Honey I'm home, Rap's Ricky Ricardo/ Bitches on deck, got chicks by the car load/ Imported Goods, Got 'em shipping escargot/ Hardbody, epidermis look like Marble/ Haters aLL pause and, look in marvel/ Y'aLL get charbroiled, smoked like Marlboros/ Bout to go Hammer/ Chow Yun, in Hard Boiled.
Track Name: ZOMBIE APOCALYPTO
Zombie Apocalypto, Make 'em dance like Calypso/ Radio, transmitting my single/ Big ships sink slow, while I just think bold/ Highlighter ink flow, Finger in a stink hole/ Leave 'em in a sink hole, Crumble under pressure/ Come through in loud shit, y'aLL niggas underdressin'/ 25 Lighters, stiLL sittin' on my dresser/ Bow to the King, that would be your best gesture/ Steppin' in the party, lookin' like a Court Jester/ This iz My Testament, word to Cormega/ Keep it extra sensory, give 'em more pleasure/ Move like a centipede, Hustle for the Cheddar.

He came to kiLL zombies, Y'aLL don't want me
To get raunchy, Papi brought his army
Wanna harm me, So sorry
Y'aLL salty, TeLL shorty caLL me

He came to kiLL zombies, Y'aLL don't want me
To get raunchy, Papi brought his army
Wanna harm me, So sorry
Y'aLL salty, TeLL shorty caLL me

He came to kiLL zombies, Y'aLL don't want me
To get raunchy, Papi brought his army
Wanna harm me, So sorry
Y'aLL salty, TeLL shorty caLL meee!!!