Go Down Low

And if you fuck with us you won't mind when we go down low
and when I spit I keep it colder than an Arctic flow
this duo came to do this, YNG SLLVN is fuckin' ruthless

LL YZZ comin' for your ass like a pornograph
Take a photograph, here's your nickel back
Up on death row writin' you an epitaph:
your beats suck -- your shit is whack
if your beats suck -- sorry that you feel attacked!
think you're dope? your shit is whack
got you in defense mode with your face down
and your ass up while you wait for the take down
I'm the kinda guy who bakes when he wakes up
then I make love 'til I'm late for my break down
just give me two to catch up
make it up later, two times as rough
four times the pain, one quarter the fun
please charge me interest, I don't pay enough
enter your PIN, I'm your ATM slut
take what you want 'til I'm out and you're done

And if you fuck with us you won't mind when we go down low
and when I spit I keep it colder than an Arctic flow
this duo came to do this, YNG SLLVN is fuckin' ruthless
And if you fuck with us you won't mind when we go down low
'cause if you fuck with us we'll drown you like it's undertow
this duo is fuckin' ruthless, YNG SLLVN came to do this, what's up

Let me clear up what I'm 'bout:
smackin' motherfuckers in the motherfuckin' mouth!
pow-pow-pow with a punch to the snout
upload the footage to YouTube for clout
I'm Scrooge McDuck with the big ass bank
Bought SLLVN a hot pink bling ass tank
we rollin' down the road and I throw grenades
like redhead bush -- fire for days
every turn of the clock's my time of day
and every day of the week -- Naturday!
gimme that beer and lemonade
I don't need a liver though -- those are fake
like economics and the stock market
Elon Musk and all his profits
lines dippin' like asses droppin'
that'll fuck up your world like acid droppin'

And if you fuck with us you won't mind when we go down low
and when I spit I keep it colder than an Arctic flow
this duo came to do this, YNG SLLVN is fuckin' ruthless
And if you fuck with us you won't mind when we go down low
'cause if you fuck with us we'll drown you like it's undertow
this duo is fuckin' ruthless, YNG SLLVN came to do this, what's up

Molly Ringwald

obsessed with finding the right vibe
to replace the sudden lack of nightlife
twins tamin a ragin bull is my sign
wreckage of a china shop in hindsight
here's a tip to readjust your spinal cord
get al dappered out and try to dance with dinosaurs
in a land where i even dream in trainwrecks
hand in hand, live streams, bed ain't made yet
zero track and i wonder where my life is goin
hero's back to plunder when the time is flowin
lookin back cause it's all just memories
from my fall and they don't wanna let me leave
so many legs of this journey like a centipede
pretend it's dope cause we in bold lettering
back in the day i used to say it was unsettling
all lost in love letters that you'll never read

chorus:
and these days when i'm writing songs
it's like i'm looking at an accident...

on the real there's not a lot of contenders
keepin it lit like a small uncle fester
chimeras bite stylesa, pretend to be the head nerd
cross me on the mic now all they say is "Edward"
whole crew fell off like lepers
beggin on your fans to act more like investors
all ass out and penniless
now nobody wanna grow up to be mc shhhhh...
racists on the rise, white rappers on the fence
cause they got ignorant fans they don't wanna offend
false profits and some culture vultures
expand portfolios and they money folders
little turtle heads out and they getting bolder
see that winter's coming and i'm getting colders
so much so feels like a blizzard when i'm speakin'
so much snow see the blizzard as a beacon

2-For-1 Special

[Vincent E. L. the Earwig Linguist]
Assigned producer or vocalist.
Separate and distinct, otherwise you're a loser or don't exist.
One of two roles, but I've found that they might vary
and when have I ever bowed down to a binary?
I'll lie buried before I prioritize winning,
eyes brimming at the prize, grinning in the ninth inning,
over taking part in the creative challenge
without wasting talents, holding back in the name of "balance".
Eighty gallons of raw skill, and you want half of it?
Pour out the forty in a sacrifice to Baphomet?
Don't want your teams too passionate?
Just a fraction of the imaginative capacity of this cabinet?
The sign says "must be this tall to ride".
Well, we're above it, so we're disqualified.
And when you all have died and the dust has settled,
there won't be anyone upon whom to thrust the medals.
Rusty kettles whistle as we boil over, soil coasters
and spoil your royal clover club with soy yogurt.
Annoy voters by proxy, openly mocking the system
and showing the moxie to throw the whole competition.
We'll talk, you'll listen, you'll all be wishing we won
when the mission is done, consensus is "this has been fun".
The distance we've run will be worth it,
'cause we multiplied the challenge and managed to still be perfect.

Unless you're super judgmental,
here's .5 Quartet, two for one special.
Twice as many as half of all of us.
Too advanced of math for dogmatists.
With risk you'll lose a blood vessel,
here's .5 Quartet, two for one special.
Doesn't matter if it's good or bad.
Just imagine what you could've had.

I'm pulling double duty, but I'm only one part of this.
I didn't make this beat, but I sent one off to Ardamus.
Our tracks will have you begging for an armistice.
Not for mercy, but rather to offer arguments
in our favor to the judges
till their stance on team structure budges.
Anything between raucus riots and humble nudges
till the maximum number of tracks per round fudges.
But don't hold grudges at our inevitable loss.
We're the martyrs in this myth and heavy is the cross.
The devil's in the flaws and the gods are gonna hate on us,
but in a few weeks all your followers are satanists.
We're great at this. It's like we're spinning thread.
We could do this even if we were the living dead.
Wait, I just got word from Ardamus, it seems I've been misled.
He won't be doing vocals, so I guess we'll simply win instead.

[Ardamus]
...Sike....
I drove you crazy
don't trip, I'm still gonna rip that beat you gave me
but i had to be an opportunist
they jump the gun with their round 0 but they never try and hop the bullet
More than Mario
doing Cardio
Sorry yo
I was never from the streets but I played around in barrios
Pardon my pardon beggin' my pardon no Dolly Parton
Startin' to get my star when they often keep jockin' my jargon
Harden with beard on my face, tryin' to ball again
I'm hardened with a sneer on my face, high as balls again
Figured its a good idea to show a little
what could happen when you have the right combination and flow a little
and...show a little, in this showcase, flow great
I kept diggin' and diggin' now I got mo' crates
Sure bet with the point five quartet
with EL on my drums, you should know we're a sure threat

Outta Bed

[Ardamus's verse]
Famous in Nerdcore, shit, I'm cool on it
No hatin', just sayin'if that's you wanted
And I don't give a damn if you rap at the right pace
Some yall like rap when its backed with a white face
And if that ain't you, just shut fuck up
Take a three clover, it's over your luck's up
Some of us battled fools who had guns in their waistline
Way before you could even function with face time
Before adult swim came on a late time
Back when your parents kept ignorin' the hate crimes
(Oh they still on it) no actual silence
Yelling all your plans like the Capitol riots
If I make you mask up, factual science
If I take ya task up, ya have an alliance
With the bathroom floor, as I take away stans
I'm like Urkel on the court with the breakaway pants

[Ardamus's Hook - 3x]
So sick of this shiiiiit.....
I got outta bed for this.....

[Vincent E. L. the Earwig Linguist]
Your non-weedsmoking token Swede made this dope ass beat in point five of a minute,
and I've got private citizens high, none the wiser, vibing with it.
Sky's the limit, type of shit I wipe from my lids in the morning,
I make heads nod in the middle of yawning.
Got you drawn in, fawning, on and on again.
It both is and can't be beat, 'cause it's a homonym. Astonishing
prominent promising competent shaman in audio processing,
vomiting vowels and consonants. Towels? Come toss 'em in.
Play possum and cross the jostling off of the list,
'cause .5 think outside the sarcophagus.
Hands and esophaguses discharing raw awesomeness.
Possibly blossoming into gods of incomparable consciousness.
Cream of the crop of this contest, no opposition.
This competition will end with one position.
Not first, point five. Half a double decker sandwich.
This is the part where I remind you it's my second language.

[refräng]
Så trött på skiten... Är det här vad jag klev ur sängen för?

Belongs to Me

Oh! Hello there.
It's very nice to meet you all.
My name is SirenSeraph,
And these lovely ladies represent PSX, Sing it ladies!

Hook 1:
Feel the waves swell, you're compled, say farewell, my Darling
Come follow me, you'll agree, i'm the key, as you sink to the
Soon you will know, down below, our love grows, my Darling
Into the sea, you will see you are free now that you're soul belongs to me

Verse 1:
Hi my name is Siren, a daughter of Poseidon,
My rhymes so vibrant, they be followin through my trident
Call me your Highness when you step onto my island
My kindness is timeless, but leaves your body lifeless
Persistant in my metronome, repeating echoes in my dome
Won't you follow me into my catacombs
This is now your home, and you'll never have to be alone
fade in - (free, now that you're soul belongs to me) - fade out
More aluring than a banshee, as rare as a vaccine
I'll make you a cup of caffine while dancing, you're laughing
gasping, trying breathe air that's not there in a world full of despair, is it fair?
Prepare to take that final leap, into the deep, a deep sleep
Where you wont here a peep, when I creep
Into your nightmares, while you're unaware
so say you're final prayer, now that your heart is snared

Showalter & Grimsrud

Showalter & Grimsrud, rocking the timbs look,
Looking like a shark with the fins up,
Sharp as a fish hook, arms harder than gristle,
Never snub Jax with a fist bump
Cyberfunk with that oldschool vibe,
Just sitting on a toadstool, coke and a smile
Smaug sitting atop the bone pile,
Profile is profound, but holds no style
Oh my, flexing in a pink Gi (Oof)
You can call me Dan Hibiki (Who?)
My ki energies leave you tipsy,
People saying I'm def had better learn to lip read
Cold diamonds, buried in the snow,
White powder comes down and clouds up the road,
Pull your trousers up clown you'll die in the cold,
Sub-Zero with the whole Lin Kuei clan in tow,
Banditt write raps, but me not do words good,
ill Alchemist is only scratching the surface,
Synthlad, makes beats inch perfect
And the beats heretics all use in their sermons
VPC 7's about to begin
Let me run down the competitors, real quick
Dive Bars would be my first round pick,
1 Up Funk is packing everything but the sink
Extra dial better dial it back,
DeshCo I dont think would have enough in the tank
Yung Sullivan take it straight to the bank,
Sailor Doom is the one to get your battelshit sank,
KKMDS is a dark horse
And I dont really know much about Pheonix Force,
Dappersaurus coming par for the course
I think [Glitchy noise] could be the one to carry the torch
Sorry if I missed anyone off the list, it's all part of my devious mind games to offset you and clear a path
for our ultimate rise to stardom
Oh and fuck Billy Joel

OKDOTJPG

Oh honey, you must be new with a bit too much to prove (OK)
Not funny like haha more like what are you even trying to do? (OK)
WATCH OUT, we got a bad ass here, eye roll react approved (OK)
HALF amusing, NAP inducing SNAFU (dude that's you) (OK)

Got a side eye like Heimdall for this entitled boy's deployed odd flex (OK)
Another Bateman/Durden/Sanchez/Fleck stan missing the point of the text (OK)
Just wanna hate fuck 808s on the first 8 dates no matter what that takes (OK)
Kindly back off the FACE, all of your BASE can take a trebuchet to SPACE (OK)

"Calm down it's a joke", right? Wanna poke out my eyes every time you type (OK)
You're a sapiosexual mayosapien mansplaining neophyte (OK)
Cause you KNOW you're toxic, flow like a faucet's stank like a late cracked egg (OK)
And I'm convinced I could do more for you with a ban hammer to the leg (OK)

You're a copypasta personified advocating for devils for sport (OK)
But your feelings don't care for facts so of course your reactions are oh so smort (OK)
Your swerving out lanes'll drive me to DRINK more taxing than painting it PINK (OK)
Not even mad as y'all mi ght THINK but here's my Pay Pal link (OK)

STÔRBOT

STÔRBOT

20 mil of dopamine, hoping for 'tonin
Sugar, spice, x-chem, essential components
Floating in the soup and loathing the moments
Where inner child proofing has encoded the openings

Ope. I'm a cope mech warrior all the sudden
With a stacked backburner, fats packed in the oven
Rock a few hundred pictogram minimum estro
Then cut off the source till it's squat on the andros

Flash in the pan, with a dash of the speed force
Coulda shoulda woulda but the book said I need more
Time for a life more aligned than assignments
With diamonds for hiding when climate's a shit storm

It just pours better when the blood stays in the bath
Water could be wetter, love bombs take care of that
Crafting a batch that'll pair with my whine
Many make do from scratch but the store brand's fine

It's delicious
Near religious
All the same, I'm
Barely satisfied

Garden of Ina
Through with Eden
Freely breathing
Barefoot and alive

I'ma teach ya how to make your life your own
Fly with teeth first to face and bite through stone
Drenched in ether, we leave the strife alone
Keep your preachers these purists strive to clone

At times I'm fine to go minus ultra
In spite of vultures my kind've suffered
Y'all stock your cupboards, we bare but molars
Await tweaks to measurements with tracking numbers

I come as I will be with healing on mail order
Doctors with borders keep gates on the corner
I rage at the former and push through the latter
While down with the move to make chutes out of ladders

Don't matter in the schemes of grandeur what the rules were
All bad bad but good enough for the Cool World
Animators drew with the dirtiest lines
Many make due from sketch but we trace just fine

It's delicious
Near religious
All the same, I'm
Barely satisfied

Garden of Ina
Through with Eden
Freely breathing
Barefoot and alive

Arrive at conclusions by step of the wind pipe
Down your illusions with prep kids all win fights
Tried just to bend I to fit scripts that pens write
Your friends like your gems, or I'd guess it depends, right?

Inside voices are abandoned for sport, kid
Decided on noise, no commandment endorsement
Of course all of yours keep a key close but we know
When a door stays closed then we're fine just to force it

Abort missions putting bubbles's precious norms at risk
Or tisk is doubled erupting in conflict
All the convict colonists with bodiless politics
Promise chronic intolerance but couldn't possibly stop this

You're a notch my bed knob, swept by the leg, guys
Never sympathize with devils or drop x height
Next time the hands y'all had nailed hold the line
We're due what's snatched, yours'll do just fine

Idea 3

Gotta keep it simple, don't know it like that
That's right jack, beats hit me man I fight back
I'm all small jabs (jabs) I got no hands (hands)
Not known through all the lands or the labs
I'm the type who might just panic and run
But I shouldn't because damn it's just fun
A master of none, jack a slanderous tongue
Meditating on my words I am one with the puns (ohm)

Rap amature but fluid as a manowar
I overthink it and I just get rattled more
I faceplant, here's your new challenger
The fuse is lit so why am i trying to hold a candle for
I just wanted to know if you were on tour
Like, subscribe, and click here to learn more
Like why am I trying to say these words for
Like where did you get that nerdcore at the turd store?

Verse Two and it's like I'm doing over time
Tripping on this little mic chord of mine
Wrestling with a whole damn load of lines
Pin em down I might get over fine
Rhymes with the lack of experience
I hope somebody there wants to be hearing this
I say this with the utmost sincerishness
This is me trying so hard to be serious

But I'm not known around here though
I want to be like a loud Mirio, like a renowned hero,
I unleash the noun arrows
Hope it sounds clear though this is round zero
Let's party maybe loan me balloons
Cursed snacks, bologna rangoons
Might be better than your homie assumes
It's VPC 7 just show me your moves.

Round 0

I'M ONLY RHYMIN' WHERE THE FUN IS AT
JOEY'S BACK Y'ALL, EMPTY OUT YOUR MONEY BAGS
FOLKS PLAYING GAMES AIN'T LEAVIN' WITH THEIR THUMBS INTACT
IT'S GOD'S FAVORITE RAPPER / ONLINE FUNNY MAN
(ME!!!!!!!!)
ALREADY WON THE ROUND BEFORE THE BELL RANG
CHECK THEM WHITE TILED FLOORS, THIS THE CELL GAMES
JOEY Z & BIG FAKE, Y'ALL DONT WORK AS WELL
BACKFLIP OFF THE CLOTHESLINE, THAT'S A PERFECT SELL
BETTER MAKE SOME BIG ADJUSTMENTS TO YOUR BATTLEPLANS
Y'ALL ABOUT TO WISH I KILLED ME WHEN I HAD THE CHANCE
ME & ADELINE CAN'T LOSE WHEN WE GOT AN &
SO IF ANYBODY BEATS US THEY CHEATED, THERE'S SOMETHING WRONG WITH THEM
IT'S JUST A GAME YOU WEIRDO, WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU?
THOUGHT I RETIRED, YOU MUST HAVE LOST YOUR MARBLES, FOOLS
I WAS CHILLIN IN MY ZONE PLAYIN MARVEL 2
STONED, EATING BBQ
SORTING THRU MY MOLECULES

Message Deleted

[Skit]
Ax Hey dude I emailed you the beat for our next round zero track. Hit me back and let me know what you think.
Ryan I heard the beat and I love it, but I think maybe doing another round zero is excessive. Let's save it for the competition.
Ax disconnects vm Fuck him. I'm doing it.

[Ax verse1]
Yeah, we got tired of waiting,
and pretending like we were patient.
We see the way these teams be hatin'
Look at all the dope memes we makin'
We just wanna get to V-P-Creatin'.
Spreadsheet got so many names in it.
Burnt my eardrums listening to all those round zeros,
Now I gotta get my temperature taken anally.
I'm insane with it.
Not a vocalist this year,
guarantee you gon' think
my beats bang and shit.
and if I mangle it,
it'll still be better than
half of what these other
teams came here with.
I'm getting cocky.
Usually that's not me,
but it is a trend you see a lot
in hip hop. We
gotta keep moving to the beat
of our own big drum.
Ready for round 1.
Y'all come get some.

[hook]
SiRTET
everybody else all stressed
about Ryako and Desh,
point 5 quartet,
KKMDS,
and the rest.
Come and place all your bets on the best.
SiRTET
nobody knows what to do
about Fireproof and
who's Häagen Dûdz
Also Bizarro Sailor Doom, yo.
We need a way to sabotage
Beaker and Kabuto.

[Ax verse2]
I'm just trying to give-it-a-little
gasoline know what I mean
To get the flames on the fire
to burn higher than-I've-ever seen
We're the only team
that you oughtta be watchin.
Burning up. Pouring neosporin
on my crotch and I
feel like the fire metaphor
getting beat into the ground
is the deadest horse
so I'll drop it then.
But you know
If Ryan gets a verse
he'll start talking
about cocks again.
Neither one of us is really Macho Men.
You ride Peloton
I eat sauces, friend.
Red, yellow, green.
You know what I mean.
The kind that you put
little pastas in.
I've talked my shit,
and my rap was tight,
and I've worked up a bit
of an appetite.
Here's the hook I wrote,
for you one more time,
then I'm headed to the kitchen
to grab a bite.

[hook]
SiRTET
everybody else all stressed
about Ryako and Desh,
point 5 quartet,
KKMDS,
and the rest.
Come and place all your bets on the best.
SiRTET
nobody knows what to do
about Fireproof and
who's Häagen Dûdz
Also Bizarro Sailor Doom, yo.
We need a way to sabotage
Beaker and Kabuto.

[skit]
Ryan Dude! Seriously Ax! What the fuck are you doing man I- we aren't gonna do another round zero! Like, that's it!
Ax Whatever. I'm the shit.
Ryan This is some bullshit Ax. Like, dude c'mon seriously! I said I wasn't gonna do another round zero! I swear to... I swear to God when I find you... I swear to God when I find you I'm gonna pound you so hard. I'm gonna just pound you... so hard.

This is War

VERSE 1:
Y’all need to work on ya flow,
Ain’t no punchline, that is facts,
Ax list for the Nerdcore show,
Bro, thank you for that.
As I’m inquiring the list,
I require assistance.
Never heard of most of ya’s,
We volley fire in the system,
'Cause THIS IS WAR BITCHES
Ha!
Just remember this for fun,
Y’all need to step y’all game up some
Better shoot back or run cause,
This. Is. WAR.
If I know y’all personally,
Y’all really gon get flamed,
With Cam3 and J on the beat,
Y’all winning? There’s no way!
Say

I am Full Metal, Nomad just a name,
I’ll break all your pixels,
Equivalent exchange,
Speaking full metal, yo Bandit the Ill,
Expecting all y’all songs to glitch up a lil,
I’ll Dive on y’all Bars,and dab on Stalara,
Myk Media's YouTube soar due to the drama,
And Jolimus Prime, you won’t win a dime,
Too busy bitching that your black is a crime
Got that Konami code love,
But Oh-mi, I am the queen, B,
If you go up-up-down on me,
You gon be wearing my hoodie,
Sweet with the flow, diabetes,
Level so high, I’m Type 3,
Ain’t afraid of making enemies,
Multiply 'em, Mr Meeseeks

CHORUS:
Better watch ya team,
As we step into the scene,
Wiped clean as you hear em scream
This is WAAAAAR!
I will claim the ring,
And I’m already the Queen,
Better bring it Nerdcore 'cause
This is WAAARRRR
Better watch ya team,
As we step into the scene,
Wiped clean, hearin' niggas scream
This is WAAAAAR
I will claim the ring,
And I’m already the Queen,
Better bring it Nerdcore, 'cause
This is WAAARRRR

VERSE 2:
Y’all know I rep Wreck The System,
But the rest ain’t on our team
Me and Cam, we made wreck,
Please don’t expect to destroy me
I’ll make Osiris who he’s meant to be,
Judging all these dead MC’s,
Call me his brother, cause he’ll get murdered,
That’s Typhon in pharaohs speech

Then Twill Distilled, she’ll get pedigreed,
Y’all better make an assembly
Primal winds are swirling round my enemy,
I am far beyond potential energy,
Double Dragon, that's skeptikal Danny G,
And Kadesh hating Tetris is comedy,
Mr Boujee, think you can slaughter me?
Give that boy's confidence a lobotomy,
Honestly

Mentally ill, I’ll be makin them feel,
They should head for the hills,
With this shit eatin' grin,
Fire at will till there’s no one to kill,
2-Ton I go tearin in while Ardamus yellin,
With Vincent EL and there’s no one I’m sparin,
Feelin like Eren, this shit eatin' grin,
Lovin the thrill, eatin' MC’s as meals,
Better save em or they’ll be Storyville

Lizardgrove ain’t taking ova,
We Crocodile Dundee,
If I see their hair on another character,
I'ma be like Damn Selene!
King Beaker may slice my neck,
Not worried bout Lex,
Before his beats do resurrect,
Turn Shawn Solo to Shawn Of The Dead

CHORUS
Better watch ya team,
As we step into the scene,
Wiped clean as you hear em scream
This is WAAAAAR!
I will claim the ring,
And I’m already the Queen,
Better bring it Nerdcore 'cause
This is WAAARRRR
Better watch ya team,
As we step into the scene,
Wiped clean, hearin' niggas scream
This is WAAAAAR
I will claim the ring,
And I’m already the Queen,
Better bring it Nerdcore, 'cause
This is WAAARRRR

Garbage Day

ayo we over limit
so hot but they won't admit it
and we fully wicked forging the papers ya get commited
what I see is vivid
so seamless it must scripted
all the verses are the sickness and nobody's got a gimmick
but then we gotta pivot
reality nonexistent
put RAP inside the thumbnail so everybody mimic
and we never timid
when everything has been shifted
we're going for a ride I hope your ass has got a ticket
know we cybernetic, stole it from optimus give em credit
I'm the greatest of the second gen though nobody has said it
been addicted
reach feelings that you encrypted
trophy has been lifted before anything's submitted
yo it's been a minute
i'm warning you that we in it
so often gotta sit it but we never gonna quit it
little bit a visit, i'm hopeful you don't forget it
everybody getting bodied, this is just the first exhibit
mp3 of your track : added to email

Line Em Up

[skit]
Euge: Did you say that the VPC is happening again!?
Ax: It sure is dude.
Euge: Well, will you be my partner?
Ax: I ...uh. well...

[hook]
Line Em Up (x15)
Let's go!

[Ax verse]
You already know the game we're named after.
Four square shapes falling down from the rafters.
Gotta get 'em all nuzzled up real tight.
Fill every single column, from the left to the right.
Watch the way that me and Huge Euge do it.
So easy we make it look stupid.
VPC is ours and we're here to stay.
Here's our round Zero, AKA Exhibit A.

[0:52]
God dammit Ax! Get your balls out my vision.
Let's do work so we can get out the kitchen.
I'll bring the flavors of vanilla and unseasoned.
Ax, you be the savior. My Neo, my reason.
Tricks up our sleeve. Carrot-top's cock is a problem.
Or Peewee in the theatre, jerkin off in a sock.
We are the Light and Ryuk of this competition.
And we're coming for ya all. Tap into submission!

[skit]
Ax: Whoa whoa whoa! Hold on dude!
You're uh... hey hey! You're rapping about cocks.
I said we were gonna rap about blocks, like Tetris,
like the blocks in the game.

[hook]
Line Em Up (x15)
Let's go!

[Euge Verse]
I don't need Merriam-Webster and I count on my fingers.
My inspiration comes from running with scissors.
Now let me tell you 'bout Ax. He's the one who knocks.
The muscle of our narrative. Ben Linus from Lost.
Our team of squares is two-fold. Just being truthful.
We'll serve you up a headache, a yawn, and a Moogle.
If you think you have us beat, well you probably do.
We'll still flex with the best. This much is true!

[Ax Verse]
Who the judges gon' be? How many
blackmails, bribes, and nudges I'ma need?
I can probably do a little fast rap,
but I'd rather cashapp and that's that.
Scratch that. Instead let me pitch this.
Link me to your amazon wishlist.
Basically this is a month-late Christmas
The best song that we'll make the whole competition.
Yup, and thank you all for listenin'.

POFF(glucosisedso reprise)

howdy, sport. is your father home? pass the phone along, please
that proper patriarch can push me up against the family tree
meet your new step parent, tiger, how’s the home been?
cause I’m about to come in like a wrecking ball and own shit

bone picking daddy whacker, give your papa back pains
slow grinds to jack hammers, whatever the man craves
whether shins down, on my tummy, back, or eyes
I have come to bring the thunder to his flat, vanilla sky

cause I’m fly like Norrin Radd, known to flirt with hella dads
tell your mom I’d relish bad romance with her better half
the last laugh is decent, the preceding scream is best
pour that sugar from the bottle neck directly on my chest

I confess, I’ve overreached but repentance is my mission
tell me papa don’t preach, but I’ve found my new religion
because the school is back in session for a lesson in some hard knocks,
a silver fox in charge of this chicken headed heart throb

HIDE YOUR FUCKING HIDE YOUR FUCKING
HIDE YOUR FUCKING FATHERS
HIDE YOUR FUCKING FATHERS, KID
HIDE YOUR FUCKING DADS
HIDE YOUR FUCKING HIDE YOUR FUCKING
HIDE YOUR FUCKING (daddy)
HIDE YOUR FUCKING FATHERS, KID
HIDE YOUR FUCKING DADS

we can beat around the bush or get “straight” to the bottom
drop bikini line and sinker, with a single hook I’ve caught him
got a problem with my plumbing but your pops is on top of it
big dad energy in liquid form, harvested

…

how’ve you been, slugger? miss your daddy in a bad way?
he’s puttin in that overtime and coming for that back pay
late nights, calves strained, sweat levels flu-like
he’s my Al Borland and it’s always fucking Tool Time

I know that he's a family guy, I'll keep the oven warm
till he comes home from work, then I'll take him to the floor
inform Honey Bear Sr. bout my five finger discount
if he ain’t reached his full potential, guarantee I’ll pull it out

about to carpe mentula, from frenulum to scruff
then he can slide into my dm’s cause I’m slippery when wet enough
I’m tough but he can tenderize and marinate my brisket
put the grill on high heat and flip me over every twenty minutes

this is super villain shit, where heroes gets seduced
he's the Bruce to my Selina on the rooftops in leather suits
the way we move’s an art-form, the painting’s great for stress
and we’re guaranteed to sketch it out in fifty shades or less

HIDE YOUR FUCKING HIDE YOUR FUCKING
HIDE YOUR FUCKING FATHERS
HIDE YOUR FUCKING FATHERS, KID
HIDE YOUR FUCKING DADS
HIDE YOUR FUCKING HIDE YOUR FUCKING
HIDE YOUR FUCKING (daddy)

we can beat around the bush or get “straight” to the bottom
drop bikini line and sinker, with a single hook I’ve caught him
got a problem with my plumbing but your pops is on top of it
big dad energy in liquid form, harvested

Oldie But A Goodie

[Vincent E. L. the Earwig Linguist]
Vince is old school like Princess Toadstool.
Your grandma's sewing circle thinks it's so cool.
I rebuild and music is my principal tool.
I spit rhymes while these kids just flow drool.
I take it back to the olden days. The golden age
When MC's knew how to hold a stage
and stand on a mic with rhymes that fold the page
and leave you so ashamed of your own you can't show your face.
I'll go to-- [space]. A small step for an enby.
A giant leap away from any speckle of trendy.
Recommend me whatever the heck and send me a cheque
and I'll spend it on an endless assemblance of venerable tech.
We're the creme de la gremlins 2 [the new batch],
which you and your crew would be stupid to pursue the opportunity to match.
A true catch, like zubats or whatever the kids are into.
The rare shiny thing long since discontinued.

[CHORUS]
[Both] We told you what it could be. An oldie but a goodie.
We'll show you how to boogie with our logo on your hoodie.
[A]And we Truly kept it how it was just a few enhancements
And Maybe yo it's old school we some new advancements
[Both] We told you what it could be. An oldie but a goodie.
We'll show you how to boogie with our logo on your hoodie.
[V] 'Cause the present is depressing and we're pressing our luck
betting the music of the past helps you forget that it sucked.

[Ardamus]

So old school yeah yeah that's bold
Yeah I'm an old fart,
Still rippin' you an new asshole
Don't even care if there's even fiber in your diet
A wordsmith leave you enlightened by the science
Start keepin' ya trap shut, and leave it at that
And dont tell these damn nerds that it's easy to rap
Comics dont even do it with jokes
dope dealers dont do it with dope
Just revealin' the scope
what you think you see tho, taking it back
crates of breakbeats, breakin' ya backs
It was makin' ya rap
And rhyme hard
And You weren't a DJ because you showed up and you brought you iPod
iPad, iPhone whatever you kids buy
No need for guns if they're lettin' the fists fly
Breakin' on the cardboard, practicin' beatbox
See back in my days, yo it started with street hop

[CHORUS]

[A]
Mindless chat, Time elasped
Out of pocket ass theory on what might collapse
Proofread it was written on the walls
Addictive old ways, now I keep gettin' withdrawals
Quick pause on the tape let's stay in the moment
Parallel universe take it and clone it
It wont be the same fade and the hi-tops
Turn it up a taste with the bass it might rock

[V] There's never been a time when everything was fine.
At least none that springs to mind.
We've been advised to leave that to which we cling behind,
kill it if we have to and never hit rewind.
But the thinner line might be minimized slightly
by the inner light we bring that shines brightly.
Strings that bind tightly, wings that fly lightly,
redefine things you think, and quite right, we--

[CHORUS]

Waiting For My Eyes To Close

[V]
I'm waiting for the sweet caress of sleepiness,
but I don't think the Sandman has my street address in his GPS.
Kinda wanna rob him like an insomnolent Prometheus.
Call it greediness, but my eyelids are tedious.
I've seen this flick the previous three-sixty-five nights in a row.
I'd like to know how to switch these TV sets to a variety show.
I try but it's slow. Melatonin decidedly low.
They call it hitting the sack and rightfully so.
When the fiery glow of the break of dawn
hits like the bag of bricks I'm scheduled to awaken on,
it makes it all the more annoying that it takes so long
to not just fake a yawn by the time it's time to rake the lawn.
The ache is strong, and it goes away? No, it stays
the same most of the day, then it grows, then a slow decay,
that always takes about twelve hours, maybe more,
and now we're right back to where the verse started. I'm waiting for--

[Chorus - Ardamus]
I'm waiting for my eyes to close, I'm waiting for my eyes to close
I can feel it in my body right now that I'm getting so close, I can feel it that I'm getting so close, I'm sayin' I....
I'm waiting for my eyes to close, I'm waiting for my eyes to close
I can feel it in my body right now that I'm getting so close, I can feel it that I'm getting so close

[Ardamus]
Got my hand on the scotch the other on a cell phone
About to leave the bar wonder how I'll get the hell home
Lovin' late nights got me hyper off the liquor
gentrified spots got me fightin' with the hipsters
Its 2am thinkin' damn I shouldve stayed in
Gotta a number from a cutie, bet it's probably fake then
half asleep in the Lyft, half drunk savage
Bags under eyes, emotional baggage
Damn I'm at my house knockin' over all my memories
Rent free livin' in my head are enemies
Attackin' just my inner me, energy
Can't spare
Self care said to myself that I can't care
Formal with the pillow now the day is now ancient
The weight of the world is now in this weighted blanket
Lady Jay call us out, man you think I even wept on it
Shiiiiiiet, I'm recharged by the way I even slept on it

[Chorus]

2x
[Ardamus]
I'm waiting for my eyes to close....
[Vincent scratches]
[Ardamus]
I can feel it that I'm getting so close....
[Vincent scratches]

This Is It Now, Don't Get Scared

(Chorus)
Trombones versus Tetris guess Sirtet is,
Lighting up the flames when you least expect it,
ExtraDial just adds to the pile,
I guess Fireproof is gonna burn for a while, 'cause it's lit
Who's next spit, next to make a hit,
Next to flow so hard, I wanna quit?
Maybe next week we'll be prepared,
This is it now, don't get scared!

Dropping bars for round zero, Chip and Tune heroes
Raging at the bull like we're Robert DeNiros,
I fear though, it's overcoming my soul, I'm not whole,
The mask I wear is slowly taking control

I'm angrier than MC Chris, I clench my fists,
But take a deep breath before I throw my fits,
I have to fight against the rage so I write against the page,
Lacking wisdom of a sage at my age

My lyrical ability is killing me,
The agility with which I free a soliloquy
Vehemently is flabbergasting, astounding,
But I'm still trying to perfect how the heck it's sounding

So give it a listen or give it a like,
Give it a wavering thumbs up if you think it's alright,
I can take a diss even it is backhanded,
But please use vowels, or I won't understand it

Chorus

My name is AJB, but you can call me Tune,
I am a wordsmith DJ that'll make you swoon,
I'm crazy as a tack, but as sharp as a loon,
Ask Josh, there's none like me, whoops too soon!

A rune in the rough, a diamond in the dust,
With a new kid on the beat for when the gods have rusted,
Pumping out a round zero as fast as we can
With the chip hop to rip off Mega Ran

Let me introduce, Chip, Alex is free,
The youngest kid here with the oldest emcee,
You better say your prayers, no seriously,
He needs your help 'cause he's def getting none from me

Glad to see Whitney's Keurig is on it's way,
I'm sick of Ax's and Ryan's will they, won't they,
This is gonna be a disaster, but laughter,
Is the best medicine, if it sucks, rap faster

Chorus

I'm sorry, where am I? What the heck was I doing?
I'm in a room full of talent, I've got nothing to prove them,
Win or lose, and I can't be choosey,
But I can still cry on my couch in a coozzy

I don't talk trash, I just take it out,
Literally, it's getting kind of full at my house,
I won't burn a bridge, bet, that's the worst regret,
No strangers, just nerds that I have met yet

When I lay down my raps it's just simple math
I grab the mic, then I cut the competition in half,
And by competition I mean crowd,
Turning up the bass 'cause I'm lonely, it might get loud

I fall apart at the top, break apart in the middle,
But I've got Alex's beat to stand on a little,
If this ditty doesn't do it for ya, shoot, than I'll fiddle
With Justin Curry's violin and try again

Chorus

We're done 'til round one, so we'll see ya,
The rest of this song is just onomatopoeias,
Pop-pow, ka-chow, crash, whack, ka-chang,
Boom, beep, zap, whipoorwill, biff, buzz, bloop

Check In

Hit up Ryako for a vibe
She was like "Bet". Yo she got me
What a time to be alive
Every week been feeling shocking
Look it’s Kadesh. I'm in stride
With that style that you cannot copy
Everything I make is hard
Hidetaka Miyazaki

Look If your soul’s growing dark
from the trauma of the moment
I can’t blame you. It’s been hard
I went from playing studio gigs
hit these shows ya boy was rising
Grinding carried by emotion
I’d just glow like moisturizing
After clarifying lotion

Felt so close to boasting how
I had been married with devotion
To the process always daring to keep focus
(triplets)

Now it’s all broken
Financial security from my art
Was something I had finally gripped and was holding
Grinding relentlessly seemed to be paying off
All opportunities seemed to be golden

I handled everything in my umbrella
But this was above me. I couldn’t control it
Government failure. The death had me hopeless
Couldn’t get out of my bed I was moaning
Had to reach into the depths of me
My ambition runs deep like abyss of the ocean
Fight through the pain
And the anger and dread
Took all that I had to keep vision in motion

Check on your strong friends

Check on everybody

Hasn’t been that long
But it seems like it’s been forever
So many bonds I’ve had to sever
Just to could keep my mind at peace

People swear that I’m strong
Talented, brilliant, clever
That I don’t fold under pressure
But I’m so close
So close

The last year has been a course on deep breathing
Therapy sessions and holistic reading
Random investments and incessant grieving
Attempting to smile when your heart is bleeding

All social timelines would rip you to pieces
Friends turned to cultists who pledge blind allegiance
Having to settle for lesser
With hopes I have time to save up, pack my bags and just leave it

All behind
I don’t know how to stop the sense
That we’re destined for imminent apocalypse

At least for yours and mine
Unless I end up hopping ship
And starting all over on different continents

I need to say goodbye
But what if I don’t got the chips
Get stuck in the fire cuz of the cost of it
Terrified that my future is second fiddle to popping clips
War against people I used to be rocking with
Gotta Dip

Check on your strong friends

Check on everybody

Check on your strong friends

Check on everybody

Check on your strong friends

Check on everybody

Check on your strong friends

Check on everybody

Hasn’t been that long
But it seems like it’s been forever
So many bonds I’ve had to sever
Just to could keep my mind at peace

People swear that I’m strong
Talented, brilliant, clever
That I don’t fold under pressure
But I’m so close
So close

Rapsody in B Better

Day three hundred twenty
seven of this quarantine.
Dying for some serotonin,
starving for some dopamine, cause
I can not bake any
bread anymore and I've
binged everything from Tiger
King to Mandalor(ian)

Even Marie Kond couldn't
spark joy: flint's broken in this
dark void, like Michigian. Hope's
dried up, out of stock, boy.

Days and weeks, nights and
numbers blur and melt together.
Calendars by Salvador, oh
dolly I've been trapped forever.

What kind of Twilight Zone
episode are we in for?
Extroverted like stormtroopers:
sick of all this Endor

Walls are closing in.
Casket for a room, drastic
voices with a boom, yelling
BRING BACK SAILOR DOOM

Maybe I should dust a mic off.
Mind over matter, psi ops.
Eye on the prize, Cyclops.
No time to waste, Bifrost.

Caffeiene's my number one food source.
That means, I don't got room for
discourse, discords, all of nerdcore,
NO MORE. SAILOR DOOM'S BORED.

Twill, set the pace! I'mma
run the track while she melts your face.
Yeah we're finally back, time to learn your place:
six feet down under piles of waste.

You took advantage of our apathy. When
you aimed for the moon, shot the rafters B.
In the name of the Doom, that's a travesty. So
PLEASE DO BETTER WHEN YOU RAP AT ME.

I took a shower.
The water's warm.
Smell so much better,
this ain't even our final form.

I did the laundry.
My clothes were worn.
No more pajamas:
this ain't even our final form.

I played your tracks.
My heart was torn.
Hope there's something better soon:
this ain't even our final form.

Jiren up on the mountain top,
hearin nothing worth our descent.
Bernie Sanders when you swing on us,
cause we're barely fighting at 1%.

Thank you all so much for trying,
what it is that we're implying
is there's nothing thought-provoking
in a track where you're just stroking
your own ego like a pussy-
cat or dictator who's losing
all his friends in house and senate:
just like him you'll never win it.

Worthless: waste my time no more,
raps from the dollar store.
Cheaply made, breaks in hand,
past your prime, all offbrand of the

real deal. Imposter syndrome's them
real feels, cut you deeper than
real steel, forged in the hands of
Hattori Hanzo while we Kill Bill.

Look, this ain't your Mama's fridge:
we don't have to hang your art up.
You are Doomed to fail, like
90% of the world's start-ups.

One thing's a sure bet:
comin round here is to court death.
Snap my fingers and you're short breath.
Never should've swam out of your depth!

Little fishes playin
with the sharks: you look delicious.
VPC's gonna eat you alive and
I'll be there to do the dishes.

Call me condescending,
spending time recommending
ending fore it even starts while
Twill Distilled tears you apart!

Twilly finna be real braggadocious
Y’all chucklehead’s rap skills real atrocious
Our flow is ill and our track is sick
Ketoacidosis cause I’m diabetic

It’s a remix kinda year, we’re flipping the script
Johnny gonna rap and I’m gonna produce it
KKMDS gonna win, call me psychic
But we’ll end up in second place so suck our dicks

inappropriate plug right here for my webcomic
In between the rounds you bitches better read it
Im a shitty engineer who lemme do this
LadyJ i’mma need you to fix my mix

Shit I’m sorry to get off topic
Gotta question to ask y’all real quick
"WHO ELSE SAMPLE CLASSICAL MUSIC LIKE THIS?"
("Actually! Richie Branson.. oh ok")
SHUT UP!

Speed rappin, base thumpin, a dash of comedy
Sailor Doom always gonna be legendary
No one can touch our chip-pop sound
Cause y’all dabble in clipping and sounding too loud (The mix is ass)

Covid got us bored in the house to tears
Sailor Doom is here so never fear
Cause you know every round will be entertaining
Even if y’all lose so stop complaining

[sung]
Oh and did I, mention that Hack and I
Can both sing really well?

Y’all bitches, sound like pneumatic gremlins
Straight out from hell

Aw hell!

Free advice: you should
probably take it.
No more nice on the mic cause we've
come to slay shit.
Yeah no one's gonna blame you if you
up and leave,
cause we're just getting started:
I still ain't rolled up my sleeves!

MOTHERFUCKERS (yeahhhh)
FATHERFUCKERS (yeahhhh)
ALL OTHER FUCKERS,
BETTER RUN AND HIDE.

SAILOR DOOM'S BACK, ALRIGHT!

Sleepy Time

sleepytime sisters bombing
tonkotsu on the ramen
pot heal me like a shamen
inhale til i'm coughin
not concerned with the other tracks you droppin
no other team is an otion
pull pants down dick floppin
masculinity toxic
talk shit get yo mouth bust
beta gotta bow down to the alpha
top tier rap you should already crown us
these other teams stuck in the middle like malcom
check nerdcore i'm the bad guy
i'm the reason batman's dad died
rhyme with flavor and heat like pad thai
i do my own thing like biggies bad eye
you heard this got scared now you gotta switch
you can't touch me like skyrim kids
this the best round zero track admit
if you don't like this it's cuz you a bitch
Gross you don't know who this is
but competing with me is foolishness
better shoot to hit , but you doomed to miss
like you tried to wipe but now yo booty itch
yeah, gimme that gold now
it's too easy to hold you down
i got skills what you know about
i'm too OP like Broly hulking out
you ain't got what it takes when it comes to this
solidified victory i'm the one to win
i already bribed all the judges good money spent
but just to make sure i sucked they dicks
all of judges are loving my voices
i'm making thier ear pussies the moistest
you others just have to deal with my choices
like sexually active conjoined twins
all you rappers is soft
wouldn't do shit if i'm slappin your jaw
over beats you sound awkward and off
like using your off hand when you jacking off
i'm-a-throw down like a hatchet toss
you wack like pasta that's lackin sauce
you a cat paw to a tiger's massive claw
keep coming back built better like a battle bot
i don't care what you on
hold up express lanes with a coupon
walk into a japanese house with my shoes on
i'm a genius dick shaped like jimmy neutron

Please Stand By...

[VERSE 1]
Who's that rapper again? On the track with the synth,
With the British accent, but he's lacking in vim,
Like a rash on the skin, pay no mind and he'll leave,
But he wont and he keeps on coming back as he please,
And he out raps, like 90 percent of these mammals,
Saying "Oh nice track, got a youtube channel?"
Kinda, but I'm feeling sort of trapped in the crosshairs,
Too old to operate the editing software

[BREAK]

Ralph bonner, in Starks armour,
And it's a wrap like a python or an anaconda,
Now the day is upon you, you better keep your guard up
Your rappers been ghost since the death of Arnold Palmer
And we all know my stance is quite rightly
Never make beef, it's a wee bit unsightly,
I just want my respect, see you need reminding,
So the next time you forget my name just call me "the allmighty"

[BRIDGE]
Who's been lurking on the facebook
Who's the VPC's biggest dark horse,
Who's been taking aim like a ray gun,
You all should hang it up like a dartboard

[CHORUS]
Who's been putting heart reacts on your songs
It's been Banditt all along
Who's been killing every track he's on?
It's been Banditt all along
Who's that rapper that beaker forgot
It's been Banditt all along
Who's about to take the number 1 spot?
Yeah, yeah, you get it, right?

[OUTRO]
Oh, and I've been feeding Ax all of his false info too... AHAHAHAHAHAHA

BL3ND3D F@M

Dial an extra fino grove, it’s danger hella flex skirt
Hella extra dial a danger final grovel excerpt ~
Tex-Mex text chain grotto w/ the sexperts
Mile high vinyl spinach, gobbling the next verse

hella fine extra dialer groveling for danger
nevermind the flex I'm just repelling my containers
been assigned generic but chimeric's more the nature
too hangry for the gameplay to wait for formal wagers

(This one's for the) playlists of the poor, insane, and sorta gay kids
The ordinary ordinateur is overrated
We co-ordinated in order to make a statement of intent
To live in your head without paying rent

alpine intent, pitch shift the tent.
Witch niche, which itch I scratch you lament?
Cauldron collider, mint julep cement You’re
Tuned in to humyns with punitive gems in a

EXTRAHELEDANGERDIALPHINOGROVE-A-DOCIOUS

harder to pronounce and yet the crowds are bound to quote this

EXTRAHELEDANGERDIALPHINOGROVE-A-DOCIOUS

Big fire trucks! BIG BOY FIRE TRUCKS!

EXTRAHELEDANGERDIALPHINOGROVE-A-DOCIOUS

If you say the word then we emerging like the locust

EXTRAHELEDANGERDIALPHINOGROVE-A-DOCIOUS

rhyme better, gooder, greater than your homophobic favourites
while hater haters fight to cancel cancel culture's basis
we place in first through third, absurd at nerdery with faces
all bases covered but we’re running buttered, based, and naked

OK kids, pick up all your play things, put em in their
Places, I don't want to trip down the stairs to the
Basement. Laser vision surgery should give you cutting
Gazes... if looks could k~ill.

I would be Ghengis, freak among us
Feed the fungus, meet the tempest
I’m the dampest, moisten, emphasis
To chungus lips in umbrage, and

thicc circumference thanks to drops from needle point
quick to bludgeon, upward thrusts till freedom’s scored
endorse ends, defenses of means leave me bored
but if we’re friends I guess you can pretend that you’re

EXTRAHELEDANGERDIALPHINOGROVE-A-DOCIOUS

Big fire trucks! BIG BOY FIRE TRUCKS!

EXTRAHELEDANGERDIALPHINOGROVE-A-DOCIOUS

If you say the word then we emerging like some locusts

EXTRAHELEDANGERDIALPHINOGROVE-A-DOCIOUS

harder to pronounce and yet the crowds are bound to quote this

EXTRAHELEDANGERDIALPHINOGROVE-A-DOCIOUS

Three duos, two members each, so there's four of us
Right? Verses and choruses tight.
Cerberus orifice bite, observers in
Forests at night - us versus deplorables,

Fight! as fedoras ignore us in forums, and bore us with
Quorums endorsing abhorrent embarrassments
Parody, apparently paradise lost in america.
Soften your character.

there in the fine print, a finger for mine, prince
your highness, my low down, there’s sex in our violence
timeless, I guess, or at least losing track and not pressed
except in the literal sense?

BONK! Thousand years horny jail for motherrr
What an incredible smell you've discoverrrrred
Blow me like the cover of a plainclothes provocateur
Future so bright we need rainbow binoculars

unexplained by philosophers, prophets, or any historical precedent, there was no way to read the bones until they had long since been bleached by the passing suns. what survivors remained spoke of massive advancements of three giants upon the back of a lizard with fists like hammers whose tongues flashed like guns…

THEEEEEEYYYYYYYYYY’RRREEEEEE

EXTRAHELEDANGERDIALPHINOGROVE-A-DOCIOUS

If you say the word then we emerging like some locusts

EXTRAHELEDANGERDIALPHINOGROVE-A-DOCIOUS

harder to pronounce and yet the crowds are bound to quote this

EXTRAHELEDANGERDIALPHINOGROVE-A-DOCIOUS

Big fire trucks! BIG BOY FIRE TRUCKS!

EXTRAHELEDANGERDIALPHINOGROVE-A-DOCIOUS