1. |
Dritty Birth
02:21
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[Verse 1:]
I’m thinkin' real melancholy
My woman's got her melons on me
All my friends are downtown drinking
I'm in Harlem on the toilet thinkin 'bout
Hot bagels, cold cream cheese in her jeansies
It wasn’t easy ‘cause I am greasy
Uh, you got broads in your dorm room?
You got broads, yeah they’re whores dude!
I got oil in my pores dude
I’m eatin’ Spanish food more dude
Rice in my face, rice in a napkin
Lice in the lace down in her panties
She takes a shower. I shake a tower
I take an hour as per the usual
She neck for hours but it hurts her uvula
I feed her arugula, I'm counting syllables
You countin’ boobs you fuck
I read a syllabus, you hit a silly bitch
You smokin’ blunts, I’m goin’ nuts
I read more syllabi, am I a silly bi?
Well, Barack got high, Michelle made it clap
But I just wanna see Malia make it shake
‘cause I can eat cake off a cocoa girl’s cake
Yeah I can make the bio major shake
I ask her what my genus is
She ask me where my penis is
I ask her what my species is
She ask me where my feces is
Wow! I guess you twerk on campus
Hey! You should try and work on campus
Or just show more of your assets
Uh, issa lotta girls ass sets
In my classes, in your dad’s bed
Vegan ladies: my meat is grass-fed
Am I content or am I just content?
[Chorus:]
Shit on a titty, tit on a shitty
Walter Mitty: start a new committee
Hit a pretty biddy for infinity
From a new city ‘cause I am Dritty
Shit on a titty, tit on a shitty
Walter Mitty: start a new committee
Hit a pretty biddy for infinity
From a new city ‘cause I am Dritty
[Verse 2:]
Do you have aesthetic or is your ass thick?
You just need some frickin’ chap stick
I need one more chicken frapp stick
Am I angry? Just a tad bit
Temper: don’t know how to calm it
Chapped lips and I fuckin’ balm it
Fap it ’til I’m in bed bawling
[Chorus:]
Shit on a titty, tit on a shitty
Walter Mitty: start a new committee
Hit a pretty biddy for infinity
From a new city ‘cause I am Dritty
Shit on a titty, tit on a shitty
Walter Mitty: start a new committee
Hit a pretty biddy for infinity
From a new city ‘cause I am Dritty
[Verse 3:]
Yo, my bedroom’s got the bros in it
The kale den’s got the hoes in it
My bar binder’s got the flows in it
And the cornfield’s got the crows in it
The laundry hamper’s got the clothes in it
My college courses, I’ve chosen it
In FIQWS class I’m Slobin’ it
Man it’s grass and flowers, I’m hosin’ it
Fuck her ass for hours, I’m closin’ it
If you need GOLF, I’m holdin’ it
If I’m playin’ golf, I’m holin’ it
If it’s got three holes I’m bowlin’ it
And the kitchen cupboard’s got a bowl in it
If I’m on reddit I’m trollin’ it, if I—
Rise of the snakes, bitch don’t step on the brakes
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2. |
Bar Seminar
02:11
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[Verse 1:]
American white bread, am I fat? Ehh
I like Friday’s unlimited apps
I take a crap they say
“Fat people aren’t allowed to fall in love because they’re fat!”
I like venti java chip frapps
I take deli sandwich craps
I beens eatin’ lotsa carrots
If you've got your dead
Grandfather's jacket then I’ll wear it
Issa sexiest gear, uh
I been studying bars for years
Call me the Bar Scholar
Soon I'll be a Bar Doctor
Soon I’ll teach a class
A class on bars!
Do you know my ex?
She shows her ass at bars
Askya-askya-askya-askya-
Askya-askya-askya-askya-
Askya girl if she enrolled in Dritty's Bar Seminar
She says no, you give it to her really hard
Keep on being as happy as you are!
Keep on being a nappy admirer!
Keep on getting promoted and hired
She seems distant, she seems tired
“I’m not gonna dump my pipe into the fire!”
[Verse 2:]
But you jizz in it anyway
Make a lake in it
And deep down, you know she's taking it
She takin yo dick and my dick
And my class, her ass is in it
If she passes it
I’ll smash!
She'll get high honors
And once again
I’ll put these nuts on her
I’ll put this nuts by her...
My friend Becky is the choir
My ex gimme necky and it makes me shoot higher
“I’m not gonna dump my pipe into the fire!”
[Verse 3:]
In her innards I am spackling
Downers in her she is lagging
Kindling and tinder’s in the wagon
Write in Tinder im into dragons
She said “Faggot, preferably
Don’t be dragon these nuts across my face,”
Might as well dump it in the fireplace
Ask her to dictate how this dick tastes, uh!
[Verse 4:]
It’s not the droppiest drop
But, yo girl she the thottiest thot
She adore the frat they say
“Fat people arent allowed to fall in love because theyre fat!
So ass twerkin’, jerk jerkin’, abs and planks are all she worries about now
You’re the highest rung on the social ladder
If she’s drunk then it’s easy to add her
On your snap or on your faplist
Only when ur smacced does she look the baddest
But when the sun cracks are you the saddest?
Are you a zombie at the gladfest?
In the night is it only litness?
Is the night only belligerent?
She seems tired, she seems distant
Clean the grime off of your bitch net
Tell the frat girl you’ll only have the fittest
Yeah I too am into fitness
Fitness dick in yo mouf!
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3. |
Dritty Grocers
04:31
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[Intro: Dritty Pope]
Ha, who, ha ha ho ha who
Ha, who, ha ha ho ha who
Ha, who, ha ha ho ha who
Ha, who, ha ha ho ha who
Ha, who, ha ha ho ha who
Ha, who, ha ha ho ha who
Ha, who, ha ha ho ha who
Ha, who, ha ha ho ha who
Aye, aye
[Chorus:]
Make the beat, bake the meat
Overcooked, overheat
Bars on fire, Yes, you’re hired
Dritty Grocers is complete
Make the beat, bake the meat
Overcooked, overheat
Bars on fire, Yes, you’re hired
Dritty Grocers is complete!
[Verse 1:]
Welcome to the grocery
Well come in the hoes you see!
Get the chocolate at the checkout
No cash? Take your checks out!
Drink a Slurpee when your sweaty
Frozen pizza’s almost ready
Dip Tositos in the queso
Yes I’m high but also they know
Dritty’s in the building
Got a biddy on his building!
Oh, the foamy that’s the clindy
Always likes to soothe my bindy
Put the sali on my face
Meet the gal she at my place
At the market wearing lace
Eat the salad just for taste
She’s strawberry blonde
And her bra isn’t on
And I’m high off the ‘uan’
Turn around and she’s gone?
Enter my market
Don’t forget your harness!
Bae goals in the fridge
Babes in the crib
And now I’m gonna drink an extra big Mr. Pibb!
[Chorus:]
Make the beat, bake the meat
Overcooked, overheat
Bars on fire, Yes, you’re hired
Dritty Grocers is complete
Make the beat, bake the meat
Overcooked, overheat
Bars on fire, Yes, you’re hired
Dritty Grocers is complete!
[Verse 2:]
Comin’ back with the pulled pork
I eat ‘tang wth a dirty fork
I got a box of the mac
We make macaroni I’m behind her back
But we ran outta soda
Hit the grocery store, hit a grosser whore, go grocery shopping
Bro, sure I’ll cop it
No sir, I’m not sloppy
But I’m in the Coke aisle. Sure, snort!
Never benevolent when I’m makin’ frozen pizza
I meet a disheveled bitch and I fuck her over easy
I fry her eggs, I make a man
He’ll make it big while you shoplift
Yo, do good, feel good
But now they tryna steal goods
So now they think they feel hood
And now I wanna feel wood
Mind over matter
It’s a hands on matter
Stir up the batter
Batter up, badder butt
Hit it hard, seal it shut
No poop, Dritty Pope
Play the loop, okay nope!
[Chorus: Dritty Pope & Lil Father Time]
Make the beat, bake the meat
Overcooked, overheat
Bars on fire, Yes, you’re hired
Dritty Grocers is complete
Make the beat, bake the meat
Overcooked, overheat
Bars on fire, Yes, you’re hired
Dritty Grocers is complete!
[Verse 3: Lil Father Time]
I'm your neighborhood baker with the premium salt
Pay me my labors and I'm out this bitch
And I'm off to baltimore, more, more, need anything?
‘boutta hit the corner store!
Milk and rye, that's what I'm for
Slumped, tucked
Fitted, teeth gritted
Grills fitted with plastic
Chemistry can, ain't that fantastic?
But bread's stale as a hockey puck
Yo, Dritty in the grocery'll hook you up!
Steve off the bars, but still on the bangs
Same with the sushi and same with the grains
Protect us your mercy and
Bring us the rain
The grain only grows when we unleash the bangers to fall to
Hit drum like one-two
Ears barely keep up like gum-shoe
Ooh! Diddlies on the mind, that's my gumption
@sethmeetscience I’ll meet you at functions
413 get the fuck outta Dunkin’
Let me tell you something:
Fields of green that's where I'm from and
Pumpkin head trippin' round fields of strawbs
We going to college, we getting us jobs!
Illegal Civ riot school is cool, like a lot
Toss the old life reinvent your ways
See us on camera, see us at plays
DrittyWear collab with the Frito-Lays!
You know what I've been up to?
Been doing for days
Ive got vocations, SethMeetsPrayer
But lemme be honest
Dritty beats the meat but his girl likes it braised!
[Dritty Pope & Lil Father Time:]
Aye, Aye, Aye, Aye
[Chorus:]
Make the beat, bake the meat
Overcooked, overheat
Bars on fire, Yes, you’re hired
Dritty Grocers is complete
Make the beat, bake the meat
Overcooked, overheat
Bars on fire, Yes, you’re hired
Dritty Grocers is complete!
[Verse 4: Dritty Pope]
Got an AK-47 on my back, tryna shoot it
Eat the soup with a fork but my mom said spoon it
All I'm doing is eating uncooked ramen
Then I'm pooing bricks, red waters common
Feel my intestines, feel up my next bitch
They both bleeding, hey both pleading with me:
“Stop beating it Dritty, stop beating me Dritty!"
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4. |
Mow Bros.
02:29
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[Verse 1:]
Either you’re a pimp or a hoe but not both so pick one
Scoopin’ up dirt man this load is a thick one
Hoe yourself, mow lawns all morning
Hoe you’re wet, all you are horny
All I do is mow lawns all day
If my hoe just yawns she’s probably gay
Fill the truck with grass pie
A townsfolk walks by
He gives a condescending “Keep it up!"
The broom bitches still sweep it up
Write the bars down in your planner
Show ya girl a banana!
We the Mow Bros., your lawn’s mowed
We use hoes like hoes
We get ‘em dirty, they pick up the weed
Do we clean ‘em? No, they’re gross
Submit to your boss you get decent 0’s
Quit, hit your bitch but she still gets o’s
Hit the deli get a dolla coffee
Use a leaf blower to get ya girl off me
Ask ya boss, “How we doin’”
He says “That lawn is ruined,”
He says “Plow the ruins,”
I piss on the job but now im pooin’
I rake the dirt ’til the cow starts mooin’
I make her squirt then she starts pooin’
Lawn Boys clean the whole village
To hop in the truck Is ya hoe's instinct
Mulch men make the beds black
If I don’t shower then my bed’s black
I’m nasty. The sweep sluts just ask me
Why I don’t shower, all I do is snack
Mark does another light wack
I blow out another black crack
An assfault crack, a village asscrack
Sean eats out a white man’s crack
Dirty Galligan take a bath
Hit the crack out of a spoon
Your hoe got the crack that i spoon
[Chorus:]
Larry: that snake in your shirt is about to rise
I flirt in the workplace with older guys
They all have wives, they all tell lies
The dirt on my hands is only a disguise!
That snake in your shirt is about to rise
I flirt in the workplace with older guys
They all have wives, they all tell lies
The dirt on my hands is only a disguise!
[Verse 2:]
Either use a rake or a hoe but not both so pick one
Need a dirt job then hoe does a quick one
The cake on your hoe is definitely a thick one
Yes the hoe gets deeper
In your hoe I’m deeper
If it’s grassseed I’m sowin it’
Also hatred I sow a bit
The nice titties get shown a bit
My last bitch is a hoe a bitm
Her farts are from a public twerk
I’m from the Department of Public Works
I mow for the DPW
Tell ya boss, “Bitch, I had enough of you.”
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5. |
Can Piss (Interlude)
00:55
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[Austin Mccomb & Matthew Rotker-Lynn:]
10027, uh, 10027, uh, 10027, uh, 10027, uh, 10027, uh, 10027, uh, 10027, uh, 10027, uh
[Dritty Pope:]
*sound effects of eating a bacon, egg, and cheese and a bag of rap snacks*
[Dritty Pope & Matthew Rotker-Lynn:]
I'm at the Harlem Campus, the only place I can piss, I'm at the Harlem Campus, the only place I can piss, I'm at the Harlem Campus, the only place I can piss, I'm at the Harlem Campus, the only place I can piss, I-
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6. |
C C n Y
02:28
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[Intro:]
Start a pizza business ‘cause I knead the dough
Start a pizza business ‘cause I need the dough
Bart a stizza pusiness ‘cause I
Start a pizza business ‘cause I
Bart a stizza business ‘cause I deed the know
[Verse 1:]
Yo, I start a pizza business ‘cause I knead the dough
At the market make a fetus with my previous hoe
Man, I fart on Austin’s penis, man, I need a hoe…
Yo, girls go to college to get more knowledge?
Hey! I’m at City College to get more DrittyKnowledge!
I’m at the Harlem Campus
The only place I can piss
At the campus deli i get
Pringles, that’s a can of piss
I start a health club
No one Joins; they’re at the club
I’m chillin’ in the Marshak
Named after Greg Marshak
I’m lookin’ for a snack
Head over to the NAC
Cafe because the Marshak doesn’t accept my CityOne card
The NAC Cafe is closed so I hike the hills of Harlem
It tones my thighs; here's another bad bar
My dorm room thats Barlem, in my dorm room im barfin’
And later Salsa Mambo dancing in the NAC Ballroom
[Chorus 1:]
[Safat Chowdhury:]
Everybody give a big hand for Clark!
[Dritty Pope and Audience:]
When I say CC, you say NY
CC! “NY!”
When I say CC, you say NY
CC! “NY!”
[Verse 2:]
I’m at the Harlem campus, I sleep through all my classes
Got a fat bitch and some cannabis, I take advantage!
City College astronomy with no planetarium
City College ants crawl down the old stairs we’re on
City college pool thats got asbestos
City College women I hear they get the best o’s!
[Chorus 2:]
[Dritty Pope and Audience:]
When I say Beavers, you say Nation
Beavers! “Nation!” Beavers! “Nation!”
Beavers! “Nation!” Yeah, CCNY!
You are in the building, give it up for yourselves!
*Audience screams*
[Verse 3:]
‘cause CUNY’s got a puny budget
Only Coico can touch it
I can’t even touch tits
Everybody's on their own shit
This beat? Yeah, I own it
I make my own beats
I’m mentally obese
I’ve got weak material, my junk is veneriall
This sermon’s diabolical
You’ve got nasty follicles…
Write an essay for FIQWS
What the fuck is FIQWS?
Anyway I hit a thick bitch
I finish up with FIQWS
I find out she's a dike bitch
And she don’t even like dick!
Uh! Wow, college, wow, knowledge
I'm just tryna fill my wallet
I'm just tryna fuckin ball it’s
‘cause I’m such a fuckin’ gromit
Eat my fuckin’ ass and vomit!
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7. |
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[Verse 1: Dritty Pope]
Yeoman was the start, and this is the finish
I’m not retired, but I’m changing the gimmick
Bromine on my desk, cheddar in my spinach
And now I’m gonna change my name to vinegar!
[Verse 2: jesus Chris]
Pope Gang revival, it’s been a while
Since the gang has spit, this vile shit
To the masses, hoes on their asses
Writing all their bars while we’re skipping’ all our classes!
[Verse 3: Dritty Pope]
Eating lotsa Halls, and reading the wrappers
Sucking’ people’s balls, most of them real rappers
So I don’t get respect, balls down my neck
Brown on my neck, most of them are also crappers!
[Verse 4: jesus Chris]
Dritty’s deepthroating, I’m motor boating
With these walls that I’m coating with DNA
I swear I’m not gay, and I don’t play
‘cause these raps are foreboding!
[Chorus: Dritty Pope]
Bars Miscellaneous, truly is heinous
Flows like the shit from a well-oiled anus
Spit analytical, spit real typical
Drop that beat like a defenestration!
[Verse 5: jesus Chris]
Names’ jesus Chris, but I’m still not feelin’ it
Bananas on my waist but she’s still not peelin’ it
Won’t give me head, send her off to bed
Try making bread, but instead I’m fuckin’ stealin’ it!
[Verse 6: Respected Artist]
Bars miscellaneous
Forged in ores of crushed Coors
Yet the flavors are flavorless
Two tabs of chrome dethroned savoured with
Goon ran crab the fads are drum laden swift
(Gong) Woke up in a cold press juicer
Quick enough to pick apart the pulp mess tumors
Head rumors, used to fuse snooze
To ruse and confuse the mood of bed loomers
Shit! Let's just hope I'm mellow
‘cause I could fill a whole lotta bowls with yellow
And you could fowl owls in towels from false ghettos
Man, I'm never not shallow my bowels are like Jello
Hello, how are you this morning?
Just thinking bout the stinking trout of clues in mourning
Used to be on top of the elusive hoarding
But I'm currently ahead of all the news it's boring
Drit be snoring
Chrispy in the corn’ making food for hoarding
Sorting, the necessary moods for snorting
And cooking up something good
I'm talking Persona grata in latey dramas with baby mommas
Terra cotta koalas and Dalai Lama’s in shady ‘jamas
Never part of the parlor to prop his callers
And he hollers with dollars and scabie bites in the squaller
Don’t know how that went
Thinking close to bad but my mind is spent
Indent onto a new rhyme leave it up to intrigue
Liturgy to spit or feed impassive dick weeds
Before complaining about the mass and sermon
Go ahead and bring a cain in for all the standing hermans
Don’t sue the layman cuz his parkings iffy
This part will make you gay man so just hide the stiffy
[Verse 7: Dritty Pope]
Dritty, Dritty, Dritty
In Vatican City
Takin’ big shitties on Italian titties
Woah, Dritty’s in the Vatican
Chillin’ with Dirty Galligan
Whoops! Won’t say that again… Uh!
[Chorus: jesus Chris]
Bars Miscellaneous, truly is heinous
Flows like the shit from a well-oiled anus
Spit analytical, spit real typical
Drop that beat like a defenestration!
[Verse 8: jesus Chris]
Find us on campus, you know we’re boisterous
Find your girl, yeah, you know she’s moist for us
Find your guy on Grindr, he says, “He’s just curious,”
Yeah, I bet your fuckin’ furious!
[Verse 9: Dritty Pope]
Ready Colombians, they say “Listos!”
Rub ya girl’s bean, she gets the least o’s
Only ‘cause your middle finger technique blows
All you do is fiddle with stank and weak hoes!
Fiddle!
[Verse 9: Respected Artist]
I piss purpose in a Rent-a-center
Bent a vent or four-door
Probably economy I’m not exactly poor
But I’m not exactly rich so I gotta keep my score up
[Verse 10: Dritty Pope]
My bars are so cold, I’m friction’ freezing
My Dritty shrunk, no big ol’ penis
I’m shitty drunk, I need some pizza
Just guess how messed up my spleen is!
[Verse 11: Respected Artist]
You gotta change your policies, abolish these
Cummy-carpet dollar trees, my dollar sees
Above the trees of scummy market collar creeds
Collard greens, I don’t like my collard greens
But college dreams make it seem that everybody’s fucking me
[Chorus: Dritty Pope & jesus Chris]
Bars Miscellaneous, truly is heinous
Flows like the shit from a well-oiled anus
Spit analytical, spit real typical
Drop that beat like a defenestration!
Bars Pusillanimous, truly is magnanimous
Organize these bars on my childhood abacus
Trifuckta savages, I always snack a bit
I fucked a bag o’ tits, where the fuckin-
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8. |
Oral Diarrhea
03:00
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[Intro:]
Oral Diarrhea, wouldn’t wanna be ya
I don’t wanna see ya
[Verse 1:]
If it’s breakfast, I’m eating’ it
If it’s chest hits, I’m receiving it
The best shits are green a bit
The best bitch will scream a bit
My next bitch, I’mma pee in it
If the dress fits, girl, be in it
Either I text Vic or I’m beatin’ it
Geez...
But I’m warm so I’m dormant
Lazy minded like normal
Ground-breaking like a foreman
Brown ladies I got four man
Add a bar to the floor plan
Add another bar to the floor plan
I’ve learned, how to yearn
And I yearn for your urine
If you’re near then I came
If you’re near then I Came!
Are you here? Are you sane?
Can you hear me the same?
Do you love me the same?
Am I high or insane?
Am I tied up in chains, yes…
[Verse 2:]
What if I switched my ass and my mouth?
All I do is talk shit anyway
All I do is talk Drit' anyway
All I poo is oral shit anyway
What if I put my ass in my mouth
All I do is eat shit anyway
If I spit fast, then you listen
“Wow, that shit’s good, he’s got flow
He sound like the rapper that I used to know,”
What I put my mouth in my ass?
I’ve always wanted to eat my own ass!
I’d talk diarrhea and I’d show my friends
I’ll cry me river, somebody help her
Get me outta this jizz-covered bed
Tryna pass class without beating my meat red..
______’s sucking dick like _______ pays him $9.08
______ talks to Vic, like lemme know your height and weight
Rise of the Snakes, bitch, don’t step on the brakes
Rise of the Snakes, bitch, don’t step on the brakes
______’s sucking dick like _______ pays him $9.08
______ talks to Vic, like lemme know your height and weight!
Rise of the Snakes, bitch, don’t step on the brakes
Rise of the Snakes, bitch, don’t step on the brakes!
[Verse 3:]
Frozen pizza’s in the freezer
Put the mayo on the wiener
Boiling it makes it cleaner
Toy with me, don’t be a cheater!
You rap good, my raps are weaker
Jungle juice out of a beaker
Sour cream as coffee creamer
The green is in my past
My team is all at class
So I’m alone but I still have class
And a bad knack for trash raps
And passing gas in front of a lass
Whose nose thinks crass!
Why can’t I fart in front of girls?
Why can’t I start to rule the world?
Why can’t my heart just choose its purpose?
Why can’t I do a decent verse?
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9. |
Heba (Interlude)
01:19
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Heba, heba, heba, heba, heba, heba, heba, heba, heba, heba, heba, heba, heba, heba, heba, heba, heba, heba, heba he buda buda, he buda buda, hey! Hey buda buh buda hey buda buh, buh, buh, heba heba heba heba heba heba Ha! Hoyba hilba hilba hoa hoa hoa ha, hoa hoa hoa ho, Sabba da, do ba day ba, habba da, do ba day ba, habba da, do ba day ba Heba heba heba heba heba heba heba
Haw buda buh Haw ba, habba do haw ba, habba da
Baw, baw, baw, baw ,baw ,baw, baw, baw-
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10. |
Avant-Larde
01:32
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[Intro: Dritty Pope, jesus Chris, & Respected Artist]
I come alive in the nighttime, I- I- I- come alive in the nighttime
I come alive in the nighttime, I- I- I- come alive in the nighttime
I come alive in the nighttime, I- I- I- come alive in the nighttime
I come alive in the nighttime, I- I- I- come alive in the nighttime
Describe yourself as Avant-Garde?
Prescribe yourself some ramen larde, bitch!
I come alive in the nighttime, I- I- I- come alive in the nighttime
I come alive in the vra- vra-, I come alive in the Mwah! Mwah!
[Verse 1: Dritty Pope]
You come alive in the nighttime?
I fuck her thighs in the nighttime!
When the sun is out
I’m movin’ like bowels
She wet like a shower
You dry like a towel
You come alive in the nighttime!
You call my wife in the nighttime
You cuck a bro in the nighttime
You suck a toe, now it’s my time, Go!
[Interlude: Dritty Pope, jesus Chris, & Respected Artist]
Suck on my, suck on my, suck on my toe
Suck on my, suck on my, suck on my toe
Suck on my, suck on my, suck on my, suck on my
Suck on my, suck on my, suck on my toe!
[Verse 2: Dritty Pope]
You come alive in the nighttime?
I come alive in the morning
I come alive when I wake up, when the
Light hits my eyes and my brain starts to work
I am alive in the daytime
You only live when rules don’t apply
You act yourself when you drink top shelf
You can act a fool, you can act real cool
But you can’t act yourself without Bud Lime?
Just eat an egg and then fly!
Tweak off the joy of being alive
Get vertical, don’t get high
You come alive in the nighttime
I’m eating fries in the nighttime
I’m spending dimes, and treating dimes
To juice, and we’re high all our lifetime
You gettin’ high in the nighttime?
I’m gettin’ high when the birds fly!
I turd wide, I’m sure lithe
You’re crying, hey we’re all dying
But are you dead in the daytime?
Are you a zombie when it’s classtime?
Do you only say mommy when it’s asstime?
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Yeoman
03:49
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This 'bouta be crazy, this bouta be crazy
Yo, yo, yo, ayy
Chorus: Dritty Pope
Yeoman, Yeoman
Essential member of the Pope Gang
It's past season OldWang
Seth 'n' Dritty in this bitch! Oh man!
Verse 1: Dritty Pope
It's not over 'til it's over
It's snot all over
Puking over and over after mimosas and the chauffer yells: "EFF YOU"
His carpet's all brown
E-Money serves the crappiest drinks in town
But his hoes go down
Look at Seth with his crown
'bouta tear a rectum up
Until its all brown
Like my lungs filled with tar
From cuban cigars
And from ciggy-rettes that biggie reps while swimming in el mar, oh!
Straight bars, gay bars, money I make bars
Gold bars, old bars, this is what you're told bars
Doctor Seuss the rap game
Please excuse my bad aim
Tie a noose at the matinee
Then eat the pussy off a tray
It tastes the best, it won't make a mess so no Patchet Russy goes to waste
Rise of the Snakes, bitch! Dont step on the brakes! But listen to Seth's verse, it'll make you freakin' quake
Its good like Hershey squirts, but not the kind you bake
Im talkin bout the squirts that make youre pants feel like a lake, bitch!
Verse 2: SethMeetsScience
Sick Seth rhymes, he died nine times
Gianni Mora and I dined at every crime
Dritty asked me to spare him a dime
Or drop at least eight for his beat
He assured me it was fate but feat!
Show me the science but we haven't unveiled yet
Too busy filming sleeping and dining with Alouette
Illegal Civ on my hat
Father Steve on my bangs
Tyler keeps fuckin' tellin' me to grow out my wings
To fly like a pilot, to hang on a tree
Man this buddy T must be fuckin' with me
But aside from shit my ribcage is hollowed out
Some burglars ran off with my prized collection of organelles
Now I can't breathe!
What a relief!
Now I don't have to worry 'bout all these pricks floatin' around me
Bridge: Dritty Pope
Beg for the pussy
Eat from the hands of the Yeoman
Even if he just did some gropin'
Vocals provided by Groban
Verse 3: SethMeetsScience
Snort coke, sort smoke my name is Seth
Live by the sea and yes I'm a wreck
Left a hambone in ya lambo
Wait a sec' while Kim K starts
Yellin' Lorenzo
Redzone, deadzone
Uh oh, she's in trouble
'ye's around the block with a brick and a shovel
Am I a tacky kid, or committing sacrilege
Maybe the pussy magnet like the panty did
Last time I dropped a paradigm
But now I'll perform a double drop on this cuckold, bitch!
Outro: Dritty Pope
Yeoman, Yeoman
Essential member of the Pope Gang
It's past season old wang
Seth and Dritty in this bitch!
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