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Alma Mater
04:08
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I open my mouth wide and spit to the crowd
When I rhyme I kill when (x2)
I rep big time on the hippocampus
I rap big rhymes when I hit my canvas
Dress crazy my best made me you just lazy
We test bassy your chest breaking from heart racing
I pick up Youtube views I'm a big hit
But only for the crude tunes dude it's a bit sick
I can't stand my old parodies so bear with me
While I move into an original style blaring it
I can't dance I can't sing it's tempting
To make another banger bout my lack of skill I'm that grim
Go from my room into a studio in Seoul
Back down to Daegu do a number in techno
I am the White Korean Rapper But I 못해
I leave Skizz Marks on your drawers I don't play
Time to put my newest efforts in the foray
Welcome to the Hippocampus baby go cray
I open my mouth wide and spit to the crowd
When I rhyme I kill when (x2)
I collaborated with mean singers a team thriller
They bring soul into my vision a serene pillar
I paint a picture I made a little I'm barely richer
I pound a pitcher now come hither my main elixir
I make 'em bitter a bit of hate I'm a flamin' hitter
I'll deliver a hit on your miss a crowd hisser
Skizzo got the soul to slither up in your inner
Sinner to make you dinner I'll admit I'm finna come and get it
I'm a fresh take on hip hop you're distraught
Expect women and drug pops but it's wrought
With a load of jokes I thought and did brought
Wait til your jaw drop it won't stop
I once embarassed myself in a dumb rap battle
Now I got my rhymes in a game with dance panels
Flipped a switch and left my Kaoss Pads in bad shambles
Welcome to the Hippocampus hear the class rattle
I open my mouth wide and spit to the crowd
When I rhyme I kill when (x4)
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Milk & Cereal
05:40
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My milk is ready for your cereal You're fibrous and venereal
Even two percent will spark a facial Cheerio
Razor blades gonna make your plain coochie itch
Hair shaved poking like you made Cookie Crisp
See you in your lingerie I go coo coo
I get puffed get Apple Jacked too soon
Get you turned up My Cocoa Pebbles churned up
I spray you down with grade A milk and screw your perm up
Your mom approved when I show I got mad Kix
Old lady I can be a Golden Graham fix
Used up looking like a blue waffle
It tastes awful mouthful 'a slot pull
Crunch on some hard nipples, call me Cap'n
I bust a nutmeg yeah I be Cracklin'
Call me Special K izzo I'm relaxing my
Face on your box like the breakfast of champions
My milk in your cereal for real though
You're tasty sweet like a honey oat
My milk in your cereal for real though
No doubt that we go together (x2)
I like girls that got a pair of small titties
Come on your chest until you packing Frosted Minis
How many ropers let me Count Choculate it
Five monsters hidden when you're ovulating
Tossed salad but it's simply too hairy
Something rancid look I got a Boo Berry
Fruit flavored found it by your poop shoot
Cooch craver, I go in for two scoops
Magically delicious like a leprechaun
Catching STDs like a bowl of Lucky Charms
Ripping thee V turn it to a torn box
Grip and squeeze feet tight until your Corn Pops
Chafed dick skin chipped I'm picking Corn Flakes
Can't stick dip or fit it into more labes
Look at my Grape Nuts They nice and shaved up
San Fernando Valley called and said they wanna tape us
My milk in your cereal for real though
You're tasty sweet like a honey oat
My milk in your cereal for real though
No doubt that we go together (x2)
Come into my super bowl have another go
You make me cocoa sweet and drinkable
Call me Tony let me get my homie
I'm coming back for seconds what you gonna show me
Variety pack I don't know where to start
Can I mix it all up it's good for my heart
Sprinkle little bit of sugar get my spoon and stir
A little bit of you make my vision blur
Let's try something new I got a mascot
Stick it in your Fruit Loop it's our last stop
Follow my nose I smell a wet dog
Awww here it goes Keenan and Kellogg
You gotta gimme a minute I gotta get in
I gotta get you soggy right before we begin
My toy came unwrapped it went off
Right in your mouth snap crackle and pop
My milk in your cereal for real though
You're tasty sweet like a honey oat
My milk in your cereal for real though
No doubt that we go together (x4)
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Inchea
03:13
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Already went out yesterdays
I gotta wake up early tomorrows
I just wanna stay ins
Never gonna drink agains
Everybody tripping when they hear that every morning when I get up I be laying in my bed dead
Morning wood I'm wanna rub it out and think about the lady from the other day a red head
What I wanna do is hang out in my room and read a little news when making number two man
Lemme have a little bit of time to myself I'mma break wind get a boat set sail
Whew! Gotta take a breather for a minute while I'm slacking real hard but I bring bars
Chocolate Mars Never get far Causing me harm You slow
You adobo chicken yellow show me what you got
I'mma roast you in my oven, drop you like you hot
Pacing around I be trying to think, what in the world am I going to eat
Auntie Jemima come home with the sizzurp I'mma get into my robe I'm a wizard
Abra ca waffle, alaca spam, hocus pocus, egg in my hand
Saturday night friends gonna argue 'bout the club they gonna hit up in a bit it's a bar fight
I just wanna take a break bad get a pizza throw a party on the roof like Walt White
I know a good place you can go in downtown Best hand tossed dough you can chow down
Taste so good y'all are gonna clown now Every other place'll make you put a big frown out
Turning up at the club with a bottle full of bub my friends streaming Facebook Live
Boot it up shoot it up soon enough turning up a Call of Duty I may look hyped
Click click bang now I gotta reload Respawn I already be home
VIP inside my room we inchea
Every bottle cost a dollar inchea
Lift your shirts and tap a keg we inchea
Listen up I'll tell you how we inchea
Get in the kitchen to open a Coke
Sit in the living recliner in tow
Slurping my drink I be taking control I'm
Twerking the seat cause I'm ready to roll
Hitting the clicker I'm finding a show I'm
Sick of the picking I wanna be pro
Murking the panels on top the remote I'm
Surfing the channels like Eddie would go
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I popped, locked, and dropped, but I fell with it
I got caught and stopped, and went to hell with it
I grab mics spit rhymes the lines are mine
My pants hiked split trying this time I'm crying
Ain't got the moves to make money
Ain't got the grooves can't fake shmoney
I got a billion views Gangnam Stylin'
Not for a horse dance I was wilding
I wanted new moves so I rang a hotline
Drake answered, now I'm crying
I'm a chip off the ol' block
Got it from my daddy now watch me rock
Do a dab can't see a new dance through
Move a tad, thump a tub who'll doubt you
Who is bad Michael had a Neverland Ranch
I won't get acquitted of a bad dance
It doesn't matter what I do I can't dance
I twerked and fell in my room I can't dance
Kimmel made it but it's true I can't dance
I take the ladies out the mood I can't dance
Took a class but I Still can't dance
Paid cash but I Still can't dance
Skin rash and I Still can't dance
Dropped fast so I Still can't dance
Hands on my knees hands on my knees
I'mma cha cha til I can't breathe
Do the booty dew straight to the moon
Run like Scooby Doo right through the room
Legs up kick it like a Russian
Started with a crouch now I'm straight hustling
Jump up and fall into a split
Do a couple spins then I'll stomp a bit
Drop new moves fail try to walk it out
I can hear what the other people talk about
They say feel the groove shake your body
I'm working up a sweat and I'm the only hottie
Said I dance good to a lie detector
Why you always lying asked the inspector
I can't dance but I've come to accept it
Name another move let me tell you I've stepped it
It doesn't matter what I do I can't dance
I twerked and fell in my room I can't dance
Kimmel made it but it's true I can't dance
I take the ladies out the mood I can't dance
Took a class but I Still can't dance
Paid cash but I Still can't dance
Skin rash and I Still can't dance
Dropped fast so I Still can't dance
My salt shaker's small and empty
My situation's unscrewed
Got in a battle recently
I started a family feud
See a girl in the club I'm gonna
Show her my moves
Precisioned and tight
Put em to use
And then I saw her smile I know
She's gonna come to me and join in the show
She looked at her friend they giggled
And walked away
I was left alone nobody
Watched me nae nae
It doesn't matter what I do I can't dance
I twerked and fell in my room I can't dance
Kimmel made it but it's true I can't dance
I take the ladies out the mood I can't dance
Took a class but I Still can't dance
Paid cash but I Still can't dance
Skin rash and I Still can't dance
Dropped fast so I Still can't dance (x2)
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Baste Fried Chicken
02:31
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I'm bawkin' 'bout that double breaded flash fried business
I'm hawkin' at that bird unfeathered man my goodness
You gawkin' at the lesser hen as I witness
The power the glory of the grand prime chickens
Powder up the bird for the final recital while I
Go hike up the fire I got my sights on the fryer you know
I'll fight to be flyer I got it right on the dial and the
Chickedee be whiter than Ireland taters blight again
Stick the pieces in grease as I Heat the meat and scream and squeak
I think I'm really feeling it
I'm hearing it the sizzle and fizzle of beer with it
I'm nearly in it dealing with it
I see a Pidgey leer attack
I'm merely peering at it
Shut the door if you don't wanna hear me screaming
Up and pour another beer I'm gonna drink it
Check the grease and tell me that ain't Charlie sheening
I detect a wing is missing you gon' see me seething
Bow down to baste fried chicken
Bub popping out the brew I'm sippin
None greater than the leg I'm grippin
Take a bite ooh I'm tripping (x2)
Sink my teeth in the juice the meat is loose on my tooth
I mean it's really the truth I got the proof to reduce
Bad to the bone birds we got too many loose
We gotta give the bigger birds a better batter boost
Chicken coming home to roost on a platter
We could have used some more batter
The beer goes through to my bladder
Tomorrow poop on the matter
Vegetable soup but I'd rather
Shut up and choose to be fatter
Enough with you and your chatter
Fried food taters from the bayou gators
Cajun side dish with the spicy flavors
Mighty famous Pop-Eye became as big as
Bicep veinous eat spinach bye haters
I'm finished, greasified dishes
Every time chicken grants my wishes
Di-licious, satisfied thigh sickness
I'mma give my fingers five lickens
Bow down to baste fried chicken
Bub popping out the brew I'm sippin
None greater than the leg I'm grippin
Take a bite ooh I'm tripping (x4)
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Start light, hit him with a pip pap
Face white, send him on a trip that
Just might, make him get a big gat
He'll try to fight, Ginosaji had to pick Jack
Ain't nobody got the guts don't try to
Strike back you know you won't survive through
Hide and seek your chances look bleak
Hoodie with a pair of pants kicks on fleek
With a spoon (again & again)
With a spoon (again & again)
With a spoon (again & again)
It will find you and catch you and hit you
Creep slow, it'll give a little tap there
Didn't know it'd pack a set of flatware
Lay low then travel where the map tear
Can't let it go when he's frozen in a nightmare
Crooked lean and its eyes looking up
Stainless steel prize hook him up
Left his fiance to fight in the rough
Strong til the end Jack won't hide he'll be tough
Round two, ask him what he won't do
Just to deliver him from he's going through
No one believes Not in the least
He will compete he got a piece
Jack can't beat the Ginosaji even with a
Gun (no use) with a knife (no use) so he'll
Run (no use) for his life (no use)
He got the bombs but there is no truce
With a spoon (again & again)
With a spoon (again & again)
With a spoon (again & again)
It will find you and catch you and hit you
Creep slow, it'll give a little tap there
Didn't know it'd pack a set of flatware
Lay low then travel where the map tear
Can't let it go when he's frozen in a nightmare
Crooked lean and its eyes looking up
Stainless steel prize hook him up
Left his fiance to fight in the rough
Strong til the end Jack won't hide he'll be tough
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Skizzo Seoul, South Korea
Skizzo is a performer based in South Korea. He utilizes his sense of humor to create what some describe as "satirical hip-hop," a unique blend of heavy beats and light lyrics that give the listener an experience found nowhere else.
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