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I can’t wait to finally take that flight
I’m finally starting my own life
It’s time for me to take the wheel
It’s time to sing bout how I feel
It’s time for me to be set free
I’ll get to go and live my dreams
and everything will be OK
I’m waiting, counting down the days
I’m leaving lots of things behind
There is a lot that’s on my mind
It’s time for lots of things to change
It’s time for me to go away
I’m moving oh so far from here
I hold my memories so dear
I shouldn’t leave this all behind
To chase a sad and lonely life
I’m going a long long way from home
I need some time to be alone
It’s time I take care of myself
I’m sorry I don’t need your help
Thank you for spending time with me
It’s time to finally set me free
Few months from now I’ll be long gone
And you will finally hear this song
I can’t wait to finally take that flight
I’m finally starting my own life
It’s time for me to take the wheel
It’s time to sing bout how I feel
It’s time for me to be set free
I’ll get to go and live my dreams
and everything will be OK
I’m waiting, counting down the days
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2. |
BORN MONEY SWAG DIE
03:05
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As I lay down to sleep…
I pray the cash my soul to keep…
If I die before I wake…
I pray the swag my soul to take
As I lay my head down
I ponder what it means to be alive
I count my cash and my followers
Born money swag die
I will never let myself love
I can’t let these things distract me from the grind
Born money swag die
The life of an artist is not one where settle in with a family, you slave to the grind or you give up and fucking die
I have to get famous to live
I don’t have time to build a family when my future can be ruined if I’m not managing my finance 24-fucking-7
As I lay down to sleep… (As I lay down to sleep)
I pray the cash my soul to keep… (I pray the cash my soul to keep)
If I die before I wake… (If I die before I wake)
I pray the swag my soul to take (I pray the swag my soul to take)
Born money swag…
Die
Die
Die
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10 9 8 7- (Wake up, wake up, wake up)
Pull bits of brain off my shoe like gum
Drag your body down to the crematorium
Snatching all your coin before I slide you in the oven
I turn that thing on and your brain starts bubbling
Hacking off hunks of your flesh with a cleaver
Ugh
Gnawing off chunks of your leg like a beaver
Let’s go
Chop you in half
Turn you to ash
(Yes, oh my god)
Let your corpse burn for hours in the fire
Burn
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MagMag rollin’ with Bejalvin! (Allegra)
Smoking Benadry
I’m smoking Benadry (Oh yeah, so lovely…)
Smoking Benadry (Tasty mate, tasty…)
I’m smoking Benadry (Yeah)
Smoking Benadry
Feeling Superman high
Chopped 20 Paracetamols
Sniffed in one line
Pouring shots of Listerine straight into an open eye
Because the alcohol content will fucking bill a vibe
Strolling into Tesco
Wearing my best clothes
Walk up to the pharmacist and say “Ayo, 10 of those”
Codeine, vallies, and a big bucket of them blue guys
Who’s wired, never tired, up all night like vampires
Smoking Benadry
I’m smoking Benadry (Ugh, it’s funky, man…)
Smoking Benadry (Tasty though, I like it, yeah)
I’m smoking Benadry (Boing)
I’m smoking Benadry
I’m smoking Benadry
Say they do drugs, they ain’t been higher than my gang
I sang higher notes than Carey, sniff diazepam
We don’t sniff coke grams
Ibuprofen slanged
Down the corner shops
Peddling to your nan’s, man
Necking Nytol
Wavey like a tidal
They might have more money but yo, I’m higher than my rivals
Chucking up in buckets, wake next day, repeat the cycle
Smoking Benadry with pages ripped out of the Bible
Smoking Benadry (Aye man)
I’m smoking Benadry (Ugh, it’s funky, man…)
Smoking Benadry
I’m smoking Benadry (Boing)
Smoking Benadry
Yeah
Haha
Belljalvin
Smoking Benadry
Benjalvin
Got paracetamol, I’m that high
*puff* *puff* *puff* *puff*
*exhale*
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5. |
WORST SONG EVER
02:42
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Hey, Craig made this one
Shut the fuck up no you didn’t
Get the fuck outta the booth I gotta record this shit
Aye, aye, aye, aye
Let’s get this shit, aye
Let’s get this shit, aye
Yung Gargamel going in on this shit
Gunk Man going so hard had to spit spit
Be-jal-vin going hard on the track
Gunk Man going so hard when he raps
I hit a thick lick with my clique
spit shit so lit the gun goes click click
I’m going click clack with the gat on the phat trap track made a stack throw it back hit the sack (Honk-Shooo)
You are now being graced by the infamous
Yung Gargamel
AKA: Gunk Man
AKA: Chipmunk 002
AKA-
I’m evil, motherfucker
I’ll swallow your soul!
I’ll swallow your soul, I’ll swallow your soul…
Swallow this
Yo what’s up, it’s Gunkman
We’re halfway through the record now
We’re bout to drop the hardest verse on this side of the record
You’re not ready for these bars
I’m bout to go in
1, 2, yah-
This song is the middle, I’ll give you a riddle
If you take two apples from a group of three apples
Then how many apples are left?
One!
I think (Craig)
We are Bejalvin this is our new album
Yes we are best friends, he’s the Hobbes to my Calvin
Pull up to the function, we always on something
A beat or a vibe, not nothing (Let’s go!)
I do not curse, I put God up there first
I go in on the verse then pull up in a-
Yo what the fuck?
Aye yo Craig I’m not done yet
Fade that shit back in!
Aye!
I don’t know what lean is
I slipped on my penis
And then I said uh-oh it slipped in my butthole
I’m basically dead cuz I’m not getting bread and I-
Fuck this shit
Ugh what the fuck
I wasn’t done going in on that shit, fuck
I guess this side of the record’s over now
If you got this shit on vinyl, flip that shit over
If you don’t got this shit on vinyl that makes a lot more sense cause we never pressed this shit
I don’t give a fuck
Aye aye aye yah woo
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6. |
128.3 FM BJLVN Radio
00:35
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7. |
SWAGGED OUT (Remix)
02:35
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8. |
BOX CUTTER VASECTOMY
02:27
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Some fucking men think the world is theirs
Everything in it was hand crafted to be used
A perfect girl, she was just their type
They will regret the things that they did that night
They couldn’t help themselves
She was so beautiful
She was not the person that she seemed
She didn’t tolerate their bullshit, No she did not
Their lust for her
Birthed her lust for torture
[sample: I Spit On Your Grave]
Look who’s here… it’s my boyfriend. Remember him? Why don’t you give him a little kiss?
Man: Because I don’t take orders from no fucking woman.
She makes him eat his words
He met her “boyfriend”
He fucked with the wrong bitch
He gets what’s coming
She knew about those men
When she left that night
She takes much pleasure from them
With her knife
He fucked up
Now he’ll drown in a tub filled with his blood
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Fuck art, make noise
Your screams are drowned out
Your cochlea are blown out
I’m done writing shit
The loudest sound ever created
Your ears: disintegrated
Now I crush your skull
With my sledge of sound
Turn you into ash
Vibrations are so loud
So loud that it turns your mind off
So loud it will make your heart stop
Blegh
More, more, more, more
Bludgeon my sound
Into your head
Melting your mind
Nothing is left
grasped within my talons, I rip off your fucking head
I drop your body in a gutter and I let you bleed to death
ARF
Bludgeon my sound
Into your head
Melting your mind
Nothing is left
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What the fuck?
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[Verse 1: Gunkman]
Uh, uh, uh, uh
Yo it’s Jake going in like a killa
I like death metal and I like Godzilla
I’m the one who made this beat that we’re rapping on
Yung Gargamel on the track, don’t get it wrong
Wrote this verse in about 10 minutes
Not much time but you know I still kill it
I got big muscles, warehouse is where I got em, man
Got y’all under my feet like an ottoman
Made this beat
Rhymes are sweet
Yeah, Gunkman, that’s my name on the street
See my name everywhere
Thief, cause I took a chair
From my high school
I’m a crook, I’m a nightmare
But I graduated
Y’all infatuated
With my rhymes, Competition eradicated
Strong like Chuck Norris, like a Tyrannosaurus
I’m on the beat, no one made this for us
Craig and Gunk going in for the chorus
Uh, uh
I’m Swagzilla
[Chorus]
Bejalvin going in on the beat
Us and our friends gonna move your feet
Get on the floor and start to dance
When the bass hits don’t crap your pants
Everybody in the crowd
Feel the bass boom like a mushroom cloud
From the front seats
To the nosebleeds
Here comes Craig going hard on the next beat
[Verse 2: Craig]
Yo it’s Craig going hard on the next beat
I write raps fast like Usain at a track meet
All I need is Arizona tea and a Gunk beat
So tell the DJ-
Oh yeah, that’s me!
I’m not the one on the mic most days
‘Cause normally I don’t got much to say
But now it’s time flex (flex!)
Time to break your necks (necks!)
Boutta go all out (with no regrets!)
I’m like Eminem but better
Making so much cheddar
Spitting so much heat that you’ll be taking off your sweater
Got you dancing on the floor, other rappers are a bore
We write hits way more, but really who’s keeping score?
I’m like beauty and the beast but I’m both (ooh!)
I’m not recording hits on a rock band microphone
Gunk made the beat smack, I don’t write weak raps
Workin’ on my six pack, so bring the chorus back…
[Chorus]
Bejalvin going in on the beat
Us and our friends gonna move your feet
Get on the floor and start to dance
When the bass hits don’t crap your pants
Everybody in the crowd
Feel the bass boom like a mushroom cloud
From the front seats
To the nosebleeds
Here comes Jack going hard on the next beat
[Verse 3: Jack Purpl]
I’m the stuff of legends
I’m way out of your league
Get on your knees and pray ‘cause I'm the true J.C.
I’m 6’4
Tall
Like I’m on stilts
Imma’ slice you up and put you in the house that Jack built
This ain’t Bojack
Cause I ain’t horsing around
I’m a beast, you're a dog
Throw you into the pound
I’m the coldest
Ice like I’m Jack from Titanic
But I drip whilst he drowns
Sunken in the Atlantic
I’m like Jack Black
But I’m Purple
I guess that would make my name Jack Purpl
I got powers twice the strength of little Jack Jack
I guess you could call me Jack Jack Jack Jack
I go crazy
Like I’m overlooking hotels
If you interrupt my writing I’ll send you straight to Hell
I wield my words like an axe
It’s a Torrence-type ploy
All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy
Ha ha ha ha ha….
[Gunkman]
Yo, check… yo, we’re not done yet….
Taking us home on the six string it’s the one, the only:
[Solo: parker ihn uh hul]
[Outro: Gunkman]
Check, check.. Yo, we got a couple people to thank before we head out
We’d like to thank, once again, our friend Parker from ded ihn uh hul for shredding it on the six string
We’d like to thank our friends Jack Purpl, AGES, MagMag, for rapping on our beats
We’d like to shout out James McHenry from Blind Equation, Eric from Soulkeeper, we love you guys
Thank you so much, we couldn’t have done it without you
We’re Bejalvin
Thank you
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BEJALVIN Minneapolis, Minnesota
MIDWEST CYBERGRIND
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