Double Masterpiece

by Le Roy

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14 Tracks in total. Complete album online for a 10/18 release. Recorded in Moline, IL at Sound and Vision Summer 2011. Contains explicit lyrics. Le Roy is Bearclaw, Zilla, Nasty Nat and Baby Gaga.


released October 18, 2011

Recorded by Ray Malone, Jon Burns, and Chad Gooch. All songs written and performed by Le Roy except; "Le Roy" words by Oliva D. and music by Mitch Monson, "Chubby" music by Brian Speer. Cover art by Ryan Veach. Additional musicians: Tim Garvis - Bass on Minky, Guitar on Hobos. Ray Malone - Drums on Hobos, Various Synths and Sounds throughout. Additional Voices; Brian Speer, Kelly Quinn, Evan Nelson, Tim Garvis, Mike Segura, Jon Burns, Dennis Hockaday, Nic Anderson, Chad Gooch, Jon Blanc, Conza Borders, Lucie VanHecke, Casey VanHecke, and Alie Miceli.




Le Roy Chicago, Illinois

Le Roy (luh-ROY) is comprised of Zilla, Seanye “Bearclaw” West, and Nasty Nate. The troupe spreads their brand of nerdy and dirty rap from Chicago and at rock shows, radio hours, comedy nights, and house parties. Once described as "The White Run DMC” by Chicago Comedian Big Keef, Le Roy mixes old school flavors with a mash-up of 808 beats, pop-culture references and avant-garde lyrics. ... more

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Track Name: Le Roy (Intro)
I see, nothing but rainbows
nothing but rainbows
up ahead


I see, nothing but blue skies
nothing but blue skies
up ahead


I see, nothing but rainbows
nothing but rainbows
once again

Track Name: Chubby
The ladies they love me
Because I am Comedically chubby
Feed me chocolate cake
When you kiss me and hug me
My name is Seanye West
And I am here to say
I can hardly even spell
But I get by my way
I love lasagna
I could eat it every day
That’s: L A Z O N...
(How do you spell lasagna?)
Dungeons and Dragons
in the 309
The only double D’s I like
Has got a 20 sided die
Got a blue morphling
I’ll sick on you
I am a level 60
You’re a level 2
It’s not a fight it’s a beating
Hopefully mom’s basement
Has got enough seating
I’ll be sitting back drinkin’ Mountain Dew
Brian’s bringing Nachos
(they’re super nachos dude)

Alright, those nachos look good,
But I was wondering if I could get some of that lasagna…
It’s got turkey and noodles and all that, alright, damn...

I am the NBFzilla and I am taking over Tokyo
Explode on the mic
With my molten white hot dragon flow
Kettle drums
Kettle corn
Make that ass clap
I drink down, two milk shakes
Every time I rap
The first makes me strong
and the second makes me smarter
I brush my teeth afterwards
To get rid of tartar
Mentadent advanced whitening
To keep my teeth be gleamin’
Captain Jean Luc Picard
By the way I be beamin’
Beam me up Scotty
cuz you know I like to party
I am a Nintendo WiI Black Belt
With nun chuck karate
Kick Punch/Kick Punch
I am heating up like a welder
Kick Punch/Kick Punch
I swing the master sword in Zelda
I am the tortoise
You’re the hare
And you could never beat this
If you get too fat
Then you can’t see your penis

[Nasty Nate]
Well, I mean, I can see my penis.

Yeah, I mean, I can see my penis too, it's just that uhh..

I can uhh...

[Nasty Nate]
Call me nasty Nate
I'm deliciously yours
I’ll be the Indonesian mud volcano
You can be the shoe store
You can lower
Cement boulders into mud crack
You won’t stop me , watch me go
Never stop my mud show
It's that time of month
I've got my heavy flow
Stuck in my mud and
(Where did your house go?)
Mmmm Slutty gluttony
When I want you above me
I smell like man candy
When you rub me
Hope you're not hungry
Cuz I ate all your breakfasts
If you need to get filled
You can borrow my fists
It feels good
When you feed so slowly
If Brian's still got nachos
I'll be needing guacamole
I'll be finding all of your holes
Like in Shia LaBeouf's best movie
You could give me a breast exam
I could call you Doogie
Comedically chubby
Is what I aim to be
Cuz then all the girls
Would aim to be with me
Since you’re bending over
You won’t see
As soon as I get it in your butt
I'm gonna pee
Track Name: Summer in the City
Now it's a hot night
I’ve been sweating ass off
It must have just rained
Cuz it's steamin on the blacktop

I am riding to this party
That I think is on a roof top
It’s b-y-o-b
So first I got to stop

Get some limes and some tonic
Some gin and some ice
Decide to stop at Jewel
Cuz they got the best price

I grab that still warm receipt
And the many printed coupons
For fifty percent
Off some lightly seasoned croutons

The clicking of my bike chain
I am back in the bike line
Coast up to the party
My crew is sippin’ on Night Train

I lock up my ride
I chip some paint off the fence
Once the EL passes by
I hear them playing Common Sense

Run up three flights
And I'm nearly out of breath outta breath
Take a puff of my inhaler
Tell the host that I'm with Meredith

Christmas lights, cold drinks
Some girls who are pretty
All my friends on a roof
That’s just summer in the city


Wake up to my alarm
At 10:42
The Cubs play at one
So I ain't got shit to do

I grab my Kryptonite lock
Put on my drinking shoes
Hammered cycling in the city
Calls to bring your own booze

Eating Thai at Cozy Noodle
Split a case of 3 1 2
Hanging out on the patio
With spicy pad-see-ew

Now we’re heading to the beach drunk
Cruising through the stop signs
Traffic rules don’t apply
When you ride in straight lines

Oh, for Christ’s sake
Pull the trigger on the front brake
It's a sexy girl cattle call
And I’m hungry for some rump steak

Grab some Choco Tacos
Drip that shit all on my shirt
Text a picture of the skyline
To friends stuck at work

So many hot girls around
Something smells fishy
It’s not Asian carp
But it’s something warm and squishy

Grill smoke, lake breeze,
And girls that are pretty
All my friends are at the beach
And that’s just summer in the city

[Nasty Nate]

When you talk about a hot town
Well chi-town is my town
Roll on two wheels to the lake
To cool down

Fingers crossed tight that the flag is green
Cuz I’ve been
Rolling in the waves with bikini clad babes
Like you've never seen

You’ll see with me
That bikini clad busts are a must for me
But trust me
Less is always best when there’s a chest to see

And have you seen the bean?
Can I see your bean
I’m talking cloud gate
I’m talkin’ bean-stalkin’
And girl I can’t wait

Let's have a barbecue
Oh girl just me and you
And with you on top - the fun won't stop - I promise not to pop
‘Til you taste my corn cob

And in the water you might call out “marco pollo”
But my trunks have stripes call me Han Solo
Get you undressed in under a parasec - It's my personal best - and I hope we don’t wreck
Have you seen my wookie?

Come spend the summer with us
Just kicking up dust, in my Millennium Falcon
Been to Naboo, Hoth and Dagobah too
Not looking for love, just wanting some nookie

Back at the lake
Make no mistake
When I take off my shirt
You wont think I’m He-man

But if you want it long and you want it strong
Pull out my ding-dong
When the swimmers have gone
Show you my seaman

Beach sex on beach towels
With girls who are pretty
You say the force seems strong with me
But that’s just summer in the city
Track Name: Minky
You're invited to a party
That’s in a bubble bath
Your pubes are colored
Like the hair of Mark McGrath

When you queef
It reminds me of "Back Draft"
Here's an Oscar
Didn’t know roast beef could act

Sure my penis is
The size of a thumbtack
But that doesn't mean
That it won't attack

It's sure to slap your face
When you get wack
So back off ladies
While I cut up this track

[Nasty Nate]
Let's hit some chron chron
And sip that Bacardi
With all this hot roast beef
I must be up at Hardee's

I want those curly fries
With them pretty eyes
And I am gettin' biggie sized
In between your thighs

I want that ass
Upon my stache
Sorry when I eat that shit
I gotta dine and dash

Lick those Jell-O Jigglers
They say “there’s always room”
I am like an astronomer
I’d like to see the moon

So, who all wants to have
A hotel party?
Roll up in a DeLorean
Like McFly, Marty

The only one touching on
My Flux Capacitor
Best be an official
Pussy ambassador

One point twenty one
Fuckin’ gigawatts
Hitting all them
Money hungry gold digger-twats

Whirlpool - hot tub
Water jets blastin’
Talkin’ skinny dippin’
Gotta get your ass in

And if that ass
Isn't coated with fur
I am growin' a solution
Cuz it's hot in here

Hit it with my fleshy mink
Where it stinks
Have her drippin' drops
Like the damn kitchen sink

Things get messy
I still can't complain though
Drillin' fly bitches
When I am flowin' like Drano

Call me Robin Leach
Cuz I only want the best
Fast cars, caviar,
Big boobies on your chest

Girl, I like your jeans,
But it’s like I always said
They’d be looking better
At the foot of my bed

When I sport the stache
All the girlies just go nuts
I got them all thinking that
“It’s time to make the donuts”

And if you want to sneak a touch
Go on and be a thief
Be a meat inspector and tell me
“Where’s the beef?”

Where's the beef yo?
Where’s the beef at?
Yo where’s the beef at?
We gotta find that beef

I wanna know, I wanna
I wanna a Quarter Pounder with cheese
You can uhh get a sesame seed bun
And find that meat for me
Track Name: Cara
Cara is a slut
She likes it in the butt
She told me just the other day
When she was sucking on nuts

She sucked off fifty guys
The jizz got in her eyes
I told a joke
She laughed so hard
She laughed until she cried

[Nasty Nate]
She met Hugo twice
He tossed her salad nice
Now Cara isn't the
Cleanest girl so
His tongue paid the price

He didn’t even care
Licking her butt hair
Flossed his teeth
With a strand
When he was down there


She went to a ball uptown
She couldn't keep on her gown
She sucked and pulled
On all their wood
And they had to hose her down

[Nasty Nate]
She ain’t livin’on the street
Trying to get some cash
She’s a lot like you or me
Trying to get that ass

They say nobody’s perfect
And she ain’t no perfect lady
They say she’s very giving
But I wonder what she gave me?

I went to the clinic
Said they could fix my error
Take two of these a day
And stay away from Cara
Track Name: Smile
One and two and three and four
I've gotta smile every time
That I leave the door
I got six text messages
On my new iPhone
At least ten messages
From girlies on my dome

I am buying juice
and I am walking down the isles
Girlies girlies girlies
For my speed dials
I can T9 you
On S M S
Or maybe sixty-nine you
In the diary chest

Or if that don't work
Come visit me at my place
You can send n00dz
I got two accounts on myspace
dot com on the internet
I've never come on my TV set

So if you come to me
Asking about my stable
I am in my middle twenties
And I am willing and I am able

When you say stable
You're talking bout a girlfriend
I am talking about a stable
Of girlies that I am working

[Nasty Nate]
Girl you look good
You're cute young and reckless
You want to come over
I could cum you a necklace

I put on Daft Punk
And look into your eyes
I know I've got the green light
When you pull your panties to the side

But you can't start moaning
When I'm drilling you deep
Cuz my roommate's my sister
And my sister's asleep

I like your vertical smile
But no pounding at my place
You need help keeping quiet?
I could sit down on your face

And if you've got a cough
Got something better than Halls
Just lean back
I'll let you gargle my balls

That's not Vicks on your chest girl
That's just my wet spot
You'll need more than towel
Let me get you a sponge mop

My room is something special
Set up just like a tent fort
I crawl in with flashlights
In search of your meat port

It's like flying a plane
But I never learned to land
I might make a mess
But my dick's still on demand, oh!

When I see your smile
I think I've found my love
Here’s a one night membership
To the nine foot high club

So when you climb my latter
And drink my baby batter
I'll be fucking your black holes
Like my dick was dark matter

Gettin' nasty and wild
Fucking in my bunk bed
MJ on the poster wall
Tongue out straight up dunkin’

You know I can’t help
The way my smile shines
My braces made of metal
My blood stream full of wine

So let me put my braces
In your nasty places
Remember that ass
But I am bad with faces

Jim Henson is my hero
Cool as absolute zero
I put my fist in your ass
And let my beard grow

My whole body is hairy
Unlike Zac Efron's
Vanessa Hudgens' nudes
Drained my vas deferens

Been told my whole life
Not to procrastinate
So why apologize
When I ejaculate?
Track Name: It's Always Sunny in Mexico
Girl, you know that
I really love burritos
I swear that every day
I bet that I could eat those

Some like tacos
And some like taquitos
I spend all my money on hoes
And burritos

I put two limes in my coke
And sometimes rum
Every time I eat burritos
I am ready to have some fun

Have 'um lay down the sauce
Just like in a flood
Not too hot
I don't wanna shit blood

I also a penchant
For pico de gallo
Because every other day
Is Cinco de Mayo

Cheese and sour cream?
You must be jokin'
I am the lord of that shit
Like J. R. R. Tolkien

Smother that burrito
In some of that white stuff
I am Donnie Wahlberg
I always got right stuff

The Black Beans

Spending all my time and spending all my money

Cuz in Mexico
It's always sunny

This is a song of love
And I must confess
When eat Mexican
I've got no stress

This isn't a contest
And I won't best ya
Mix the margaritas
And let's have a fiesta

Robots don't eat burritos
It messes up all their gears
But in a hundred years
They'll confirm our fears:
That they might take
And eat our burritos
I pray to Bill Gates
"Oh, please, hell no"

[Nasty Nate]
I've got a Roomba
And it can eat anything
I feed it burritos
But go light on the sour cream

Dress him up like R2
Got a slot for sabers
Used Jedi mind tricks
To land Tammy Fae Baker

It didn't work out
She liked God not my Roomba
But she still topped my mushroom
Bounced her head like a goomba

I ate tacos with Yoshi
And he spit out fire ghosts
I felt the same way
That night my toilet's toast

Drunk on burritos
And I'm looking to fuck now
But the bricks turned to coins
When I hit it like a pow

Went in search of the Princess
She wasn't on her throne
So bounced a Koopa Troopa then
I gotta use the warp zone

Stuck in the warp tube
Like burrito blood clots
Si, me gusta burritos but
No me gustan ROBOTS!

The sour cream!

Spending all my time and spending all my money

Cuz in Mexico it's always sunny

Went to taco bell
Middle of July
Came for a Crunch wrap
Got a DUI

Broke outta jail
Everybody was gone
Big mistake robots
You just pissed off Sean

The only humans left
Are the ones you've made your slaves
So I'll fight you with burritos
To avenge my loved ones graves

Killing Circuit boards
With shredded lettuce
I use Chipotle burritos
As my Berettas

You wonder "What is love?"
A fucking two pound Burrito
You think "no it's not!"
Well it is to me though

Your laser beam stares
Try to mask what you're thinking
But your gears are clogged
And your red light is blinking

It's Tecate time
So let's pop some bottles
I killed all the robots
But pardoned the pleasure models

whoaaaaa, oh
Fuck Mexican places with no free chips!

I love that spicy cheese that's really runny

Cuz in Mexico it's always sunny
Track Name: Thanks for the Mammaries
I want to see your boobies
They’re like snow flakes
No two are the same
I want to see your boobies
Bang them like bells
Let freedom ring

Big boobies
Small boobies
I like all boobies
I don’t like cooties
But I am willing to risk it
I don’t care for this
Over that tit
I like how it jiggles
When you smack it

Circle dot dot
Now I got my cooties shot
I got prescriptions and missions
To see your nipple dot
Your boobs are neat
Your boobs are neat
I want to bang um around
And touch them with my feet
Track Name: Skanksgiving
Start raising that beat
Just like a soufflé
We came to rock it out
In a old school way
Here’s a little story
About a brand new day
Founded by Nasty Nate, me
And Seanye
Now we got the beat
We got the rhymes
Start stamping on your feet
And we’ll hit it on time
Hip hip hooray
And tip up your cup
To all the fly ladies
That like to give it up
We know what we like
And this is our thanks
It’s a brand new holiday
For all the skanks

Happy Skanksgiving
It’s how a make a livin’
Pushing your buttons
Just like a television
Fuck you very much
I’d like to sneak a touch
And open your blouse
Like a china hutch

Schools on break
It’s Skanksgivng time
Let’s make some beats
And perfect our rhymes
Eat some meats
Drink some wines
Slam some girls with fine behinds

Eat that meat and drink our juices
We don’t mind if you are toothless
Let’s pull a train on your cabooses
This celebration is fucking ruthless

[Nasty Nate]
Oh shit girl - you’re gonna be stuffed
But if this is love then it’s gonna be tough
Train like a marathon, prepare that muff
Cuz this Skanksgiving is going to be rough

Be wearin’ sweatbands and
Be stretchin’ that shit
Don’t want a cramp
When I am wrecking it
Put a condom on my dick
That’s just like a zeppelin
Pops, then blows,
Sends bitches to heaven

I like my hoes like the Mighty Ducks
When I am watchin’ that shit
I’m ready to fuck
If my penis is Charlie
My balls: the Flying V
Three condoms on my dick
Means I’m the triple deak
If your snatch is Goldburg
Then it’s easy to see
That I’ve got plenty
Of pussy to feed
Trust me girl
There’s gonna be a sequel
Every Skanksgiving till you’re old a feeble

[Le Roy]
As long as you hold my dick
Like a hockey stick
Want my milk
And mix it with Quik
Drink my load
Until you get sick
Or pull it out
Before the picnic
Ya got Houdini
With the spit trick
Or protein eye patch
Just like Slick Rick
Doesn’t matter
How you mix it
It’s Skanksgiving
And it’s time we hit it

Happy Skanksgiving
It’s how a make a livin’
Pushing your buttons
Just like a television
Fuck you very much
I’d like to sneak a touch
And open your blouse
Like a china hutch

It’s Skanksgiving
Don’t take off work
You got two Christmas hams
Right down your skirt
If you got a man
I ain’t meaning to flirt
But how about a slice
For my dessert?

[Nasty Nate]
Tis the season
To harvest my seeds
And I understand
That you got needs
I don’t mean to beg
But come girl please
You’re making me large
Like redwood trees

So, let’s just see what
The main course brings
I’m carving the bird
And I’ll eat your wings
If you get the gravy
On my drum stick
I’ll call for the cool whip
And make you come quick
Pumpkin Pie
I’ll pump that pie
Have a sleep over
From Shanghai
Tub of cranberries
I’d love to try
It’ll hurt so good
Just don’t as why

Gave thanks for wampum
I give thanks
For the Trojan condom
Prayin’ at the table
Looking at them rolls
“Please don’t let my boys
Get through them holes”
Track Name: Like This
Hey baby
Don’t playa hate
Hey baby
Just urinate

Like this, like this
I want to kiss you where you piss
Like this, like this
I want to kiss you where you piss

You look so fine
And oh so lovely
I’ll get you nice things
And buy you nice bubbly
I’ll spend my cash
Without a care
But what I really want
Is in your underwear

Like this, like this
I want to kiss you where you piss
Like this, like this
I want to kiss you where you piss

Girl you touch me
In that special way
But I got some things
That I got to say
Girl I really love you heart and soul
But the part I love the most
Is your pee hole

Like this, like this
I want to kiss you where you piss
Like this, like this
I want to kiss you where you piss

I think you’re all that
And a bag of chips
I am so ice cold
I can see your nips
So open your legs
Like a can of Pringles
I want to kiss you
Where -
you tinkle

Like this, like this
I want to kiss you where you piss
Like this, like this
I want to kiss you where you piss

Running through my head
You got me up all night
I am all rev’ed up
And blinded by the light
Brighter than the stars
in outer space
I want my lips
On your private place

Like this, like this
I want to kiss you where you piss
Like this, like this
I want to kiss you where you piss

We’ve known each other
For a good long while
And in the summertime
You always smile
Cupid’s arrow/must have cursed me
Can I sip your lemonade?
(You’re making thirsty)
Track Name: Three Minute Song
I need a hot ass chick
That’s funny as hell
And I can trust with
The password to my gmail

I just can't be be giving
That shit out to anyone
Trust the security
Behind my Pentium

Mix that drink with
Some gin and tonic
I am collecting gold metals
Like Tails and Sonic

I can rap real fine
I can rap real fast
And I am like The Professor
I got so much class

We got our own beats
But mix different flavors
Rebuild the tracks
Like my man Lee Majors

70's man
Worth six million dollars
And we're the rap team
Worth six million hollas

You know how we do it
And you know how it's done
We're sweet and sticky
Like fuckin' a Cinnabon

Drippin', droppin'
So sweet, unstoppin'
Hot and moist
And you know we be moppin'

Just like the old days
When we had paydays
Lettuce and mayonnaise
For the sweet ladies

Still got the hoagies
And you can still eat it
Act like Michael Jackson
As if I just said 'beat it'

Snap back to the eighties
When there was Full House
Danny, the girls, Joey
And a dead spouse

So sit back
Have a drink if you are thirsty
Like Uncle Jessie said
"Have Mercy"

Three minute song
Three minute song

Give me a young ass chick
That’s stupid as hell
And can deal with the fact
That I can’t spell

Must be really easy
Super boss and cheap
Baby I think I am pregnant
'Bout to do a Quantum Leap

Can’t share family packs
Extra coleslaw
Gotta drink a Diet Coke
And wash it down with a Bearclaw

I know you feel bad
So many bears pawless
I love to see my friend’s
Little sister’s brawless

Just Like The Cubs
You know I'll let you down
Be gone in 30 seconds
If that ass is round

Pink wet and stinky
Just like a salmon
Take off those panties
If that ass is slammin’

We’ll it’s 7 o’clock
Laughing so hard
That I am losing my breath

Family Matters
And Step by Step
Nothin’s cooler than that
Except Johnny Depp

The Thigh Master lady's
Screaming out all night
Cody and the kids
Hope that she’s alright

Patrick Duffy
Come on and love me
Pull it out
Give me a cummy tummy

Thirty minutes later
And we’re at the Winslow’s
Carl’s upset as
Steve’s flyin’ through windows

Pants to his nipples
Jet pack on his back
Jerked off in Laura’s sneakers
"Did I do that?"

Three minute song
Three minute song

Give me that cool ass girl
Who can sit for a while
Sing along to every song
That makes me smile

You know she can't be caring
Where all the cash goes
CD's tapes and records
That's where all my cash flows

Riding our bikes
Don't start stammerin’
Or you'll be Left Behind
Just like Kirk Cameron

Getting Growing Pains
Round every corner
You're like the Seavers
To my Boner

We're out on the streets
We give different favors
We're tossing this salad
Bring some life savers

Eleven pieces
Five different flavors
We call ourselves Le Roy
But you can call us your saviors

We're like a rock
The right shape for your garden
About the size of your palm
So smooth and hard in

Flippin' floppin'
My meat's not stoppin'
Better not be droppin’
Til I'm done with the shoppin'

Run home slow
Walk around in no clothes
Don't need a TV
I youtube all my shows

Blog about my day
I got a video diary
I'm kind of like Blossom
That's why they admire me

Some of the best cameos
Were in her famous fantasies
My favorite fantasies
Include Blossom in panties

Mom left town
That’s what started this show
All Joey had to say was

Three minute song
Three minute song
Track Name: Drinkin' with the Hobos
I am drinking with the hobos
I am drinking with the hobos
I am drinking with the hobos
I am drinking with the hobos

Chillin’ with the hobos
Drinking by the bridge
Big canned Miller's
Gonna give me liquid shits

Looking for the law
But they all missed me
Getting messed up
For a dollar and fifty

They can’t sell 40's
But how bout
Some eight ounce cans
Then thirty two
So I am the fucked up man

Now I am a drunk mess
I just got a drunk text
Quarters for rubbers
Means I am ready for drunk sex

Crossing my fingers
That you're cleaner than the laundry
Spent three dollars
Poppin' bottles of Andre

I got all these bubbles
All these bubbles is bubbling up
All these bubbles
All these bubbles that’s up in and in my cup

Now riding the rails
Ain't as easy as it seems
When you got champagne wishes
And caviar dreams

So pour another drink
Cuz I'm feelin' great
And about to pass the mic
To my good friend Nate

[Nasty Nate]
NBF said it
So I don't know what to say
I want to fuck too
So how 'bout a three way

Chili mac in a bowl
Steaming in the moonlight
Empties under rocks
Gotta keep em out of sight

Archaeologists will find them
Dig 'em up right
Put our cans behind glass
And they'll study us tonight

Let's brush our teeth
At the 7-Eleven
On our backs
On my raft
Like on a cloud
This is heaven

We might seem wild
But we'll try to mind our manors
Surrounded by more bitches
Than Mr. Danny Tanner

This House is Full
And it's time to start the party
We'll stay up all night
And in the morning grab some coffee

Some like decaf
Others like regular
The word on the street is
Your pussy's triangular

Here at Sound and Vision
Is cool as coleslaw
Here to heat it up
It's my old friend Bearclaw

Pop goes the top
To another 40
Now I'm four deep
And the night's at warp-speed

Try to talk to girls
But they just ignore me
Sneak in my house
Can't see like Geordi

King Cobra's venom is
Running through my veins
Shards of glass in my dick
Cuz I tried to fuck a window pain

With time to reflect
On my tore up erection
mom was right: I love myself
I tried to fucked my reflection

Spilling drinks on boobs
Is my forte
Like fucking hockey moms
is to Coach Bombay

Ducks fly together
or so i've been told
so i'll knuckle-puck you ladies
and then go for the gold

When we fuck when I'm drunk
it's skin-a-max scrambled
I'm like a drunk driver
Leave your pussy in shambles

I am drinking with the hobos
I am drinking with the hobos
Track Name: Moline
It’s as tough as fuck
Living in Moline
Cuz the streets are paved
And the grass is green

Winters get cold
We got flu vaccine
Must have been this life
That made me so mean

[Nasty Nate]
It is Middle America
At it’s very best
I'm talkin’ argyle sweaters
Not a bullet proof vest

Hit up other cities
And I put ‘um to the test
But who’s the ice cream capital
Of the whole Mid-West?

Roll around town
In my new Ford Focus
It’s so understated
That I've got to expose this

My rhymes are on time
Rhymes so Swiss
And we drop more beats
Than Adolph's got chips

On city report card
We’d got a C plus
Just above average
Is how you see us

Hy-Vee is meth free
In god we trust
Never been a drug dealer
Cuz don’t move dust

[Nasty Nate]
Teen binge drinking
We broke the top ten
And we wouldn't be surprised
If we did it again

You get a thirty pack
For $9.99
Party in the woods with
Franzia boxed Wine

PTA moms
Form in the masses
Girls eat Whitey's
And they get fat asses

Two area codes
Interstate calls
Orange Julius
We've got two malls

People talk shit and
Forget where from they came
Get a brand new life
And a brand new name

I've been moving' on up
But I know where I am from
Home of John Deere
And all of what I’ve become

L to the E
R to the O Y
This Q C upbringing is
What makes us so fly

You’d think we’re suburban
Because we’re so underground
Mad love to Chi-Tizzle
But we’re from the Mo-Town

[Nasty Nate]
England has Peel
Austin’s South by Southwest
But we've got Daytrotter
And you know it's the best

We always went to Lazer Mansion
For the underground shows
With kids from the future
They got inside out clothes

Straight sweating bullets
Takin' on these hills
Riding my bike
Through the city of mills

I got boats in both rivers
And I live in the valley
Always party at my house
Or at the park across the alley

Call us Quad Cities
Think we need a new tally
Got at least five or six here
Check with Rand McNally

When you cross our friends
You'll get ding dong ditched
We all smashed mail boxes
Till Jeremy Saunders snitched

When i see you in the drop top
Want to hit it on the dot
H 2 O - in balloons
Ready for the sling shot
Lean back
Got it cocked
Let it rip
You got rocked
Soaking wet
Don't act shocked
Got five more - I'm fully stocked

Buying burger baskets
At Bent River
Pints so cold
They make my ass shiver

So on hot summer nights
I over work my liver
Cuz their regular customers
Look just like The Giver

Now at the Hardee's classic
We'd shoot 12 under
And there is no other like
The Quad City Thunder

They say it’s not over till
The fat lady sings
And you never really know
What the new year brings

Cooler than the polar bear
At the Holiday Inn
Jumping' off the waterfall
Into the pool where we swim

I don't know where we're going
But I know where we've been
And we can always come back
To this town that we're in

It’s as tough as fuck
Living in Moline
Cuz the streets are paved
And the grass is green

L to the E
R to the O Y
This QC up bringing's what makes us so fly

New school flavor
With an old school sound
And the last ILL exit is
Where we came to get down

Banging 808 with a
Synthesized style
Helpful smile
In every isle

We’re like Blazin’ Hazen
And Girls Gone Wild
Didn't come to battle rap
Cuz we’re not hostile

We've come a long way
From the sandwich shop
But that’s where we got all
This shit to pop

[Nasty Nate]
We were building the dinners
And we were building the team
They closed down the store
But now we’re living the dream

Nobody came to eat
But we got paid to rap
Told it to the crew
And we got toes to tap

Seanye came with his skills
From System
Had a book of raps and
He brought it with him

So we come packing with
A ton of munition to get you
Blinded by the light
Like an eye condition

When we started out
Never said it’d be easy
Nasty said that
We got to take things sleazy

The SA-21
It's Original Nintendo's
Zilla's mixing beats
With sexy innuendos

[Nasty Nate]
We've been across the world
And across the nation
From Kansas City to union station

First Moline
Then down to Champaign
Now up in Chicago
Still spitting' rap game

Once you leave home
You can always come back
So I am making mad money
And a fat ass stack

Being professional
Keep my raps on the down low
But I got friends in my home town so

It's tough as fuck livin'
In Moline cuz the streets
Are paved and the grass is green

L to the E
R to the O Y
This QC up bringing's what makes us so fly
Track Name: The Bird Song
I don't know who my boss is
I told a spider who Kate Moss is
This shit is flawless
I gave Lou Dobbs SIDS

Shave my balls cuz I'm adopted
Pet your cat if she's claw less
You should name her Lucy Lawless
I told you this shit is flawless

Can't dunk over tall kids
Take the time to pee in ball pits
Lost in John Locke's tits
Fuckin' molten rock schist

Millionaires eat Ritz
Bustin' nuts like Fritz
Hall and Oates best hits
Double disks - flawless!

Triple tri-fold wallets-Wallets
Triple tri-fold wallets-Wallets
Velcro tri-fold wallets-Wallets
Wallets, Wallets

[Nasty Nate]
Take my bike on day trips
Feed me bed and breakfasts
Got the laptop for the eclipse
Feed my dick some nip slips

I know a guy with two dicks
Holds a sign says "no fat chicks"
Getting snakebites pop your back zits
YouTube keyword "cute cat clips"

Triplet miscarriage hat tricks
Knit this sweater but it misfits
Mmm that shit fits
Hit it with my dick mist
Backflips till my nut sack rips
Jerking off to .gifs
Surely Harmless
My pilot harness
Smell my armpits

Triple Tri-fold Wallets-Wallets
Triple Tri-fold Wallets-Wallets
Velcro Tri-fold Wallets-Wallets
Wallets, Wallets

Got a croissant sandwich
With potatoes converted to chips
Gazpacho between your two hips
All between your two lips

I love buffets at banquets
Pot bellies
Fat wrists
Lady fingers with two dips
I like all the kinds
Of cool whips

Insulin pin pricks
Died twice like Nikki Sixx
Sausage links - waffle sticks
Broken Chain - Stevie Nicks

Batter for the cake fix
Snorting powered cake mix
Dick Blick's dick pics
Banana splits
Shitting bricks!

Triple Tri-fold Wallets-Wallets
Triple Tri-fold Wallets-Wallets
Velcro Tri-fold Wallets-Wallets
Wallets, Wallets

Bacon Bits and cheesy grits
Eat this till my shoes don't fits
That don't fits? Lick my pits
I insist fits will fits
We subsist on lava pits
Burrito shits and cummy tits
Baseball mitts and Stella skits
Worn out wrists and breast milk hits