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MAWTHRA

by Mawthra

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1.
Waterloo 00:50
2.
[Verse 1] our shit ain't good enough they want that shit buddy I ain't give a fuck I'm passed it motherfucker I ain't nuts I'm batshit as long as i got my tongue I ain't lackin Mawthra I'm the monsta gotta hundred motherfuckers that'll leave you fucked proper been around the block and I see you want dollar but you ain't gotta thing it take to be a shot caller my sound gettin cold I spit this igloo I'm down with the ghosts but this shit is rude so out with the old and in with the new we drown in the gold and get revenue Boomslang bitch cant hang with the snakes Sin7ven said it first you get fangs in your face put a bang in the wav. leave you layin in a grave the sound of our shouts shit rang through the place In the projects, bitch no there ain't no progress god rest the souls of of those concepts most of these hoes they show with no context but I'm flowin gold there's no contest these fags they fuckin cashin out and they actin proud but I'mma end up smackin down em I'm rappin louder till i end up passin out and when I'm out it end it with platinum album one day I'mma look back at this wonder how in the fuck that I rapped this shit but right now I'mma focus on on the pad and pen and show you pussy motherfuckers what talent is I'm down with it I'm down with dis and down with sin ain't no fuckin way im puttin down the pen grew up around the bend at the southern end aint no fuckin way im goin to that town again I ain't best but I jest digestible I don't stress the mess unless tested skeptical blessed with hella dope extra flexible, exoskeletal testicles where the chemicals, I need a hit bitch this is just a double rhyme I dont give a shit bitch i don't write multi rhymes everytime I spit bitch call me a hypocrite i dont give a fuck but let me put these faggots on blast who latchin on past shit lackin all passion stackin on cash and rappin all whack yet faction all massive shat is offensive lemme summarize I ain't want to monetize half you motherfuckers wouldn't drop bars otherwise droppin the coffin on top of em often im mawthra the monsta the monarch gutterfly I cant stand that panty assed rabid fan he has havin candy ass rapper somebody hand his scanty ass actin manly ass prancin pansy ass pampers wew I'm a motherfuckin' beast bitch never been a meek bitch never been a sneak bitch never met a freak bitch who didnt wanna be with aint never bringin weak shit aint never been a secret see lads i be mad i see past your sweet ass i react and beat ass and leave that no rematch so be glad and relax and retract your d raps the thing that I need last is feedback from these fags
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Metamorph (Prod. Edan) (free) 03:19
[Verse 1] wake up in the morning cut open a cat carcass ill open up the farm and and let all of my ants scarf it i cant go a day without callin these fags garbage im takin pot shots at all of these damn targets darn it forgot leave the meat boneless feed the fleet roaches breed the sweet locust any slow dope that hope to oppose it know the slope soaped and so its so hopeless stare into my closet its so desolate careful of the cobwebs them so delicate wanna see it sure you know pass those skeletons see the jorogumo dance so elegant excellent my pet sheds exoskeletons hella bent and my dead tone resonant head so elephant i read no testament a set stone pessimist i set no precedence step on them bees boy what the hell do you mean you get a hell of a sting cuz them my relatives g i got those decorative wings and so im definitely in heaven smokin seven consecutive mescaline trees homie im a monster my bones on the surface and only if i prosper these hoes'll wanna hurt this cozy at a concert this flow has got a purpose in person im nervous and so the trauma worsens prefer my lovin colony to human camaraderie made a meal from a crusher comin on to me dont try to to fuckin talk to me do try to run up on to me just mumble methodically at the mutherfuckin thought of me [Verse 2] i write to defy you who blind to the white truth defined new and signed too i rise through the sky blue despite you and fine tune these fine tunes to spite you Im just kidding i dont rap the deep shit the fact it be this i rap to please kids gee whiz fuck whatever rap should be bitch my sound is sleek shit now pass the weed kid to get benefit willin to get villainous bitch feminine kill em and get infamous if no one is innocent then guilt is a sentiment im built with the venomous pen of the centipids Still in my prime and shit I feel its a crime to spit on a dime without a multi syllabic rhyme you lonely villainous swine im poultry killin this time cuz all you cheesy chicken bitches slowly killin my vibe for petes sake my g i cant see straight please b at least ween me a sweet teat taste I Believe i leaved a beast bleedin bring the beat please and leave the cheap cheesecake risk gettin offed kid its best you forfeit my best shit is chronic the rest is morbid i spit venom toxin and metamorphosis and piss in the coffin i rest your corpses in never get an invite in even if i spit tight and even if the kids like it you can see the bitch lyin even if she inclined to give me a quick write it you can see me dick riding when you seein pigs flyin
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[Verse 1] born to a black widow raised by wolf spiders and sent to cleanse a whack world plagued by stool rhymers a cool writer and i bend the rules wider to make room for my massive tool I'mma six legged parasite my mix-tape a terabyte spit flamin Fahrenheit a bitch rapin every night a piss taken every time a kid takes a stare at my spit laden terror rhymes he then layin terrified i spit hot shit'd melt a glacier i shit not i would kill my maker done swung so hard im not a pistol waver got a tongue so sharp its got a distal taper given oldschool rappers a pass when they rappin is ass need face the fuckin matter of fact you got your head so fuckin far up the ass of the past you mutherfuckers cant stand to give new rappers a chance [hook]x2 let em lie let the dead dogs die let em lie let em die let the dead dogs die dead dogs lied guess i read wrong writin let dogs die in the bed dogs lied in with the same breath i praise rap i rape rap and break bread with same fags that hate rap so raise gats and take back this game fast we'll stay mad and make rap that aint bad [verse 2] my hand writes pen drippin with liquor i cant stand my shit list gets bigger hipster win' lickers get the big picture rap never dies the shit just gets sicker i salivate and make rap amusing and aggravate my brain map improving you fallacate and stay back perusing to validate your whack taste in music i made it clear you must've misunderstood but now i got you sittin here so listen and look cuz we were down river while they pissed in the brook you couldnt teach a dead dog the oldest trick in the book [hook]x2 let em lie let the dead dogs die let em lie let em die let the dead dogs die dead dogs lied guess i read wrong writin let dogs die in the bed dogs lied in [Verse 3] you see the past with rose coloured glasses i see past the faux cultured trash and flow over that growth covered path no gold in that no goin back no holdin back I'm focused, composed I'm golden loathsome boast though a showman show no emotion brook no devotion slow gross corrosion so loco-mote so hold close the moment prayin please god these fake fuckin faggots lay with these dogs they'll wake up with maggots take up the matches make somethin happen playin these songs you'll wake up the dragon yell at everybody in the set walk by im tellin everybody let the dead dogs die aint sellin anybody what they head dont buy let the dead dogs die when a pet hog flies
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[Intro] Homie what the hell you screamin for are you sick of bein poor sick of sleepin on the floor the world in which we live is wicked twisted to the core when a wolf gotta run when a pig is at the door [Verse 1 - Mawthra] aint no way around it every afterthought i spit is raw liftin off hear my fuckin laughter when you get it wrong blank page listin every rapper that im rippin off pissin on the grave of every rapper that im pissin off listen dawg i ain't rappin cuz my faction is and i dont rap to cash it in im passively attractin it and i dont rap to flash my massive dick you better fasten it i rap to show you mutherfuckin faggots where my passion is im the illest mutherfucker ever writ a verse I was gettin word before you other fucker's shit occurred gettin work shit it hurt better fuckin get a hearse ill be in the dirt before i ever come and sit in church *ho* bitch I aim for wealth i aint compelled to wait till my fame is swelled and tell belial to save me a place in hell he cant give me anything i cant take myself [Verse 2 - Disjointed] my forelegs are longer than arachnids’ fuck god, I built my shrine for jaraxxus leave your carcass wrapped in plastic caskets, drop you off at davey jone’s laundry basket a cranky freak, born with the heart of tiger so everyone to me is fancy feast snake tongue, spit venom watch the jaw unhinge at the scent of a bitch, get ‘em willickers, bruv I’m slicker than fingering sluts bars are so new, catch me smoking silica dust caught pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis so really I’m fucked I take the piss like R. Kelly fans my bars heavy fam, I turn stomachs and broads belly dance step to me with a pump action when your face is false? and I’ll take your slugs with a grain of salt [Hook] Nigga why you actin' like a ho? Know that I'ma ride for ya, either way it go Tell me, girl why you be stressin' me for time? When you tell me you love me, can't you see I'm tryna climb? Damn my nigga why you actin' like a bitch? If you scared to take a chance, how the fuck we gon' get rich? Come here baby why you always insecure? Hold on tight to a nigga and be sure [Verse 3 - Mawthra] We tight dont sleep right with dogmatics we might see light with flea bites in our mattress rock back and forth draw my scabbard forth and pop the latch and draw my saliv' sword that's allegory pass the forty half the rap out half these faggots gaps is corny as for me i'd rather blast my mask with gas than hear another rapper grasp for glory aint nobody feel it cuz i rap dark my humor leper everybody bitchin bout the black artists losin leverage everybody bitch about the pale rappers movin cheddar never givin credit to the crackers that do do it better so fuck em and fuck mack and fuck iggy fuck ken and fuck pac and fuck biggie all these rappers i reject, ball heavy fuck with me only rappers i respect already run with me
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[Verse 1] sun's comin up and for the first time lucks up enough spit a dirt rhyme bums runnin up when they heard mine but they fucked it up when they swerve by sorry bout the frown misplacement i dont mean to sound complacent baby i dont worry bout my pounds or when and how i'll make it maybe Im more worried bout my vowel placement sounding basic blaze and raze the station to the pavement when im salivatin salutations greetings from the mothman god damn got em eatin from the palm man beatin with my off hand and even on the off chance they readin from the doc man i dont see the problem you the problem but you cant see you rap cheap and you act like it cant be the fact be you been writing trash for the past week ask me bitch wipe my ass with your rap sheet [Verse 2] active, lookin on the past to reflect on the path to correct sip a glass of regret im a passive aggressive, passion obsessive faggot, hittin on my last cigarette birds of feather stringin words together we dont burn the letter just earn the treasure we yearn for pleasure even when it hurts the leisure cuz aint nobody ever fuckin learned us better you know i hate this game and the way it works but you know im gonna have to play 'fore i lay in dirt waitin for the day i make it rain when i say a verse that's the day I break away and save they who say absurd still im impoverished imma sit here and polish my mutherfuckin craft till my sin is abolished never finishin college use my skill and my knowledge imma keep on fuckin writin till this pen is demolished
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[Verse 1 - Mawthra] I write tight like the cord that binds Issac im lord of the flies kid the more that i rhyme sick the colder the mic gets I like this, the sword that i rhyme with born with a virus so whore I'mma die sick is it a mystery why spittin isnt shit to me? i pistol whip this bitch and leave him bitten by the centipedes ugh bitches cling to history they say they've vivid memory but i remember differently A monster with claws of a savage beast I'm past the brink so run from my rabid teeth they after me but every other rapper weak why would a wolf give a fuck what a rabbit thinks? i dont need a fan to blow my erection i dont need a clan of bros eject yes-men nobody better tread on my shoes expect dead fans nobody better rest on my crew except deadman [Verse 2 - Sin7ven] It ain't easy to find a kindred spirit among these human souls I think in lyrics and bunk in studios, the kids love my spooky flows To any tough guys who're online I’m sorry, Kendrick isn't in my top five of all time I spit accompanied by archangels’ holy cries of help And hit God with hard straights below the bible belt I’m jigsaw, your key to success is down that wishing well Matchmaking ferryman, the reaper doesn’t kiss and tell Hoes avoid him like dementors under mistletoes Your sister knows the lyrics to my every fricking single though Tomes of dense descriptions sitting on my hard drive Don’t get it twisted, you might walk by cross eyed And look ridiculous, not that you don’t do know You could be performing to mormons and still get booed out Dude sound corny, were you born in a barn? It’s only fitting that’ll I dump your foul corpse at a farm [Verse 3 - Mawthra] dead thugs in the streets bed bugs in the sheets dont fuck with my team we tough in the teeth redrumin the beat, these busters asleep Best fuckin believe we runnin the keep aint goin home till im loaded so rich bro im a elopin with a broke bitch hit you cimicosis shit'll get your throat ripped dependin on how broken and frozen the fuckin the flow gets oh shit when grabbin the pen and paper traumatic insemination these faggots still chasin the past cant handle the innovation im rappin to kill the game i laugh but i feel the pain of rap's sad backpacked fractured and patterned remains boomslang when i rap I be reppin it blastin the weapon if you rats disrespectin it you fags better rest on it and ask what the lesson is cuz boomslang academy's class is in session kids
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Let's Meme 00:11
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about

Ahh not bad...

I've been workin' on this mixtape since before I was even invited to join Boomslang Crew and I have to say, it's been an honor working with those guys this past year. Without them I would not be the lyricist I am today. They've helped shape me into something I never thought I could be.

All knob slobbering aside, I've made this project "pay-what-you-want" so feel free to download that shit for free, but if you feel inclined and have some extra cash layin' around, please consider throwin' it my way because I seriously need a new microphone. The one I used to record this tape is extraordinarily bad considering my recording environment. It makes mixing a nightmare, and even after mixing the ultimate quality is nowhere near a professional level. Disjointed is an incredible mix engineer but even he can only polish a turd so much.

Many thanks to any of you who consider yourselves fans of my music. It's such a great feeling to know that there are actually people out there who enjoy this crap that I make.

UPDATE: Thank you to all who purchased this project, I really appreciate it. I just ordered the new microphone so to any newcomers don't feel pressured into spending money on this.

~ Mawthra 怪獣

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released March 25, 2016

Big ups to Sin7ven and Disjointed for the amazing features.


Mixed & Mastered by Disjointed

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