Into the Mouth of Badd(d)ness
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Wake up every morning just to punch your clock Sleepwalk off to work in crowded streets you flock Born and bread to eat your brother's soul Climb that ladder carved from our bones Survival eats away, its source is life We work for better days, not golden ides Consumption junction is the hero of your daily function Your goal, your role Your narrow mind's on hold Lost manners in a race with time You can't see the starting line Won't eat the truths we've been fed Meals made with greed contain purebread Big man small world set in your sights You can't see what's wrong or right Misfed misled life's been spent Instilled mind control the dream since birth Helps achieve for you the plant's worth The worth is more than all your endless greed Make your mark because our planet bleeds Survival eats away, its source is life Let's work for better days, not trophy wives Consumption junction leads to zero for our daily function Lost manners in a race with time You can't see the starting line Won't eat the truths we've been fed Meals made with greed contain purebread Big man small world set in your sights You can't see what's wrong or right Misfed misled life's been spent Make haste to hell your light is sent Can't stand the taste, of purebread Solo 1: By Brownsound Solo 2: By Craigulator Misfed misled life's been spent Misfed misled life's been spent Can't stand the taste, of purebread
Submitted by Cyberwaste — Feb 11, 2026
Not the wands, but the wizards that hold them Cheap sheep leopard skin fakery rollin' Not to mention Huh! The guns that they're holdin' Grandpa's fingerprints and name but not stolen The Kings' men are growin trees Still enforcing charge and fees Nanomite clean energies We lock the door and we spit on the keys Don't tell us that we can't Don't tell us that we can't Don't tell us that we can't Don't tell us that we can't Meatlocker of your purebread scene Powdered nose donuts do you know what i mean? Seeking youth, in designer jeans Mustache morals yet you still smell clean? Don't tell us that we can't Don't tell us that we can't Don't tell us that we can't Don't tell us that we can't Solo 1: By Craigulator Solo 2: By Brownsound
Submitted by Cyberwaste — Feb 11, 2026
This decade, discredited by Misuse and poor etiquette rhymes This education we should thank you for wasting our time And for the interest in our dime And now we'll only banter Questions with loaded answers When it blows put it down and let go And don't dare ask me why Let's hear the generation speak frustation Let's hear the generation speak frustation This tank set To running dry Distress it Drains like the orange eye This aggravation plantation farmed inside your mind Let's change the way because you know it's jive Now will we only banter Questions with loaded answers When it blows put it down and let go And don't dare ask me why Solo 1: Craigulator Solo 2: Brownsound Solo 3: Craigulator Solo 4: Brownsound Let's hear the generation speak frustation Let's hear the generation speak frustation
Submitted by Cyberwaste — Feb 11, 2026
I'm the blues warrior A brown 6 string samurai from 1300AD I travel the world baby Playin a ruckus and slayin suckas Now once upon a couple of days ago I was sitting on my porch Looking for my smoking torch When I detected in the air Something that made my nostrils scorch Now I say I recognize those wack jack Broken sacroiliac Frick frack diddley squat Teeth like a train track Rick James stringbean looking fools Sneaking up on my back steps they was Only one thing to do So I jump back draw my sword And say "Lord Have Mercy" Now after I whupped those riff rafscallions I proceeded in a left foot right foot manner Throught the realm of reggae But first I must say goodbye to my cat King Tubby Goodbye King Tubby Now in the realm I found my smoking torch Of course i use it But a burning in my stomach kept telling me "Go see Oz you idiot." Boy if I would have know what the Australian would say "What'd he say brotha?" Well he said "Go seek master Ken We must unite the realms mate." And thats why I ended up in this funky forest Now a funk master like I've never seen before approaches me So I jump back I draw my sword And I pray to God that I don't drop that shit
Submitted by Cyberwaste — Feb 11, 2026
Take your business off of my lawn or did you see that sign? "Well sorry mister I don't mean to offend Just let me off this time" With good intentions and bound by the creed The leaders drew their lines But lines turned to concrete walls divided us by signs Due south but won't get over! Can't cross these childish lines Boxed in creates disorder Collectivating the 3rd stone mind Hands tied can't help my brothers Grim reapo man at the door Retrieving will for the power of six Provoking thoughts of war Increase the profit walls to keep them safe within Fear Of A Brown Planet a movement of peace not skin Due south but won't get over! Can't cross these childish lines Boxed in creates disorder Collectivating the 3rd stone mind Bass Solo: By Vaughn Due south but won't get over! Can't cross these childish lines Boxed in creates disorder Collectivating the 3rd stone mind
Submitted by BloodShrine — Feb 18, 2026
I'm waiting in my cold cell, when the bell begins to chime Reflecting on my past life and it doesn't have much time Cause at 5 o'clock they take me to the Gallows Pole The sands of time for me are running low When the priest comes to read me the last rites I take a look through the bars at the last sights Of a world that has gone very wrong for me Can it be that there's some sort of error? Hard to stop the surmounting terror Is it really the end, not some crazy dream? Somebody please tell me that I'm dreaming It's not easy to stop from screaming But words escape me when I try to speak Tears fall but why am I crying? After all I'm not afraid of dying Don't I believe that there never is an end? As the guards march me out to the courtyard Somebody cries from a cell "God be with you" If there's a God then why has he let me go? As I walk all my life drifts before me And though the end is near I'm not sorry Catch my soul cause it's willing to fly away Mark my words please believe my soul lives on Please don't worry now that I have gone I've gone beyond to see the truth When you know that your time is close at hand Maybe then you'll begin to understand Life down here is just a strange illusion Yeah, yeah, yeah... Hallowed be Thy name Yeah, yeah, yeah... Hallowed be Thy name Yeah Solo 1: By Brownsound Solo 2: By Cragulator
Submitted by Cyberwaste — Feb 11, 2026
Funk Stink like N'awleans crawfish Tell Dr. Zig! Come get a whiff of this Now this beat's got soul and it's superbad So if you wanna get down with this just pack your bag Got pockets so deep still spillin groove Spilt on your speakers to make you move Greazy brisket with a cornbread biscuit Back for more cause it's cleanplatistic Currified to rock this crown I said you wanna get funky you gotta down Now heed this we're warning you Go tell yo mama and yo family too Don't worry about dinner, said we're comin through Burnin funk so hot it'll cook your food No wine and cheese, we ain't serving those Heavy metal with a side, of bellbottoms and fros Greazy brisket with a cornbread biscuit Back for more cause it's cleanplatistic Currified to rock this crown I said you wanna get funky you gotta down Greazy brisket with a cornbread biscuit Back for more cause it's clean platistic Currified to rock this crown I said you wanna get funky you gotta get down Solo 1: By Cragulator Solo 2: By Brownsound Greazy brisket with a cornbread biscuit Back for more cause it's cleanplatistic Currified to rock this crown I said you wanna get funky you gotta down Greazy brisket with a cornbread biscuit Back for more cause it's clean platistic Currified to rock this crown I said you wanna get funky you gotta get down
Submitted by Cyberwaste — Feb 11, 2026
Quest laid to seek his wisom Traced through the lines of outcome Sit down learn to be comatose This mark carved into your ghost Don't take this the wrong way But my man won't use your subway Make bones Thursday Sunday Still work Friday Monday Horsesteak no ricepape beefcake Hate skates and ink cut your face This dread got skills got skills that kill jack Don't fret Brigade got his back Respect due for his redrum Brought peace to all three kingdoms St. Chris with urgence and blank spot Sees battle with gypsy girl chicken bot Don't take this the wrong way But my man won't use your subway Make bones Thursday Sunday Still work Friday Monday Horsesteak no ricepape beefcake Hate skates and ink cut your face This dread got skills got skills that kill jack Don't fret Brigade got his back Solo 1: By Craigulator Solo 2: By Brownsound Don't take this the wrong way But my man won't use your subway Make bones Thursday Sunday Still work Friday Monday Horsesteak no ricepape beefcake Hate skates and ink cut your face This dread got skills got skills that kill jack Don't fret Brigade got his back
Submitted by Cyberwaste — Feb 11, 2026
Three anums deep in trainfare, alond the path to badness Funk forged with blues to serve their Charges of peace not warfare Into The Mouth he goes You've got to know Into The mouth of badd(d)ness he goes Those who enter lost Control The mouth of badd(d)ness won't take this soul Balldeep in damnation Stench born from segregation It feeds on disillusion Must stop its mind pollutants Into the mouth he goes You've got to know Into The mouth of badd(d)ness he goes Those who enter lost Control The mouth of badd(d)ness won't take this soul The Blues Warrior transverses and finds what he was told A body slain with suit intact with hints red green and gold A one headed beast approaches nor eared but all fight The Blues Warrior adorns the steel that which makes him The Brown Knight Solo 1: By Craigulator Solo 2: By Brownsound You've got to know Into The mouth of badd(d)ness he goes Those who enter lost Control The mouth of badd(d)ness won't take this soul The mouth of badd(d)ness couldn't break his balls
Submitted by Cyberwaste — Feb 11, 2026
Egos are the masons for these marble days Supply demand in overstack It's all a concept for the cheaper pay Confined inside a ticking clock It's been built to mandate frustrate Producing living dead And never mind the lack of update Feeding off your head Self serve is core, crux state It's how they operate Assets and paperwieghts Fassy Mc Raasy's take their bait Agendas hidden under laundry stacks Their motives silent out of sight A way around the politax The balance theory keeps em tight It's just a way to mandate frustrate Producing living dead And never mind the lack of update Feeding off your head Self serve is core, crux state It's how they operate Assets and paperwieghts Fassy Mc Raasy's take their bait Solo 1: Craigulator Solo 2: Brownsound
Submitted by Cyberwaste — Feb 11, 2026
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