Boys + Mixtapes:

You are my favorite part of this perfect nightmare
and if you don't care, then I don't care
No, I don't feel like a slut when you pull my underwear
and if you don't care then I'll go there

Don't you know I'm dangerous?
I'm loving just the two of us
together, in leather
I see you have a harness too
so will it leave me black and blue?
forever? Or never?
You can put your hands way up my shorts
I bet you've never felt that girth before, of course
I can promise if you take me home
you'll never ever feel alone again, no not again
take that ball gag out ya mouth
I wanna hear you whimper all night long, all night long
grind up some weed, let's smoke a blunt
which do you like, the back? or front?
on top? or on the bottom?

You are my favorite part of this perfect nightmare
and if you don't care, then I don't care
No, I don't feel like a slut when you pull my underwear
and if you don't care then I'll go there


Jeau Breedlove:

You wanna rumble with Breedlove?
I eat bitches like you all day
Youse my feed love
I body bitches lyrically they sucking it
They know that I am who they ain't fuckin wit
I'm finna bite
And I'm bringing out the claws
I fuck these assholes up
Pause
I wreck these bitches
And they reachin' for the gauze
They suckin' dick
And I'm pullin up my drawers
They tryna battle I'm tellin Em
Mistake!
I won't be defeated
With my Boys + Mixtapes
Flyer than a Jetson
Envy what I get, son
I'm at the top
You want my spot
I dare you
Come and get some
I'm on another level
Bitches can't out do me
Finna make they bed rock
They wanna yabba dabba do me!
People bite my style
That's fine
They think they're better than me
They're lying
How they taking hours
Working on they rhymes?
I'm out gettin' paid
I ain't got that kinda time
Deadly flow people talkin' 'bout mine
Spit my shit and when it hit
You just a chalk outline



Boys + Mixtapes:

We the queer boys here and we rockin' on the mixtape
flashin' all the style, gettin' busy, makin' earthqueakes
fightin' every round 'cause we wear the crown, never down
two shot knockout, hurry up and get out
they say that they be fighters
but they rookies or retired
and they rhymes are all expired
so the people have desire for me
to mothafucking blow up on this track
and leave they left sides numb like a heart attack

I got my jockstrap on and you know my wrists are taped up
I won't even take a hit even though I'm vaped up
smoke another swisher blunt, this mothafucka's gettin pumped
crack another skull or two and leave they bodies black and blue
rah, rah, you ain't no dungeon
bitch, you silly, you stupid, you faggin'
you should probly pick up on those panties 'cause they saggin'
do you need another tissue?
why you cryin? are you mad boo?

you're full of plastic, just like a trash can
now go recycle bitch cause you're in Portland
I need a cigarette, you're a joke
you're the butt and ya broke
so whe, whe, whe, where my gangstas at?
you know these hardcore boys ain't gonna fade to black
we got them slick, sly beats, you know the bass is fat
they said this is where they havin' all the parties at.