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Shubzilla:
Beginning of the week
And a bitch better not
I be doin’ what I need
Puttin’ up with a lot
My girls
We be chattin’
And we all keepin’ watch
When a hoe wanna front
Yeah, we take it up a notch
So try us on a Tuesday
But be gone by Thursday
Knock ‘em all to next week
And make ‘em land on payday
Oooh, I’m gettin’ thirsty
Show no heifer mercy
A thot wish they would
Imma end ‘em
In the worst way
Ryako:
I’m getting tired of putting up with all your fuckery
I’m lookin’ ‘round and my sisters all agree with me
Stop tryin’ to pull shit
Bullshit, it’s your insecurity
I’m sick of coddling your fragile masculinity
You keep on calling us
Dramatic
Problematic
Every single fucking interaction with you
Is beyond traumatic
Gaslight
Not right
Wanna push me?
Not tonight
Don’t you dare @ me
Or we gonna have a fight
Motherfuckin Monday
Try Me Tuesday
Wish a Bitch Would Wednesday
Thot Be Gone Thursday
Fuck You Friday
Suck it Saturday
These are the days
See you next week Sunday
Motherfuckin Monday
Try Me Tuesday
Wish a Bitch Would Wednesday
Thot Be Gone Thursday
Fuck You Friday
Suck it Saturday
These are the days
See you next week Sunday
Twill Distilled:
Aww did you think that I didn’t hear what was said
Bitches don’t realize that im fuckin with they head
Fake bum dummies always tryna mess with my bread
When they gonna learn that now i'm rollin with the dead?
Shut the fuck up, i’ve had enough, you wanna pretend that we’re friends
Your luck is up, times will get tough, that's how this story ends
I haven’t had my coffee yet and you think you’re being clever
When will these little bitches learn that screen caps are forever?
Prowess the Testament:
It all started with the Sabbath, but the math didn’t add up
shit was tragic, I’m laughing these Bitches habits mismanaged
We got the advantage, sicker than average,
Picture the mavericks, get reprimanded & hung like some badges,
fucking with bandits, all these stars, collect scars just like a bandage,
stick to playing in traffic, pushing caps to the backwards, raggedy bastids, fabulous, flip the mattress, we cut from a different fabric, schools of a different magic, Abracadabra, It’s a bad bitch Pageant…
Motherfuckin Monday
Try Me Tuesday
Wish a Bitch Would Wednesday
Thot Be Gone Thursday
Fuck You Friday
Suck it Saturday
These are the days
See you next week Sunday
Motherfuckin Monday
Try Me Tuesday
Wish a Bitch Would Wednesday
Thot Be Gone Thursday
Fuck You Friday
Suck it Saturday
These are the days
See you next week Sunday
Ryako:
We don’t got time for your shit
We’re too busy building empires
Making a name for ourselves
And our precious time runs dry
We don’t got time for your shit
We’re too busy being bosses
Toasting to our success
On every day that ends with “Y”
We don’t got time for your shit
So pack it up
And get the fuck
Outta here
Goodbye
Goodbye
Goodbye
Motherfuckin Monday
Try Me Tuesday
Wish a Bitch Would Wednesday
Thot Be Gone Thursday
Fuck You Friday
Suck it Saturday
These are the days
See you next week Sunday
Motherfuckin Monday
Try Me Tuesday
Wish a Bitch Would Wednesday
Thot Be Gone Thursday
Fuck You Friday
Suck it Saturday
These are the days
See you next week Sunday
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2. |
Heavy Flow Day
03:41
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I wake up full of pain
And then I see the stain
Thought it would be a trickle
But my vag made it rain
I got a flash flood
Made up of my blood
I slip on it and trip
And I land with a thud
Making you a list
Maybe you can handle this
Said you wanted to assist
Anything I missed?
Let me think now
Gonna need some things
Super maxi pad with wings
Won’t lie to you
It’s gonna be a bad day
Better watch your step
Or you’re gonna get in my way
Don’t call me mental
I’m just feeling menstrual
Listen up and it’s gonna be okay
I need a duvet, movie, leggings and a sweater
Need some chocolate chip cookies
Make me feel better
Need some ibuprofen
These cramps feel like I’m dying
Need a box of tissues
‘Cause I can’t stop crying
It’s a heavy flow day
So get out of my way
It’s a heavy flow day
So get out of my way
I’m on my period
It’s a heavy flow day
So get out of my way
Oh, it’s a heavy flow day
So get out of my way
I’m on my period
Take off my sheets
And I wash with cold water
Looks like a murder scene
And someone’s been slaughtered
I bingewatch Netflix
True Crime documentaries
I got a hot water bottle
On my ovaries
I got a threesome at 12 o’clock
With my friends Ben & Jerry
Got episodes of British Bake-Off
With my sis, Mary Berry
Got the complete miniseries
Of Anne of Green Gables
And Bridget Jones DVDs
On the table
I need a duvet, movie, leggings and a sweater
Need some chocolate chip cookies
Make me feel better
Need some ibuprofen
These cramps feel like I’m dying
Need a box of tissues
‘Cause I can’t stop crying
It’s a heavy flow day
So get out of my way
It’s a heavy flow day
So get out of my way
I’m on my period
It’s a heavy flow day
So get out of my way
Oh, it’s a heavy flow day
So get out of my way
I’m on my period
I got a visit from Auntie Flo and Carrie
I’m on the rag and I hope I don’t leak
Some Lady Business
At the Red Wedding
I’m Shining like elevators
‘Cause it’s Shark Week
It’s a heavy flow day
So get out of my way
It’s a heavy flow day
So get out of my way
I’m on my period
It’s a heavy flow day
So get out of my way
Oh, it’s a heavy flow day
So get out of my way
I’m on my period
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3. |
Pause to Applause
04:10
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I bite my lip, I taste the blood
As it rolls down onto my tongue
I grit my teeth, I spit out pearls
I should have won
I should have heard everyone else
Calling my name
Instead I hear nothing at all
More of the same
Silence again
Silence that kills
Bringing the shame
It was my fault
I let you down
Am I to blame?
Was enough just to work hard,
Playing the game?
Show me the way
Is this the road that leads to fame?
Why do I keep hurting myself
Pushing through pain?
Hitting a wall
Giving my all
What do I gain?
What do I fear?
What if I fall?
Can I maintain this momentum?
Give me a sign
Look to the sky
Heaven divine
Stars will align
Make me believe
I can achieve
Visions of mine
Spreading my dreams
Under your feet
Watching you tread
‘Til they’re all dead
I’m out of time
Give me a sign
Look to the sky
Heaven divine
Stars will align
Make me believe
I can achieve
Visions of mine
Spreading my dreams
Under your feet
Watching you tread
‘Til they’re all dead
I’m out of time
Pause to applause
You can pause to applause
I grow my hair
I lose the weight
Then I curate
Clothes that I wear
Fitting the mold
Can’t look too old
It’s so unfair
That I must be
Styled perfectly
Why do they care?
Why do I try?
Why does it matter?
Not, not good enough
Not beautiful
Impossible
If I act tough
If I stand up
Will I be booed?
Will they still love music I make?
Risk that I take
What am I made of?
Show me the way
Is this the road that leads to fame?
Why do I keep hurting myself,
Pushing through pain?
Hitting a wall
Giving my all
What do I gain?
What do I fear?
What if I fall?
Can I maintain this momentum?
Give me a sign
Look to the sky
Heaven divine
Stars will align
Make me believe
I can achieve
Visions of mine
Spreading my dreams
Under your feet
Watching you tread
‘Til they’re all dead
I’m out of time
Give me a sign
Look to the sky
Heaven divine
Stars will align
Make me believe
I can achieve
Visions of mine
Spreading my dreams
Under your feet
Watching you tread
‘Til they’re all dead
I’m out of time
Pause to applause
You can pause to applause
You can pause to applause
You can pause to applause
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4. |
Frenemy
03:42
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It took me too long to see
I’ve begun to realize
That you look down upon me
You can’t hide pity in your eyes
I was the funny sidekick
You were the star of the show,
Traveling first class on Titanic
I was in steerage below
Is it any wonder why you seem to have no other friends remaining?
Every friend you ever had found your relationship a bit too draining
You can get out of my life
Get away from me
I don’t need your bad advice
I don’t need to be
Poisoned by your arrogance
It’s stupidity
You’re not really my friend
You’re my frenemy
Don’t have any self-esteem
It’s just vanity
Not as pretty as you think
Plain as plain can be
You’re a fine example of mediocrity
You’re not really my friend
You’re my frenemy
I’m tired of all of your games
I can’t pretend anymore
That you are actually interesting
When you are truly a bore
You tried to take what is mine
You’re unfulfilled to the core
Got what you wanted, but not enough
Isn’t this what you asked for?
Do you ever stop to think about the reasons for your discontent?
Why are you still blaming everybody else for how your lovelife went?
You can get out of my life
Get away from me
I don’t need your bad advice
I don’t need to be
Poisoned by your arrogance
It’s stupidity
You’re not really my friend
You’re my frenemy
Don’t have any self-esteem
It’s just vanity
Not as pretty as you think
Plain as plain can be
You’re a fine example of mediocrity
You’re not really my friend
You’re my frenemy
You can play the victim all you want
No one believes you
You can say it’s someone else’s fault
You know it’s not true
Didn’t get your way
And now you’re acting like the world’s against you
Nothing’s good enough
All that you got, you just got used to
Isn’t it sad?
Isn’t it truly pathetic?
Think of the time that you wasted on still being mad
Shouting and yelling, complaining
If you’d been less condescending
I’d almost feel bad
If you’d been kinder
I would have reached out
But what was said cannot be unsaid
Lie with yourself
You made your bed
You can get out of my life
Get away from me
I don’t need your bad advice
I don’t need to be
Poisoned by your arrogance
It’s stupidity
You’re not really my friend
You’re my frenemy
Don’t have any self-esteem
It’s just vanity
Not as pretty as you think
Plain as plain can be
You’re a fine example of mediocrity
You’re not really my friend
You’re my frenemy
You’re not really my friend
You’re my frenemy
You’re not really my friend
You’re my frenemy
You’re not really my friend
You’re my frenemy
You’re not really my friend
You’re my frenemy
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5. |
To the Top
03:01
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Where the male rappers at?
Said no one ever
Playin’ the system
You think you’re so clever
You took a casting couch
And made it a day bed
Who you convincin’
It’s a privilege to give head?
You think you’re status-earnin’
Listen, but you ain’t learnin’
You wonder why we’re talkin’ ‘bout you
‘Cause your ears are burnin’
You hoped we didn’t notice
You started sellin’ out
How many rim jobs did it take
Just to get clout?
I know how you got what you got
Eatin’ pussy all the way to the top
You think you’re special
But you’re really not
Eatin’ pussy all the way to the top
I know how you got what you got
Eatin’ pussy all the way to the top
You think you’re special
But you’re really not
Eatin’ pussy all the way to the top
You wanted to get rich
By bein’ a little bitch
Fuck anything with a pulse
It’s how you got jock itch
Got doxycycline
For your raging cases of chlamydia
And burnin’ blisters on your face
By snackin’ on that labia
There’s no one left to blame
And now you feel the shame
Of trading in integrity
For just a taste of fame
We wanted to respect you
But now you’re just a joke
You’re eatin’ so much ass
You’re lucky that you haven’t choked
I know how you got what you got
Eatin’ pussy all the way to the top
You think you’re special
But you’re really not
Eatin’ pussy all the way to the top
I know how you got what you got
Eatin’ pussy all the way to the top
You think you’re special
But you’re really not
Eatin’ pussy all the way to the top
Guard: Order in the court! Judge ‘Gina presiding!
Judge ‘Gina: You, sir, have been charged with 25 counts of eating too much pussy and 5 counts of eating too much ass. It is obvious to me, as well as to the people of this court, that you have engaged in these multiple sex acts in order to, and I quote, “get to the top”. Therefore, I find you guilty and sentence you to 11 years in prison. Lock him up!
I know how you got what you got
Eatin’ pussy all the way to the top
You think you’re special
But you’re really not
Eatin’ pussy all the way to the top
I know how you got what you got
Eatin’ pussy all the way to the top
You think you’re special
But you’re really not
Eatin’ pussy all the way to the top
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Ryako Bruges, Belgium
Ryako is a Filipino-American-Belgian who has lived on three continents, but has settled in Brugge, Belgium. She is a massive geek and loves cats. She writes, produces, performs, and records all her own stuff and enjoys playing with genres. Coffee is her fuel of choice. Mr. Bootsock, the double-faced cat, is her spirit animal. ... more
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