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Summer MixTape

by CoffeeMonster

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New season, new coughee more rumpleminze i don't give a shit i'm back bitch, i'm back bitch and we gon wit it all heres my sales pitch grab ya coat, and ya hat i say fuck the Steelers right off the bat then we head to Nashville yeah we running down hill cuz they country folk and i heard the whole town swill what up C-Dubbs, what up Turn Dogg Joey Flac throwing bullets out the fog swarm like smog and we hit ya so hard ya like Helen keller gonna ya need a guide dog Blind side, I'm China eyed so lifted, Marty McFly got Powers so Kenny like Danny McBride and its 8 hours later and ya Jet Ski Fried Chicken, like a Rofo Box Tebow needs God, not John Fox never gonna quit, Carson Palmer yes I rep the city of Balmer so Fuck lock outs, fuck kick offs sunday, funday, party ya dicks off bodymore city, Murderland my state packin on the pounds, Cody up the line weight we got Jurode, a blessing from God but he ain't real so whats the big deal Lake Trout gone and I ain't gon pout cuz Jimmy Smith on lock down, no doubt gettin Pickles, Snooki and Reed like Ricky Williams smoke a ton of weed miss Ayanbadejeo and how we get felatio but Tyrod Taylor got that Hokie flow no Hokie shit, pokie that Terrapin Nation is where its at fresh ass unis, they was fresh ass unis Superbowls the goal, Wayne Rooney hair plugs, we don't wear Uggs catch a fat lip, call ya T Suggs we in Lot H, we never go to sleep step up ya game, and I mean ya tweets go balls deep, call me Glen Rice fuck Sarah Palin grab the ice Ice the wrist, D-Mase Fuck you ya lost ya pace Grossman, put weight on just hate on, parade on Pratt Street, and President yellin Yeah Hon like a Hamden Resident off the cuff, off the hip Yo Jaws, OH SHIT Hines Wards, hedance with the stars never thought he end up behind bars Call my boys, Franklin and Bash they handle Heat, like Flash Don't act rash, Casey Anthony Kill the Ravens, thats blasphemy
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Home (M&T) 05:08
(Coughee) Rest in peace Orlando Brown Just pour some out on first down big Zeus was only 40 Steel Reserve now thats my 40 Big Mike got shoes to fill Not Walt Disney keep it real Jesse Sandra was a steal Haloti Ngata inked that deal 60 large gettin paid watch ya stash the cops will raid the Love Boat just ask McKinny eatin puss and he ain't skinny got Hurricanes and Earthquakes Ray Rice,he shakes and bakes Yo Rutgets ain't the U but I killed em last year with fuck with you Shameless self promoter Stelers bitch might hafta choker nah I prolly motorboat her party time don't leave no floaters what happens, Sauce will drink em Flaccos favorite? It ain't thinking Pizza Hut, Midnight Sun get gangster like Knucky Thompson T suggs, Ray Lewis Superbowl cauldron witches brew us Heavy seas and Natty Boh not second place like Hope Solo Tony Romo, no Homo Rex Grossman got a gut of dough yo Mike Vick, the boy is fragile Monday morning reach for the advil Tom Brady and Phil Rivers They digiorno, we deliver No idea its Buffoon night get blacked out I tip alright sip all night, strip all night make the pussy drip all night Red beard, ginger tint drink that cough and rumpleminze Hook (Bougey Rosette) Home, Yes I am Home This is where my Ravens play Everybody loves Sunday Home, Yes I am Home When I'm on this tailgate track Baltimore I got your back x2 (Hot Sauze) Baltimore Ravens here we go bout to fuckin' rock and roll got a leader - Joe Flacco takin' us to the Super Bowl (echo) Cough and Bouge on the one twos its Nick at Nite not Blues Clues Fuck the Sox, love my Os protect this house like we up in Lowes low blows, call us Floyd Juan Dixon, Terp on Roids When did the Colts become the Cavs (Lebron) I smoke Cubans like the Mavs AFC North is our division City of Cleveland must be missin' The team that left in '96 Business side - suck our dicks Hurricanes - Lewis and Reed Sex Boat McKinnie, Hurricane Irene Leach with a block, Rice with the rock Suggs comin' through he can't be stopped Q and Dickson crossin' routes Big money Ngata knock you out Caw caw caw, we hit harder Purple Parade in the Inner Harbor Hook (Coughee and Hot Sauze) A young buck, no Walker Hershel rock that black, smoke that purple haze by the pound, flacco hash suggs got sacks on sacks on sacks on sacks on sacks on sacks on sacks Cody snacks and snack and snacks Kickoff rules are fuckin wack Every time - Touchback Touchdown, down there Touch down in my underwear Bros wanna diss us, bitches wanna kiss us Ya town back that way, Lloyd Christmas Christmas Eve, Turkey Day Cleveland Dump and Frisco Bay Ed Reed loves his fish filet Long John Silvers, Errrrryday Everyday I'm shufflin Ravens feathers ruffelin when I dive I'm muffelin Packed for Indy, duffelin Insulin, diabetes O-line just eatcha Wheaties Best track I heard since Coffee and Rumpleminze (S.Choir) need adderall, need cocaine need that Crosby messed up brain Game day Sundays gotta hunt Sundays Cant see straight in court on Mondays want jello shots want keg beer Where’s sam zero (get over here) What up Jimmy Smith (daddy of the year) Torrey Smith got wheels (Goodyear) Hung like santonio, kids like cromartie Call a babysitter still gonna party RIP Zues no weekend at bernies wire dat will, power of attorney Pirate purp camos make girls woozy Call T Sizzle, make a movie ass in my face, boobies in my mouth suck the toes on Rex Ryan’s spouse Fuck ass clowns, fuck red heads Fuck Derek Mason, bellichik said His boy brady,uggz like a lady jump outta planes, point break SWAYZE Sunday night football not a pitfall before kickoff, we party our dicks off No Dominique Foxworth IR Stint Pass me COFFEE AND RUMPLEMINTZ
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Hands Up 04:38
Str8 off the block wit it Cross St to be specific I hail from Harborview wit that Pandemonius tailgate crew Yo Jeremy Kahn and Scott Garceau Norris and Davis yall my bros Vinny and Kenny, Bob and Rob and Glen Younas, you kill that job but 1st off, praise be to Tebow cuz god ain't real but he my G, bro it 105.7, call me the fan not Ed from Arbutus its coughee the man who running this town, commissioning shit call me David Stern cuz I'll trade for ya bitch CP3, he Paul so hard Suggs ball so hard we Caw Caw so hard Yes, that shit Ray Lewis mothafucka ain't Turf Toe Cray Yes, that shit Ray Rice mithafucka Wired like Wee Bay Boom, like he back on the block with the glock AFC Purple back on the top not like the Pack, not like the Pats like Kennan and Kel, we ALL THAT n thats with Cam Cam running the offense, Not Norv Turner we live in the now tense got Ray Rice but shit throw it deep Smith got the wheels, he a touchdown freak like Dez Bryant, but with all his brain cells Yo Texans we ring ya cow bells more cowbell? More cowebell? shit we the class of the NFL, SON Houston y'all got a problem and I don't mean the lien epidemic it comes in the form of 55 and he ball so hard shit academic Purple Pandemonium Y'all Zirconium Zirconium Zirconium Sunday morning, Snow flurries Cruise control call us Suri kill TJ Yates like Norman Bates and pat ya down like ya at the gates Face me Ike, know I'll cross ya better hair than Arian Foster Nazi name, Jew hater San Fran killer like a Oakland Raider Josh McDaniels, you fuckin traitor I am yo father, DARTH VADER Run Ray run and you to Ricky 4 U I'll light that sticky icky Vontae Leach, bulldozer Big McKinnie, hoes he'll hose her liquor sip and cunnilingus make em grunt like Martina Hingis Honeybadger, Mussberger Step to us and we will serve ya
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Snot Boogie 04:17
Verse1 Say you bitches don't understand my style I'm back on the mic like it 8 mile in my room, wit no crowd surrounded by smoke like an iCloud iPhone, I upgrade nah child, I ain't paid East Lex, I'm VA a yuppy raised by the Collonade sniff sniff, now behold I'll go in beast mode no g code, just dick rode bow down, and tebow bitch slow down, now swallow lean back, I'll reload got 2 shots, they free throws legalese, the penal code I object bitch no sweat off my back pass me the green, know that I mean the shit in the sack like John Wall hard to the rack or Kevin Durant with the napsack might be white but ball like I'm black I handle my handles, I gamble I scramble I'm cunning like Randall but scandal still follow me Bobby Petrino, drink vino, with Lebo-witz I keep em about me detox, drink green tea I smoke trees, I drink beer I kick it like soccer I'm English Premier Swear on the bible the holy Koran If God is so real he's a real Uncle Tom Verse2 And so I present to you Cough Drop take corporate rap to the tip top of my block, thats Battery assault this beat don't flatter me No Way Jose get my drinks from Tom down cherry bombs with the bitch that I nom just call me coughee, my mom calls my Ryan clear the cobwebs cuz this track is the bomb and gimme the mic, I'll make ya proud jus talk to my reefer that shit is so loud so Purp Purp, do god's work a Maverick, call me Dirk Nowitzki, MVP of eating some pussy yes I'm back with the crude talk so barber lets bring the back mohawk Verse 3 Get piss drunk, like ten deep pop pills, I can't sleep can't think 'bout nothing for nothing except for me fucking up this beat so fuck work and fuck the boss i catch a beat running like the randy moss Im outkast, i talk trash like Jeremy Franklin I'm Peter Bash ya white trash, i'm working class my girl go deep like Wieters Mash Potatoes, wit gravy my Banana's Republic ya old Navy or Polo, got horse power chin up, Bill Cowher a hippy I fight with flower power just pass me the bowl and a whiskey sour
5.
Yo its 105.7 call me the Fan summer is fading, and is so is your tan but its a new season with new coffee another reason to pop some off with me/ Good Morning Norris and Davis Spit like the Sheriff and Deputy Davis ask the GM, or Rob Long How much dope does it take to LiveStrong?/ ask Haynie and Zinno the sceptic and the cynic What it gon' take it for us to win it? Like Mike Phelps we put on a clinic Hook Hey I rock that 5-2, thats my Ray Ray We ball so hard y'all Caw Caw me maybe Yup, I rep Charm City, don't try to play me buckle up Yo Chinstrap and Caw Caw me maybe Hey, hike it to Joey, go deep to Torry Don't trot out Billy and caw caw me maybe Hey, I like your camo, do you rock that daily? If ya back the Ravens Caw Caw me baby Yo I'll eat Jerry Jones and Papa Johns With Scott Garceua and Jeremy Conn Jerry Coleman, and G-Unit Radio Caw me up like Manny Machado/ Long time listener, first time caller a vet on the mic tho call me Jim Palmer Honeybadger drug addicted lock down Dez Bryant so afflicted Cal Rocks and I eat box Chicken Fried by the docks/ Torry blazin' jus' like Jimmy with Ray Lewis buckle ya chinny and strap up, Isles and Rissoli we Cal Rip y'all 'part and leave ya hole-ee Hook Shorties say Cough show me ya Wieters Ed Reeds more drama than the Theatre Hook em Horns, Justin Tucker Suggs Ball so hard like we up at Rucker/ Achilles heel, gone with Cundiff drink a boh and light a big spliff I'm sauced, the Steelers are soft they terrible Towel is terry cloth/ Joe calling plays Rice got paid Wheres Tim Tebow, Sanchez prays The Lombardi Trophy can't escape ask Paul Ryan we legitimately rape/ the NFL, thats our business God ain't real but I bless got my chick with Siragusa boobies so all my floozies raise ya koozies Hook Its hard to look right at you, Billy but if ya back the Ravens, Caw Caw me baby Hook Billy get off of our team, you missed it so bad, you missed it so bad, you missed it soo soo bad x2
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Ya'll know me still the same Coughee just smoke trees, rhyme for free Hated on by most of y'all with no tracks just suck on deez ya no talent, ya ass clowns call me corporate i'll beat ya down like the cleveland browns yall all frowns I'm B-more bitch, I love my town love the game, love the birds get gully when I tweet like an N-Word I'm a white boy, I keep it clean Like Ayanbadejo support the queens No Bulls shit, no Joakim putting up more points than Kareem Abdul Jabbar I'm a shooting star the Pats play dirrty like Pine Tar _Hope Tom got an ass Rash Anna Welker ain't got no class Hit Ray Rice with a screen pass he light ya up like smoking grass or light ya up like Steven Ridley meet Bernard Karmell Pollard going hard like F Yeah Diddy to turbuelence, word (word) Hey diddle diddle, Rice up the middle Superbowl time, this ain't a riddle cooking up tracks right off the griddle Y'all a bunch pricks just ask Sizzle we go to deep, Joe to Torrey take it to the house, refinance like John Wall to Brtadley Beal for Slams that make them dance (Dance) Hook x2 Nowadays everybody wanna talk when the man start to pray But nothin comes out when they move their lips Just a buncha gibberish ya muthafuckas act like ya forgot about Ray Praise God the Lord is amazin' Yours in Kai we hell Raisin Psalm 91 go get ya gun We got the Lord's fav'rite son ain't blasphemy thats RG3 shit boy hows ya knee? Haloti hit like Steez for 3 bitch know I drink COFFEE cold and black, rewind it back like Ursher, make that booty go thwack say Jimmy, rewind it back Know lil John make that booty go thwack Har-bowl, Cain and Able NFL films, RIP Steve Sabol Deer Antlers read the label? man I watch too much cable and the radio, my brain's charred read Mike Preston's report card got Joey diggin' on retards? Fuck it, I'm Purple Die Hard the third one with a vengeance Where's Tim Tebow need my pennance God Ain't real no repentance Next years O's will win the pennant AJ and Wieters smash Joey bout to make that cash drop Kobe dimes likes Steve Nash or Tickle skills with corn mash Moonshine boys not Jim Tom a jungle brawl like Vietnam Sunday's storm and now its calm hit Dan Dierdorf with a bomb! Hook x2 So what do you say to somebody you hate (what) Or anybody tryna bring trouble your way lets resolve things in a bloodier way Bitch study a tape of RAY RAY(Lewis) Not that post game rub down with Steve Biscotti poppin' wood I'm talking old school Eddie George hits am I understood Stand up Ravens nation and fuck the radio station this ain't no family paradoy track man that shit caused aggravation no bring on Brady no fun nights pass the green who got the light going blind side for Ray last ride just pass that box of chicken fried from RoFo or North Ave shit slams like Bron as a Cav we faded like a 7 foot Mav but ain't soft like a Carmelo Jab West Baltimore, Wheelie Up no hands on the bars both on the cup liquor sippin, 4 wheel whippin we take it to the top like Adolf Rupp 9ers ain't won shit since Montana Knife a bitch like we in Atlanta We gonna win the Louisana take it to the bank like Susquehanna Praise the Lord like a Gospel choir we the champs when Ray retires Jesus Saves but that's implied We go out on Top on Ray's Last Ride
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It's going down, we met on Tinder Its a match, we better smash Let's make a night, you won't remember I'll be the one, you won't forget wooooo oooooh [Coughee] Start online I take it offline Body look tight I swipe to the right White, black, asian, ginger I don't care its a match, tinder Face down, ass up, tinder drink this, turn up, tinder Bitch you know the drill She say she won't, but I bet she will, tinder Swipe that finger round and round matching bitches all over town One more shot, another round End of the night, shes going down Swipe that finger round and round matching bitches all over town One more shot, another round No need to fight it shes going down Hook It's going down (It's going down) We met on Tinder Its a match (its a match) We better smash (we better smash) Let's make a night You won't remember I'll be the one You won't forget (You won't forget) ooooh [Wigan Don] Look up at the screen, instamatch it’s a flame I’m Not Pit Bull, but turn-up the same (Dale) Giving hoes hell, swiping game (to the right) Best they say, in a 10 mile range Bar hopping in the Fed Ral, so we (so we!) matching, and it’s on now, woadies (Woadies!) My thumbs bout to pound, why Cause filters about to go down Swipe that finger round and round matching bitches all over town One more shot, another round End of the night, shes going down Swipe that finger round and round matching bitches all over town One more shot, another round No need to fight it shes going down Hook It's going down (It's going down) we met on tinder Its a match we better smash (we better smash) Let's make a night (Let's make a night) You won't remember I'll be the one (I'll be the one) You won't forget (You won't forget)
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Hook Something Magic Happens, Every time you go You make the magic happen, the magic of orioles baseball When the game is close, and the O’s are hot There’s a thundering roar from 34 to give it all they’ve got And you never know who’s gonna hear the call (WHY?) Every game there’s a different star That Orioles Magic Magic Magic Magic Magic Magic Magic Magic Magic Magic Magic Magic Magic Magic Magic Verse 1 It was back in ’92, and I was just a little league star I marched with Donald Schaefer, cut that ribbon, open that Yard Remember '89 (Yes), the season of Why Not? (What?) Well I remember this year for AJ and the pie shots He went Steve Aoki on 'em, stretch the lead like yogis on 'em AL east champs like Ali went oke dokey on 'em Markakis, lets state this, We crush em all like Davis (Davis) We winning (winning), y'all losing, goin deep we Nelson Cruzin' (Cruz) down Eutaw we boozin what, meet ya up at Boogs then Buckle Up, We won't stop, no losing we refusing to stop poppin bottles (pop), the Yard will black out Am I worried bout the Angels (Nah) they smell like trout (Get it?) Hook Verse 2 What up Michael Phelps (Phelps), I never drink and drive but shooting craps is easy ya know I'm slinging die Bet it all on the birds, Nattitude is for the nerds Drinking buds with my buds watching Bud till I'm slurred (Slurred) 10 bucks a pop, thank you Mr. Angelos I might blow all my cash but I'll give the O's a toast (Toast) Tilly, and Chen, and all the boys on the mound I take my whiskey Eddie Murray ordered triple crown (Crown) and now I'm in a pickle (pickle), I think I'm up at Pickles there's drunk Gary Thorne, out his mind like Roger Dorn throwing bats like Machado, know we got Bravado cuz my squad got balls like Pedro Cerrano (Cerrano) Hook

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released August 1, 2011

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Veteran in the basement rap scene of South Baltimore. Low budget production and equipment - he keep it gully. Lyrically tends not to stray to far from the following topics: coffee, the Ravens, partying, and cunnilingus. Enjoy!

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