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Hip​-​Hop Monster

by Dr. Franken-Rhyme

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S.M.O.K.E. (free) 04:52
Puff, puff, then you gotta pass It's three am and I'm stoned off my ass Gotta pack up the mother fuckin bong Dr. Franken-Rhyme, this my smokin' song There ain't nothing wrong with a little sticky icky But explaining the smell to my mom gets tricky Got a bag of munchies and a pack of menthol Smokin' all year, winter spring summer fall Getting stoned off my balls and I don't give a fuck Cuz life when your sober, it fucking sucks Blue ducks and sluts, puppies and mutts Playin x-box straight sittin on my butt I won't amount to much, but I don't care Cuz at least Franken Rhyme tops MC Squared Long hair, no underwear, hearing impared You say you wanna get high? Well, step in to my lair You won't leave until you get your fix Got my radio pumping Skrillex Better chip in if you wanna hit the stash Better sit down or you'll fall on your ass Cuz I only smoke good shit, no poop schwag Childish Gambino on your ass, swag Cuz a sober day is a mother fucking waste Fire up a bowl, man, it's time to get baked Cuz I got more green the the top of a tree And I got better rhymes then other MC's So step in the circle, join the family Cuz this ain't no bullshit like glee Life's to hard to go alone So dial me up on your cellie phone You ain't even gotta give me dome Yeah this is my smokin' song Smoke one, smoke two, smoke three, smoke four Five blunts, six blunts, I still want more Fuck my health, live fast, die young? Nigga what the fuck do you mean that your done? I smoke till I'm dumb, naw I ain't got a gun But I bet you I'd shoot a nigga if I had one I don't give a fuck, life's too short for that Probably blow my brains out if I had a gat I got side tracked, this shit's about chronic Naw, home boy, man, I ain't hooked on it Cuz a nigga once said too much a good thing Will ruin that shit, then what would I sing About. Damn, nigga don't pout Got another eighth of weed right here in the pouch Why leave the couch, keep the shit real close Cuz a nigga gotta butter his mother fuckin toast I don't know what that means, don't care, I'm high I don't give a fuck if you roll your eyes I don't care if I die, I don't care if I live I don't care if I take, I don't care if I give No, I don't care, I just don't give a fuck So what if you think that my lyric's suck I ain't gotta impress you dog, fuck you Cuz my ass windows 7, you a TI-82 Cuz I got more green the the top of a tree And I got better rhymes then other MC's So step in the circle, join the family Cuz this ain't no bullshit like glee Life's to hard to go alone So dial me up on your cellie phone You ain't even gotta give me dome Yeah this is my smokin' song Franken Rhyme still smoking, yeah, I'm tokin I ain't jokin, I ain't choking While you stroking your dick like a fool I'm changing the game, mixing up the rules Long hair and jammin' heavy metal all day Yet I'm killing this track like my name was OJ Rocking a flannel, blue red and gray Sound of my voice even sweeter than a blue jay But I ain't perfect, that's a fact No I cant see my dick, man, why you gotta ask Man, you wanna get smacked? Then don't give me smack I got a mother fucker, I sold your mama crack Got side tracked again, back to the song Fuck this track, man, back to the bong I just wanna smoke so I can forget You got a girl and money, man, what do I get? I ain't got shit to show for this life that I live But a blackened pair of lungs from all them cigs Pull the trig, kill me, dog, I'll fucking haunt you Shock your mother fuckin' ass, call me Raichu Now I'm wrapping this up, this rap's almost through I electrify the game, man, call me Pikachu But I just wanna say before I drop the mic That I was high when I wrote this, a'ight? Cuz I got more green the the top of a tree And I got better rhymes then other MC's So step in the circle, join the family Cuz this ain't no bullshit like glee Life's to hard to go alone So dial me up on your cellie phone You ain't even gotta give me dome Yeah this is my smokin' song
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Story of my Life (free) 04:14
Imma tell a story bout Franken-Rhyme Tell y'all a tale bout a much better time Back when I had friends always blowin up my phone Back when I never ever spent a night alone I used to be chillin with my buds every day Had no fuckin clue they would all move away Or that half of them would fuckin' stab me in the back Leave me all alone havin' panic attacks And I had me a lady friend Thought she would be there till' the very end Two years talkin to her every night Shit was fuckin' perfect, we'd almost never fight In my dreams I put a ring on it I was hooked on this fuckin' girl, fuck phonics Never made it official, though, bit me in the ass Guess I got schooled cuz I'm sittin' in class Cuz she found herself a man, the guy's fuckin' perfect Watchin from the outside, feelin fuckin' worthless Cuz now when we talk, I feel like a downer Cuz now when we talk, she goes on and on about em' Don't get me wrong, I'm happy for this girl But you gotta understand that this lady was my world Past two years, didn't want no one else Now my hearts hurtin bad like it slipped and fuckin' fell I ain't the kinda nigga that ever weeps Now I cry myself every night to sleep I just want this girls, lady makes me happy She can cheer me up every time I feel crappy And I know it would be easier if I had friends What ever happened to "I'll be there till the end" What happened to everything, I thought that we were bro's But that don't mean shit now cuz I'm all alone Now I spend my nights alone with my thoughts Fuckin wishin for the end, prayin' I get shot I don't wanna live, but I can't die Cuz I don't wanna make who I have left cry Still give a fuck bout people that don't care about me Wouldn't piss on me if I was on fire, see, Starin at my phone, nobody calls I guess that my heart is my biggest down fall I'm so tired of being alone God, if you're out there, throw me a bone Please just give me some damn homies Maybe send a nice girl my way Or can you at least end my life If I can't have friends, can't have a wife I hate all of these sleepless nights But it's the story of my life

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released January 27, 2012

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Dr. Franken-Rhyme Pontiac, Michigan

Dr. Franken-Rhyme was stitched together by an ancient wizard and brought to life with one intention and one intention only- make the sickest music that has ever existed in the realms of Hip Hop and Techno

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