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My Mind On My Money

I got my mind on my money and money on my mind/
Cat scan if you like you'll tell I ain't lying/
Verse One
Money is all I know all I see and remember/
From January to December I'm about seeing my figure/
From big Bens down to the pennies and nickles/
I want it all, you can call me a penny pincher/
Pennies for my thoughts add to a couple million/
I paint a perfect picture money stacked taller than buildings/
Everybody getting money, me and my minions/
It's a domino effect because all of us getting it/
I can be a billionaire and still won't go in my pockets/
I never understood it ain't tricking if you got it/
If I gotta throw mines then I guess I don't got it/
I ain't never been that type I want all of my profit/
Money hard to come by my momma not a doctor/
My dad is not a lawyer, and my uncle is not a rockstar/
but I'm trying to rock hard so I want it all/
And when it comes to the money, I'ma get it till I fall/
Verse Two
From being locked in the Penitentiary, I learned the value of money/
Because when I was dead broke it wasn't close to funny/
But I never been a dummy and I always had a hustle/
BY any means necessary, I'ma get something/
Everyday, I think of different ways to try and make a dollar/
And making my own money, I'm proud of/
Women wanna holla, dudes wanna be prostitutes/
Because they think I hit the lottery since I got a lil bread/
But really I'm just popping because the charts be topping/
And they think that I'm dropping but they outta their heads/
I get out of bed, thinking, money, money, money/
My palms steady itching so I know it's coming/
They told me if they hating on me then I'm doing something/
Because if I wasn't doing something, my name wouldn't be humming/
But I'm only worrying about the only thing on my mind/
And the only thing on my mind, is on it all the time/

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Original Pitbull of the Gods

ORIGINAL PITBULL OF THE GODS

Intro
Original Pitbull of the Gods, I was sent for a reason/
To eliminate the politics, corruption, and treason/
I convert all music heads into metal heads/
I had my choices and chose to do this instead/
Verse One
Original Pitbull of the Gods, I am the chosen one/
The Holy one, they chose to lead this Nation and I’m holding them/
Down to the ground with this knowledge and power/
Second after second, and hour after hour/
Big headed and rowdy, I’m exuding my energy/
I get the crown bucked up and everyone feeling me/
I do what I do, the energy wallop me/
The truth lights the way so the metal heads follow me/
The cops try drilling me, and so do my enemies/
But I’m blessed by the fallen homies spirits that’s filling me/
And they still in me, everyone of their souls/
Like the Mississippi River, I flow and flow/
Like Flo I glow, this is progressive/
Life is all about fallen getting up and lessons/
So take these blessings, listen and come alive/
Follow my lead, take a ride to the other side/
Verse Two
I was sent here to bless, but I been tested/
With trials and tribulations, I can’t rest/
Until my duty is done, so I do what I gotta do/
To lead the next generation  and show them how to move/
I was blessed with this gift, that’s here in your presence/
Open up your ears and receive this message/
I got the knowledge from the Gods and I will lecture/
All the music heads refugee who’s running from disaster/
Call me your pastor, the original Pitbull/
If I give you anything, it’s gonna be a fistful/
Eat it and get full, my lyrics is flesh/
These other people doing it, is just doing their best/
I do it with no effort because my skills is divine/
My craft is divine that’s why you feel every line/
Every line every rhythm, is hard every time/
And time is of the essence, so I’m doing it now.

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Lil Miss Ghoul

LIL’ MISS GHOUL

  On the night of Walpurgistnacht,
  Lil’ Miss Ghoul walks into her bedroom,
  She is deeply saddened after the break up with her latest man.
  Lil’ Miss Ghoul puts on her black Victorian dress,
  Softly weeping, she sits down at her Gothic, Victorian Vanity Mirror,
  She gets out her pure black lipstick and paints her lips black, 
  Her nails already painted black from this morning, 
  Lil’ Miss Ghoul walks to her window and slowly looks at the moon,
  Her sobs becoming stronger as she tilts her head at the full moon,
  She sings to herself a song of love as she begins to weeps hysterically,
  Lil’ Miss Ghoul returns to sit down at her Vanity Mirror desk,
  She looks at all the pictures of the men surrounding her mirror,
 The men who swore their love to her, used her and ditched her,
She slumps over her sobs uncontrollable. 
She looks at the Gothic switch blade knife and picks it up,
She looks at the men she thought loved her, 
One by one, they were only interested in her body,
Lil Miss Ghoul makes a hard, quick slash across her right wrist,
She looks at the moon, then, slashed her left wrist.
Lil’ Miss Ghoul stops crying, as she looks at the moon.
The blood from her wrists like a geyser, quickly spilling from her body,
She never takes her eyes off of the moon as her life slipped away,
Lil’ Miss Ghoul rises from her body, looks at the men she thought loved her,
She remained hovering in her room, till the next morning.
Momma came knocking, entered her room, and screamed,
Momma screaming, “Oh, my baby!!!! NOOOOO!!!!!!”
Daddy came running to Momma’s screams,
Daddy falls to his knees as he begins to cry, “NOOOO!!!!!”
As the days passed till Lil’ Miss Ghoul’s funeral,
Lil Miss Ghoul in spirit form attended her own funeral.
At her own funeral, Lil Miss Ghoul looks around,
Her entire family was there, all her friends,
She watched as they all painfully weeps hysterically.
Lil Miss Ghoul realized she has made a mistake,
As she says, “Oh my God, what have I done? These people are the one’s that love me, why did I let these men get to me?”

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Metal Pitbull Thug

METAL PITBULL THUG

Intro
Metal Pitbull Thug, I’m a metal head rocker/
Metal Pitbull Thug, I got the Metal game locked up/
Verse One
Metal head rocker, I’m a head banging thug/
A mangy Pitbull in the streets with no love/
I roam by my lonesome, and happy as ever/
An antisocial freak don’t need a friend or a helper/
Bandana around my neck, and paws on the concrete/
Standing tall focus tail straighten behind me/
Looking for a come up, but food is scarce/
So I’m scavenging through other people property with force/
Not knowing what tomorrow bring, living for today/
Pushing through these obstacles blocking my way/
I fight, I struggle, but won’t be defeated/
I just keep pushing and refuse to be weaken/
Believe in myself, because nobody believe me/
Pinching every nickel but the pennies I’m squeezing/
I work my ass off and every year I get snubbed/
Constantly living life as a metal Pitbull thug/
Verse Two
The metal game is in a lockjaw , it’s easy to see/
Nobody in the game rocking metal like me/
I’m the number one request the metal thug they wanna hear/
I rock, I roll, I’m the dog with the vibes/
The dog with the ears and the eyes of a lion/
Like Covid nineteen they wanted me to disappear/
Abracadabra, poof I’m here/
The metal heads love me cause I’m changing the game/
Why these other metal stars still sounding the same/
I’m a metal Pitbull and I’m thugging so they like me/
I just do me and just do it like Nike/
I spit that type of metal that have dudes with their shirt off/
I’m in the club rocking and women take their skirt off/
Throwing panties on stage, that’s how they show me love/
And I show them love back, with kisses and hugs/

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Exist

It's when you want/
To pretend I don't exist/
That I have to prove I do/
So, I guess I need to/
Take your lead in this dance/
And realize while I/
Clearly see you there/
You don't exist either/
But the irony of all this/
If you say I don't exist/
You would rather I be dead/
I still exist to those that matter/
Do I still exist to you/

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Dodge Penitentiary

Dodge Penitentiary, what are those voices/
Dodge Penitentiary, losing my mind doing time/
Dodge Penitentiary, where the am I?/
I entered Dodge Penitentiary, hardest of the hard/
My paws on the concrete, ready to fight/
I see familiar faces in the shadows/
Are they still my friends or will they test me/
Schizophrenic like crazy, my first time in prison/
I may be paranoid, but, I can hold my own/
My friends greet me, I'm part of the gang/
So... I see I'll be doing easy time here/
We run the prison, we control the Penitentiary/
I'm eating good, I hit the weight pile/
In no time, I'm packing on muscles/
I become the most respected here/
The guards learn to fear and respect me/
Dodge Penitentiary, vato, this easy time/
Ride or die in this Penitentiary/
Feels like home, but I miss my freedom/
Vato, this easy time/
Ummm... Does anyone know the Antichrist entered Dodge Penitentiary/

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Exist 2

So, yes my child/
You do exist/
To those that matter/
To those that care/
To the spirit world/
To the one's who have/
Known and loved/
And most of all my child/
You should matter/
To yourself/
Even for the one's who/
Pretend we don't exist/
Or even wish that/
We drop dead/
As long as you matter/
To yourself/
You will matter/
To the most important one/
Yes, you do exist/

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Unseen

So you think you/
Can talk about me/
Behind my back/
You call me a gossip/
A big mouth/
You are mistaken/
Isn't it you/
That is the big mouth/
The liar, the fake/
You don't have a clue/
Who your enemies are/
Keep spreading your lies/
It's the unseen in me/
You need to be aware of/
Am I Satan/
Am I Lucifer/
Am I the Antichrist/

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Crazy

Crazy

Call me crazy/
And I just might be/
Because I love those/
Who do not care/
And condemn their own souls/
Care for those/
Who do not care for me/
Give to those/
Who only take away/
Before you pray for me/
look in the mirror/
And pray for yourself/
For those who don't care/
Will be judged/
For social murder/
Am I crazy? /
I just might be/
But they made me/
This way... crazy/

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My Wish

I have never known true love/
All my life, I have wanted/
But a few things/
To be loved, to be accepted, to belong/
But, all they ever share/
Is their hate towards me/
I didn't do this, I'm innocent/
Maybe I never will/
Know true love, be accepted or belong/
But, I can still dream/
I can still wish/