I was chilling at the park with my man Elon It was back in the days, before VTOL And before the fame, the gain, the change, the Space (X) X, PayPal and Tesla, yeah whats’ up man? Yo what’s up Musk, Bruh not much, I was buying Half-Life online and guess what, Some fucked up asshole stole my money! I said “Yo man dat man dishonest!” They should make some online software Some stuff that keeps your money and process Everything you buy on eBay, rad shit I don’t really know about it, it’s not my field man But I know you like coding, hey, here’s a good plan Maybe we could talk about it after lunch Elon said: “Gotta run man thanks so much!” Yo whatcha talking bout you just got here mate I know I just remembered I have to return some videotapes Next month, (guess what?) paypal’s online With a fucking billion dollar value where am I? Not a thanks, not a card, not a fucking buck I’ma fuck you up Elon, fucking cunt. I’ma fuck you up so bad You ain’t even gonna walk right Rape your fucking girlfriend Just like Johnny did their last night (Aw fuck) See I’m a chilled guy I take your Tesla run you over then blame that transvestite Catylin Jenner (Fucking faggot) I don’t give a fuck about you I’m spiteful Despise you I’m iller than the swine flu I’m a dog that barks and bites too I’ll chop you into pieces Chew you up then spit it out (Ptuh) Fast forward it’s around 2010 Me and Elon haven’t met, I’ve become a man When I created Paypal, I was barely ten Still I had a bigger dick and a better plan I’m at Nasa, consulting, with the dudes on the line We’ve been talking about saving a couple of dimes I say guys “know what? Got a really good plan” Guess who comes in next, Mr. Tesla man I throw a little banter like “Yo how is life? How you like getting credit for some shit that’s mine How you like that people think you created Tesla When it’s two other dudes: Tarpenning, Eberhard” Only took two seconds for his guards to tackle me Throw me into a prison where they raped and battered me Stole my plan for the genius Falcon heavy Like Tyler I lived in the shed till July 2017 I’m a fucking walking paradox I just smoked two ounces So I don’t care whether I am or not I don’t fuck with triceratops The stature of this high I’m more like flying up with pterodac- tyls I need some help closing my lyrics Can you help me out the same way I helped you with your business Oh my fucking spidey senses Sense some danger on your way It might be me slicing your thin wrists (tssshhh) Then I’ma drink the blood as vengeance Is served cold, but when I kill I like to eat my fucking victims (As they’re still warm) Oh what psychopath! I’ll eat your goddamn cadaver Then on your fucking grave I’ll dance And don’t you worry about Amber She’s in a cage, I’ll strangle her Some people call me Slender (I’m the goddamn Slender Man) Please don’t sue me.

First time I saw her she was downing drinks down at the bar From her persona I could tell that she was up for more What’s with the hat it’s 85 degrees just take it off Why don’t you focus on my dress until it comes undone I started flirting, ain’t no feminist twisting my words I am certain This chick’s as horny as rabbits and hormones she pulled down my pants in the hallway Girl chill out, I know it’s spring and you nasty But please give me a second I ain’t got no clean bedsheets Now at this point the situation gets spooky It was kind of like Rabbits But the David Lynch movie Baby steady please get ready Take the hat off already That is the problem just please baby promise You won’t run away cause I’m very self-conscious. Baby don’t worry I’m sure that whatever it is It’s not that important Then as she takes it off I see her secret coming right out to the surface I swear to god the spectacle was just terrible Coming out of her head Was a cluster of tentacles Uuuhhhh tentacles Parararapa papapapapa papparapa Uuuhhhh tentacles Tarararatta tatta Now I’m a shy guy I played tough but I was fronting I Don’t have the courage to say I’m not all right And at this stage the only course of action that I see Is fuck her poorly and pray to god she doesn’t want to call me I started 69. Though with her tentacles the number’s like Well I don’t know, it’s not a 69 I started licking down her pussy that’s when it just hit me I don’t know if she’s a human I don’t know what else is she? And while I’m freaking out ‘bout possible unknown VDs I feel her tentacles slide down my ass they’re fucking freezing And though she loved me just like Ross loved Rachel As I fucked her the only thing I felt was constipation Her tentacles inside me It hurts so freaking deep Then suddenly I come I’m so confused baby what’s happening? There goes my tale ‘bout prostate stimulation Then I cried myself to sleep, reflecting on my ejaculation. Uuuhhhh tentacles Parararapa papapapapa papparapa Uuuhhhh tentacles Tarararatta tatta

A dislocated jaw Plus i’m not a rapper, Still hot with the flow Like I’m my favorite actor (Shia) Italian, white, just a little strange Deranged, razor blade Cut right through my wrist vein (Aaww) It was just a dream, I wake up take a shower Planned a trip to the countryside With my friend Ron Howard He said he really wanted To see the wilderness He got this friend Daisy He’d like to bone her, shit By the way, I mean there’s no relation It’s just his name, A friend of mine who’s on vacation And while the elation From the flirtatious nature Of the exchange grows I’m in the back reading a play though We get to the reservation This chick Daisy claim they got horses who can shoot lasers I call bullshit but she seems serious, she approaches one and tries feeding it I see this turning south immediately as she reaches it LASER FRIEND [I can’t believe they got horses shooting lasers now] LASER FRIEND [Don’t even know if you’ll believe me but I’m telling ya] LASER FRIEND [Shit can be dangerous be sure to keep your distance pal] LASER FRIEND [My laser friend, man I swear I ain’t even high right now] Goddamn, I can’t believe what happened Just saw a human being turned right to fucking ashes My man Ron Howard just stands there fucking mumbling The horse munching on bones, shit, he fucking gobbling He turns around That’s when this shit got scary Made a weird sound Then ran towards us like crazy I started the engine Ron hopped in The horse jumped in- -front of us, our chances slim The horse shot a laser at the fucking tire. At this point I’m sure I am going to fucking die Hey calm down, horse, we come in peace. The horse gave us a look then started to speak. He said: Ron dude I love you. I couldn’t stand the way you were looking at that dumb broad, you- -are all I want, let’s start fucking. It’s mating season for me you’re friend could watch it Now, I ain’t going lie Ron looked surprised. Me, I’m not into that shit But I don’t want to die. He starts wondering about the price of life Is it worth fucking a horse Who killed your future wife? The rest of the story I ain’t going to tell you about Just think ‘bout the fact I lived to be here now. My man Ron went on to commit suicide (Rest in peace) Me? I’m into horses now. LASER FRIEND [I can’t believe they got horses shooting lasers now] LASER FRIEND [Don’t even know if you’ll believe me but I’m telling ya] LASER FRIEND [Shit can be dangerous be sure to keep your distance pal] LASER FRIEND [My laser friend, man I swear I ain’t even high right now]

Yeah You know It’s a really nice day today Decided to go for a little walk Down at the park right next to the crib Yeah! Young, Fresh, Rapper. I don’t know what I’m saying. Sunday noon, yeah, smoke a little something Go out to the park just to try and get a suntan Fresh beer, sky’s clear, i’m here Getting cheesy like I’m Easy Mac In freshman year I pay a visit to my favorite stand Chips for the munchies And approach a perfect ten Sorry girl, yeah. I’m a little high But I’m flying in the sky Where you angels are I’m Just kidding Girl I’m spitting These rhymes so delicious You would think I caused diabetes Taking a trip to the lake But I’m seeing some weird little house to my right Which I’m considering I’m curious so I take the turn Wondering what nice surprise will rock my world You know When you’re high everything is enhanced Good or bad, but I’m sure this won’t be that Stefano walks into a small hut he’d seen while strolling through the park high on marijuana. Inside the shack, a young lady lays on a stone bed, surrounded by men in ceremonial clothes taking turn raping her. One of the men slits her throat with a sharp knife: her shriek instantly cut by the blade severing the vocal chords, as life leaves her futile mortal body. They feast on her blood, directly from the wound, hailing the name of the devil Satan. Our protagonist is left wondering how the world turned into such a grim place. All right, calm down my man I’m sure there was nothing to be done back there Don’t let this ruin your day You’re a nice guy maybe just lay off the hey, okay It’s just a little over three in the afternoon still in time to go to that lake and relax you know A magical place with the swans And the peacocks And the ducks And them animals Everybody put your hands in the air Nice day at the park it’s the summer jam Even though you don’t know what I’m saying Nice day at the park it’s the summer jam I said Everybody put your hands in the air Nice day at the park it’s the summer jam Even though you don’t know what I’m saying Nice day at the park it’s the summer jam As he walks through the park, Stefano comes across a crime scene. A pool of blood collected on a shallow dip. Above it, a small group of children hangs from a branch: their wrists slit, trickling softly as the drip makes its way into Stefano’s head. A bench not far from the scene reads in smeared blood: Why Not. Why Not. Why Not. A man rests next to the bench smiling peacefully as he reverently cherishes the scene. As he finds himself wondering how the news will break in the morning, Stefano catches his train of thoughts to be of an obscure nature. He turns to the man, who's been looking at him this all time. He knows. We're all the same. Indistinguishable mumbling. I CAN’T DO THIS ANYMO… [Gun Shot]

I’m not a rapper It doesn’t matter I play with Dinosaurs cause they sound so much better Get to the venue Ask for a menu I’m really nervous before I try my endeavor Get on the stage and everything changes I’m really feeling it yo! Feel like the crowd ain’t feeling it though So I’m asking my DJ for more Maybe it’s the lighting I really can’t see what happens in front of my eyes see All of a sudden a massive blackout shut us down like Batman does with Poison Ivy The crowd starts climbing I know I might have been shit and not that inspiring I still don’t know if they’re going to attack me All I know is I’m going out fighting Weird I know, But the guy I just saw Is lacking his jaw And out of control All the sudden I know How didn’t I notice before I’m like Woody Harrelson What I mean it’s a Zombie Show We storm outside Run a thousand miles Zombies right behind I’m not inclined To give up and die It’s not my time Got a few more lines Got a few more rhymes My dj takes a glock like Cj Shoot them brains out like World War Z man I could not believe it Walking Dead on ether Not a big fan either Of this zombie fever We climb up a roof and hide Man the world’s on fire Gotta be in my mind Cause I’m sure that I Must have dreamt this right Can this be real life? God tell me why! I sure as fuck ain’t going down If they want me out They can catch me now Never catch me how Like Kendrick blaw Whatcha talking bout I’m freaking out I don’t know what I’m talking about cause I Must be panicking a little bit inside Put a gun in my mouth it tastes like Sweet relief to my mind We move along Still shocked about what has just happened Not really sure if it’s a single place or armageddon The end of day is near that’s what they taught me in the bible Never really listened though, I’ve been focused on this album Walk another mile Awfully quiet, dead inside Man I’ve seen some monsters worse than fucking frankenstein But technically it’s frankenstein plus in all fairness That’s not even his real name It’s just the doctor I’m digressing I see a mall in the distance I know Should have been careful before The lights are on shall we go My DJ hands me a gun and sure as fuck I’m on I’m ready to get nasty son All my previous fears are gone We walk inside I open fire I don’t why I’m terrified This storyline Is out of line I apologize I might retire I need to chill I need a pill A navy seal An actual seal I rap for real Like I’m B real From Cypress Hill IN SILENT HILL I swear to god I’m going crazy My skill is odd Fake rapper baby I’m better than Half of them men Who practice rap I’ve said it damn I’m off the motherfucking hook My lunchbox has been fucking took Me and Dinosaurs just fucking shook The rap game cheating like a crook Cause technically it’s not even fair Half you fuckers just ain’t there My DJ’s savage as a bear And I just grew a fucking pair Aliens Stole My Lunchbox.

Yeah! Trap Trash Record Mo’fuckerz! Dinosaurs & I! Mc Yaris! Jesse Pinkdude! You know how it is. JP: I put my money in her pussy Put my dick in her ass Pay the bitch for performance Hundred gs strictly cash MC: I got bitches on my lap Killaz on my payroll Stack this money in her pussy Fuck these hoes I’m on a roll JP: Now I don’t wanna sound obnoxious But my dick is so big It don’t even fucking fit in these baggies for shit! MC: Homie fucking tell me ‘bout it Man my dick is so big When I go to fucking wrap it I use bagz for the bin JP: And I got this fucking money I put in her fucking pussy Then when I run out of space I put in her fucking ass MC Everytime we fuck our bitches We withdrawal some fucking cash So we reach inside their pussies To collect our secret stash JP: Put my gs in this bitch Then she drips as I flick her Then sucks on my dick as I’m spitting my shit and MC: I love all my bitches My money, my lean and My drugs, to my mistress My dick is like christmas JP: I got so much money man I can’t even fucking count it MC: I got so much pussy man I feel like I’m fucking drowning BOTH: We got so much money man nananananana BOTH: We got so much pussy man nananananana JP: I got so much money man So much so much money man So much so much money man It don’t fit my bitches pussies! MC: I got so much money man So much so much money man So much so much money man It don’t fit my bitches pussies! BOTH: We got so much money man So much so much money man So much so much money man It don’t fit our bitches pussies! We got so much money man So much so much money man So much so much money man It don’t fit our bitches pussies! MC: Fucking these bitches While getting this money We all ‘bout our bidness we killing you dummies we do so much drugs shit ain’t even funny We go down this road We going die like Ted Bundy JP: Snorting cocaine In the moshpit, My nostrils Are burning like hell I got rocks big as cufflinks Uppers and downers I mix ‘em with powder A fuck a few bitches Then I drop a molly MC: High on cocaine As I’m fucking my mistress I’m smoking some hey I like anal, she twitches Shoot up some heroin I mix it with steroids She suck on my dick My vision gets narrow JP: Ain’t no way round it These drugs are the shit Will overdose As she suck on my dick Doctors will find me Nurses will blow me They know it’s a dead body They just cannot help it MC: When I go out I’m a die like a champ Drug overdose As I’m fucking a lamp Dropping a downer To straight my ass right Whipping my dick out To fuck her ass right JP: Lean all the way Then she leans on my dick Drinking this lean As I’m spitting my shit High on the purple This drug is legit I’ll take a sip Before fucking a bitch BRIDGE MC: Yo JP these mo’fuckerz think we playin’ JP: Y’all gotta be kiddin’ me MC: They be sayin’ we got soft after our first album JP: Bitch we ain’t even ever dropped no goddamn album MC: Bitches be trippin’ JP: Where my bitches at? MC: Where my gangstas at? JP: Where my dawgs at? JP: Where my car keys at? No, seriously, I can’t find ‘em JP: Y’all mo’fuckerz better not have stolen my homie’s car key MC: Tell ‘em JP: Hey yo MC let’s rip into this bit one last time bruh HOOK JP: Bitch suck my dick I crash my car I snore cocaine I overdose I’ll die a legend Fuck them hoes MC: Rick Ross on fucking steroids bro Snore styrofoam JP and MC Get them hoes Hysterical BOTH: Bitch suck my dick I crash my car I snore cocaine I overdose I’ll die a legend Fuck them hoes BOTH: Rick Ross on fucking steroids bro Snore styrofoam JP and MC Get them hoes Hysterical Fuck yeah mo’fuckerz! There’s new trap kingz in town! FUCK LIL YATCHY MC YARIS. JESSE PINKDUDE. WE GOT IT COVERED. We got so much money we can’t even stash it in our bitches pussies! AND WE GOT SO MUCH PUSSY. Trap trash record! We out.

Son of a bitch I spit venom And give you this A venomous diss Your fake rappers ain’t worth shit Jesse Pinkdude, Mc Yaris Y’all don’t exist In my tracks I drop bombs You faggots drop turds So much money that you can’t fit in your bitches pussies That’s prolly cause you ain’t got no pussies Y’all got each other’s tushies Meanwhile I know Dinosaurs likes to watch Just like he watched me single handedly take us both to the top Some days I can’t believe How hard it has been To work with a fucking faggot who couldn’t drop a beat It took two straight months to hear a goddamn sample I can make a whole album the time you take for a track son Fag… Uhm. I shouldn’t say it Relax with a: blunt I’m: blunt Diss you on a track Then cum on your: mum Beat: drops Finally got me some fucking real: drums Trust me that shit you got me Ain’t even half as: hard Hazard. Call me the fucking duke of Hazzard Hitting all them blondies But no confederate flag on. Fuck em White supremacists who fly that: scum. Ain’t a single racist cell Circulating in my: blood. Hey yo, whack ass son of a bitch I ain’t done dissing you bro I’ll take you back to when you were giving me some Beats to work on I’ll admit we had a good run not even kidding Till you started slacking off, beats weren’t spinning, you straight up chilling Every time I asked you for a fucking beat to kill You was taking up ages, still, the beat was ill Till you stopped and came way short The talent gone, I don’t know what happened bro them trap beats felt fucking wrong You started asking me for a single with stupid people Ain’t no way I’ll feature with MC Yaris or J fucking Pinkdude I heard you dissing me over the phone, you didn’t see me I was in the studio I couldn’t believe it, but now we even Now the dissing is over man, I’m done with the stories Let me tell you some bout your own name you fucking phoney No disrespecting em dinosaurs, capisc homie I’ma tell what really went down, since you don’t know it 66 million years ago a bunch of beautiful lizards Were forced to leave this earth by an evil powerful wizard They’ll tell it was an asteroid They’re pulling your leg How could a giant rock from the sky knock all em dinosaurs dead I don’t believe in God man I believe in dem lizards Once striving on this earth then killed by a powerful wizard 66 million years ago The guardians of eden Adam and Eve were dinosaurs Them bibles are savage They’re lying to you, can you not see? That God isn’t real We reincarnated from the souls floating in dinosaursphere I swear I feel a lizard inside of me I can almost see it, if I squint my eyes and make em go clo.. no wait, that really hurts Cretaceous - Paleogene extinction event The greatest tragedy To ever shape existence and time There ain’t no doubt to me That’s why I’ve created this movement It’s called Dinosaurology I think you really ought to give me: 250.000 thousand dollars You come in, I ask you a bunch of questions. I mean, the point of it, really is that you give me all your money. It’s really important that you buy this album and also give me some more of your money - Okay let me get another crack at this one Third time’s the charm John Touché on the mic Aw man, I don’t know about this name I don’t know why I feel the need to talk in the intro of a song. I could just shut up or maybe we could cut it and we could start the song by, well, you know what I mean. It’s John Touché on the mic I keep it tight, as a pussy dyke I mean a dyke’s pussy Don’t tell me you’re bi Don’t tell me you’re buying- -It when I fake I’m a rapper Man the game has gotten so soft to the point that I’m almost better My artist name is to be defined with Dinosaurs and I some aliens stole our lunchbox We’re ready to fight I got a lion in my pocket, I’m lying, I got a rhyme that I’ve stolen from Biggie and Em Lil Yatchy won’t identify Ready for war I’m ready for sure Got a rhyme galor For them critics whores Bet on my horse I could be much worse I keep on rapping with no clear vision A one hit wonder without a single Ladies I’m single And ready to mingle Though I admit I do have the shingles Girl I don’t mean to offend you I’m just tired of sticking it to this can of Pringles. My dick is to big to fit inside of a Pringles Can! No it ain’t. I swear I never thought that I would rap Then I said fuck with that Put me on a fast track Rap fast and blast that fucking beat I slash that Lashing at some fat brats Feminist can pass that As nothing more than brag chat I ain’t got no swag trap Crash sad at half past midnight cause I failed at hooking up with them fat brats there we go again with the brass, lad I’m half Am- -Merican and half set On that british slang, fam I don’t know what I’m talking bout This track don’t even out I just kinda felt like walking you out This album is out, now I think you should buy it Then I’m gonna bow out You thought I was lying? I’m a faggot! Aw shit…