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1.
We Are The Boys 01:51
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(okay, well) We're trending on Worldstar, not Reddit All kinds of words in my bars like verbs and adjectives Every verse hard, well I mean guess that's subjective But our fans get it, get lit All the girls get wet, my lyrics impregnate If you don't wanna have a baby boy, girl, use a contraceptive We are The Boys Ah, that's nice isn't it? Like a little bubble bath We're The Boys Rapeando estoy Comment ça va? Olen hyvä Get yourself comfy, Roll one, pour one, Turn the lights out, You know We are The Boys We're in the studio Not making music though Chilling watching Yu-Gi-Oh! Get creative? Duly noted Okay, not motivated, our life's just a vacay But when it comes down to it we're S-tier rated, son You can count on it Love it or hate it But you love it by the sound of it We are The Boys
2.
I'm Cuttin Off My Cock 02:40
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Yo! I don't wanna fuck So I'm cutting off my cock That's right, I don't wanna fuck So I'm cutting off, cutting off my cock You heard me right, I'm cutting off my dick Bitches be like "whaaaa", but I don't give a shit I'm going celibate, effeminate I won't embellish it, just relish it Have fun with it, then I'm done with it Friction and flesh, suction, traction, stepsister sex I don't give a fuck so I'll castrate myself Babe you gotta go and fuck yourself I won't be of help, this enuch is too fresh, too fresh No need to peep between your thighs I wanna get high and watch anime but not hentai That's right, that's right I get bored when I'm fucking Thinking about Schopenhauer or something But I'm too kind so I keep on trucking But after the act I feel absolutely nothing Prude bitches ashamed of their bodies Big tech selling that shit to the kids, money money Shit's like Gandhi and Preslee Payton Sex shaming and glorification at the same time So sex feels like an obligation So I'm going for penis assassination So I'm cutting off my cock That's right, I don't wanna fuck So I'm cutting off, cutting off my cock Cha-cha slidin that dick skin off Its looking shrivelled like you Wim Hoff A foreskin, a threeskin, two skin, no skin I’m talking about extreme circumcision Better be careful, precision Bring the boltcutters and some tissues If you got balls then boy we have issues This ain’t some anti-trans shit Shout out all those non-binary kids We’re just rapping about eunuchs 21st century, it’s a new look So lets start with a pair of nail clippers Pinch off the end like a chicken dipper Thrash the rest against a mandolin Like you playin a tiny violin With whatever’s left we can sand it down Pop a paracetamol then let’s go out Piss standing up or sit on the loo It’ll go everywhere but what else is new Hey brother you got a new hole to fuck Is this Sounding good yet? New fantasy just dropped Where we’re going we don’t need choads Real heroes have no dick like Fury Road You heard of no nut November Well this is no dick millennium I don’t want to fuck So I’m cutting off, cutting off my cock I don’t want to fuck So I’m cutting off, cutting off my cock
3.
This Is A Song 02:15
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Yo Life's a game, nothing more, nothing less So I treat it like chess Always thinking three steps behind Cause this shit's complex I never know what comes next But I guess that's how this game was designed Take the win, I resign Danger, danger, this is not a test Dirty sweatshirt, I dress like I'm depressed Cause I am, a mess, and yes, that's a flex But also a rhyme Ey-up I’m on that ninja shit Throwing shurikens and things and shit You think you know me? I’m a shinobi I got extreme ways like my name was moby Lets call a strike, that’s not ten pin Cant look me in the eye like you gotta fringe People scared a me like vax in a syringe I’ll eat you up like I was eatin minge Spinnin nun-chucks like a cook, son You still making them jokes about Chuck, dumb Your girl meets me you’ll be cucked, son I got bad habits like a fucked nun Line in each nostril, nose run When I hear sirens I know where to run Take photos of me like a setting sun Keep on Truckin, Robert Crumb I’m sprinkling that shit I’m sprinkling that shit like I’m Salt Bae Cut my arms open you’d see gold steaks Scamming rich people is how to get paid Like scamming white families on holiday Yeah and fuck people who get married at Disneyland too, sad cunts Started from the top, now I'm here All fucked up, pink molly and beer Swinging from the chandelier Downshifting when I'm drifting Still cutting you off in first gear This is our year Fuck that, this is our millennium My brain like a Pentium Overclocked, overgrown cock The Boys are like Webster and Merriam Stop! Hammertime, you're a nail I'll hammer you down with my fist, son Big bum, big tits, big head It looks like cyst or a lump Pounding our chests, gorillas in the mist Play you like a fiddle, pianist Rolex on my wrist, pants full of piss Living like tomorrow doesn't even exist Manana esta aqui Los chicos here to stay I’m talking boylove all grown up That’s DTF, down to fuck Gonna pull you up Like a dumper truck Dumpin these lines Like I’m sneezing dust Chewin on vines Gap year vibes Fat ket nights Damp wet wipes Keep it clean – good advice Squeaky clean, Mr. Sheen Learnin English off Sesame Street Shout out to Big Bird drinkin lean Still fuck up my ABCs You write rhymes with Chat GPT I write mine whilst smokin weed The Boys are back 2023
4.
Fidget3000 03:23
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Yo listen I'm a hard hitter, big tipper More evil than Hitler I'm a sinner, but a winner, not a quitter Homestar Runner Getting quicker, bigger I mean fitter, not fatter Diet whole grain liquor Gold chain glimmer like my Bimmer Skin glowing like glitter Blowing up on Twiter Don't be bitter, be better My rhymes slice like a hot knife though butter Jack the Ripper Batter, fritter, let it simmer Sell a verse on Fiverr to the highest bidder And when I hear Despacito I dance rapido Do the thriller, not a pedo, I prefer older Madonna, La Isla Bonita, gonna lick her Wanna see her shiver, quiver Eat her little ass like a Snicker for dinner Twirl my tongue like a fidget spinner Coming out guns blazing Never running out like a laser Watching snails crawling on straight razors Laying siege to the gates of heaven Going Sephiroth on seraphim The Boys are choke slamming cherubim Aborting born again Christians Like 10 to the power of 9/11 Do a dance, don’t cum in your pants Like you gifting subs for Amouranth (simp) You watchin hot tub streams on twitch I’m snorting coke off a witches tits Double, double toil and trouble You wanna see me then you need Hubble Got so high I’m on that Star Trek vibe Havin a rave in Deep Space Nine Getting more baked than an enchilada Darmok and Jalad at Tanagra I’m a visionary like Siddhartha You losing your shit like you sniffing poppers What's up with porn today? Fucking your mom's okay Fucking your dad is gay And if they're underage You'll be fucking big boys in jail What am I trying to say anyway Warriors come out to play Go ahead, make my day I'm sorry Dave, yippee ki-yay I'm just quoting movies now What are you going to do about it? Carpe diem, seize day Carpet cleaning, please wash the shit stains away Purple pills, purple haze It's nighttime The Boys drive around downtown in the Lincoln I'm high like seraphim smoking indo Que sera sera gringo, habla my lingo? I'm riding shotgun, double Remington akimbo I fight like a Klingon, rolling down the window And the bullets fly around They're filled with heroin and MD pills so Run for the hills bro Drive-by serotonin syndrome I'm Divine like Pink Flamingo I’m spinning my fidget I’m eating up my dinner I’m cleaning my digits I’m warming up your pillow Was Bilbo in Babylon? Has everything been said? Has all this happened before? And will it happen again? People saying everythings been done before But have you seen that AI porn? Greasy shit Grease all over the screen Like semen mixed with Vaseline Shooting fake cum from a fake cock Cyborg sex shit mixed with Baudrillard Teledildonics on your credit card Looking at cartoons is only way you get hard Jacking it to Lord Farquad That’s the evolution of the fidget spinner People sat about fucking their computer
5.
Make It Clap 04:26
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Make it clap Make it slap (what) Better wrap it up before I send it back I bit a bite of butter cus I'm getting jacked Nicholson eyebrows when I get the bag It's time to get Fetty I'm not talking Wap An when I get in I stay up Cocks are crowin, I'm still getting fucked Bacon butty, a line of ketamine Bad thoughts jockeying for position (Yooooo) Make it clap, I'll take a pic of my dick Hope you like em thick, you slag Send a Snapchat, that's an app Imagine that, computer in your pocket pretty mad Just a quick shot of my prick for your TikTok Click, let it dangle, Dutch angle Hitchcock, put it in a ziplock bag and Strangle it, wrangle it, I know how to handle it Handle it, mangle it Throw it over your shoulder like it was a javelin My balls a pair of mandarins I play them like a mandolin Fondling a mannequin Shoot my load quick like Lewis Hamilton I roll that shit up like a pangolin Meandering born again sinning in Hollywood, Los Angeles This hooligan is scrambling I break a Scrabble board over your head like an orangutan I'm bored and rambling but when I'm on the mic I wield it like a sword And you're gambling with your fuckin life Come aboard, choo choo here comes the pain train I'll make you feel like David Blaine Catch a bullet with your brain Brain, skull, eyeballs I put my fingers inside like a bowling ball I got you sweating like alcohol withdrawal I'm Above the Law, Steven Seagal Make it clap Make it slap (what) I'm slapping the pap I'm bringing it back I'm rapping a rap I'm chasing the cat I'm doing the dance Parlez vous France? Je'mappelle garcon Twist it, bop it, that's how its done Pop lock and drop it like the chosen one I'm Neo, the Boys are a two-man trio Cus we don't need no third wheelin dweebo We're not even people, R2D2 and C3PO Drinkin up the diesel, fuck your Doritos We feed on microchip burritos Don't mind a bit of weed tho An we hit that fuckin beat yo Make the earth shake like it's San Francisco Save the future, kill a CEO I don't say this shit for the SEO (no) Make the one percent zero American Psycho for Jeff Bezos Do that shit now or in the Thunderdome Sarah Connor special, shooting up a tech bro I'm suiting up, exec mode All my money crypto I'm routing it like Cisco Escrow, shopping for some benzos Panic! at the Disco Panic at the Tesco Pop a couple xannies and presto Mash it up like pesto We goin handheld like Nintendo Switch, flipmode Gotta get that peach, Super Mario Eatin these pills like they're fuckin Haribo Yolo, Solo, gotta get paid bro Pyramid selling like a fuckin pharaoh Is this fair though? Lay low Bedroom studio, no bed Just a pair of gringos Make it clap Make it slap (what)
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Scary Boys 3.1.2 02:28
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It was a dark and stormy night I’m drinking Dark and Stormys all night I park up and get stoney alright Listening to Stormzy, got a light? What if you looked round and a ghost waved at you Would that be scary? What if you looked round and your dad was peeling his face off Would that be scary? What if you looked round and you wasted your fucking life Would that be scary? Nah mate Get to fuck with your What Ifs What if, what if, what if, what if What if the worst thing that could happen did happen Wouldn’t be that bad even if it did happen Who gives a fuck about hypotheticals To see into the future you need more than spectacles Most people’s lives pass them by surprise Y’all call it a moment – I call it life You're scared to die, I'm scared of life Ngl, used to feel scared all the fucking time But now I don't care, I get high Life's just passing me by, and I'm like Eat my shorts, life's too long not short And I've got lines to snort Ex-wife is taking me to court Divorced, but didn't pay the child support (Fucking life) Dopeman, can I get some coke man? (Who you going out with?) No one, trying to cope man Waiting for Charon (The god from Conan?) No, you know, the underworld boatman Cause life's just a trail of broken dreams A living nightmare, I can't go to sleep Taking pills, slow release Just trying my best to cope, it seems Forget Dracula and Frankenstein The real horror of life is all about time Tick tick tick And each moment slips Between your fingers Work it out don’t need calculus Cus Chaos comes from Chronos Fingers on a clock pull the trigger You can trace the years in a mirror I think of my life from own perspective Could also be thought of who I hung with Defining decades with dickheads Work colleagues, dealers and Exes Leaving their mark before they exit You wanna know how I got these scars? Need to take a polaroid next time When they find mummified bodies in bogs, Keloids tell the story of lives People long dead dead before clocks Ran out of time like you watching Tik Tok
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The Graveyard Gang 02:06
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Oi, I’m half cut Loose lips when I get drunk Don’t be acting big cunt Shits like Trainspotting, You gonna get smacked up Grave robbing gonna make a come back Can you dig it? Yes we can. So get coughing up If you rotting in a coffin you better buckle up When we pop the top off I’m getting in Cus I want your diamonds and pearls and shit No inheritance coming so I’m taking you Gonna move in your grans like a cuckoo Digging up graves, cemetery raves Driving stakes right into vampire brains I'm the white Blade, we pave the way Cause all the music sucks in this day and age Making waves, this is some tsunami shit All gas no brakes Choo choo, what's that sound? Looks like here's the pain train again Destination: Violence Central Pouncing on you like a tiger from Bengal Knocking your teeth out, call me mr. Dental The Boys make the girls go mental Bats in the attic when we're at it Mesmerizing, the Boys are magnetic Bipolar like the planet, depressive and manic Stapling selfies together cause I'm photosynthetic Robbing more tombs than the British Museum Don’t have to be Tutankhamun for me to see you I’ll bring a spade and a pick-axe You bring the weed and a six pack (Headstone) Digging up these bodies like we playing Minecraft Taking em hostage like an embassy attack ‘What they gonna do with a body’ you ask Better pay up fast unless you wanna watch your dead gran Getting gangbanged by a pack of dogs Film that shit and put it on pornhub Applying that lipstick worse than a mortician Leave a briefcase filled with bills at the train station Scooby-dooby-doo The Boys are coming for you Yo we getting ghoulish but what else is new Who lets the dogs out? Who who who who? Its The Boys, its The Boys, its The
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The Vampire Diaries 03:02
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Acid flashbacks Everything is geometric like I'm back in math class Dissociated, Steve-O, rap game Jackass Dragon Ball Z, 2C-B's and apple flapjacks And a 60BPM beat 'cause I can't rap fast Wrap my head in plastic Staring at my eyelids in the casket Hotbox, puff puff and pass it Mister Boombastic, light fantastic I'm your favourite rapper, everlasting Outfit school shooter, hairline Lex Luthor Jawline Ron Perlman, my underbite is brutal Delivery like Amazon Prime, always on time Pissing in bottles in my van on your dime I got the vampire state of mind Riding in the back of the car Tinted windows, sunglasses on Night time driving down the boulevard Watching the street whilst we’re hitting bongs All the PM peons lit in neon If you OD, body kept cool with freon MD, 2-CB, 4-ACO This is Alphabet Street, you know Doing that Nos for the heart too Black balloons with the goth crew Walking like Big Foot when I’m on the brew Cus I’m mixing Hennessy with Grey Goose On some Harry and the Hendersons shit Moved in with a family before I get lit They all after that sasquatch dick Me, I squash sass with my left fist I'm walking on the red carpet Custom made in size and shape for my apartment Squirming round the garbage like a scarlet snake Lines of darknet K, I'm always writing bars they hate And maybe they are subpar, but they are what they are That's okay, I'm not the sharpest boy anyway And I'll never be an artist And I'll never aim for the charts That shit's just fucking lame This is just to waste my time away Til I find it's too hard to stay awake Same shit every day, forever There's no change and everything feels the same Now or never? Well I guess it's never I think I'm only getting worse not better I got the vampire state of mind
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Project: Turbo 02:42
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Too fast, two furious Boys One fury road, no choads, gold Rolls Royce Oil in my joints, hard to roll Now we're rolling down the road, smoking petrol Sipping on break fluid and juice If you snooze you lose I cruise like that guy from Cocktail High octane I'm a hotrod hotter than Hotmail Yeah I work hard and I play hard got my work car and my racecar Doing car kickflips in my pimped out whip And this Cape Cod road is my skate park I always drive reckless The birthmark on my solar plexus Is shaped like the logo of Lexus Take the next exit Let's get some drive-thru breakfast Doing a driveby at the drive-thru You stranded at the drive-in like a virgin dude Spinners on my grill, wheels on my chain The Boys always overtaking in the fast lane Yo, so get the fuck outta the way We drivin steamrollers with twin V-8s Riding over you like you framed roger rabbit Treating every car as if they were a cyclist Why don’t cars have sunroofs Big fins, big boots, big wheels, big tunes You wanna drive a Tesla, better pay Musk If he designs like he runs twitter, then boy you’re fucked Yo The Boys are gonna pick you up We goin for a picnic so better bring some bud We hotboxing hotdogs so keep the windows up This cars not the only thing that can do donuts Boy-bus full of boys ready to go nuts Pedestrian guts on the bonnet Bonus points when the bones get crushed Stone cold when I'm in the boyzone Yo, hit the clutch (Yeah!) I'm the fucking Knight Rider (Uh!) Engine screaming like a TIE fighter Pedal to the metal when I speed up Going faster than light, you can't see us Do a quarter mile in minus six years Great Scott! Driving back in time New frontiers, new back tyres They squeal like a pig When I slick and slide through the night Right turn to tighten, Left turn to loosen I remember how to screw Cus I'm feeling juicy Gonna Pimp my Ride like X to the Z No why, I heard you like cars So we put cars in these bars So that when you take a ride You can listen to tunes about taking a drive And then bars about bars about cars And on and on and on and on and on Keep going on like Mandelbrot Eat candle-lit dinners at truck stops Cus when The Boys ride in their Boymobile We going J.G Ballard, rising high behind the wheel
10.
Gym Master 04:39
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What's happening? I'm laughing You're laughing We're huffing laughing gas At the after party Falling on empty canisters like staked Draculas Rolling on MD like I'm fucking on skates All in, looking fabulous, immaculate Watery eyes, snorting lines of my own ejaculate We on that Ouroboros shit For that protein hit You want to double-dip For muscle worship Then give me a kiss Then we're going to get ripped Because The Boys hit the gym The Boys hit the gym Get a grip on the barbell, time to begin Gym pants flapping in the wind We're training our biceps, triceps While you're training your chin, silence My body marble, sculpted by Donatello You better bulk up, your body Jell-O I'm shaped like a clip-art cloud And when I lift, I growl and bellow You're reading Paulo Coelho, whack the only thing I've read was the gym contract Cause a long paragraph doesn't get you jacked My six-pack is an eight-pack, that's s fact I'm lifting kilos for the gram Arms so big got their own OnlyFans On that He-Man shit, washboard abs Let's get soapy, touch me with no hands I'm doing chin-ups, no rubber bands T-shots into my glands New muscles spring up It's springtime for my hamstrings But gonna need new gym pants Gym Master Harder, better, stronger, faster Shape? grand, fake tan Brand new gold chain Weighs more than your neck can withstand Custom made pendant has the face of Hulk Hogan And I dance in front of the cam like Silence of the Lambs Silence at the gym when we're widening our calves Beef hormones surging through my glands I don't shrug this Atlas, fuck Ayn Rand I'm doing calisthenics, I'm smoking anaesthetics If you fuck with The Boys then you better call a medic Objection, may I approach the bench Can't pass the bar, you'll never get hench Get cross-examined by 12 Angry Men Form's not in order, I'm going Judge Dredd This Boy getting big This shit getting lit Can you feel the pump When we're doing deadlifts Skin on fire, hair blasting up Hitting that vagina like Vegeta Fucking up cells like Future Trunks I've got a standalone complex Got muscle men on my Pinterest This is no contest Gym Masters, ain't got time to rest Flexing my pecs, doing supersets Necromancer, I'm deadlifting Take a glance at my form, pristine In tanning bed I glitter like C-beams C-section, too wide to be born Gotta go sideways through every door In my prime, pain shoots down my glutes When I squat so low my butt hits the floor Harder than a diamond Stronger than a rhino American Psycho, that's my final form Designer tank tops, Ed Hardy Steroid injections when I party You're doing charlie, I'm signing up for the army Getting an erection thinking of my last gym session Aiming for perfection, governor election Going full Arnie Gym Master Harder, better, stronger, faster
11.
Boys Out 01:42
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Well that’s that Another album of rap We making music for the fans If you love The Boys then we love you back Boylovers, All around the world Boylovers, Not men who hate girls, Boylovers, Not the tv show Boylovers, Its just us bros. Whether you playing this on a late night drive Or finding it again in ten years time Or you’re dancing to The Boys on your wedding day Or its on in the background whilst you’re getting laid We are The Boys and We’d like to raise a glass and We just want to say Thanks So buy our merchandise and Leave us on Spotify all night Then we get paid, yeah that’s right I think so anyway. I don’t really care about cash But I wouldn’t mind a kebab and a block of hash (Yeah) Through the fire, through the rain Through the brighter days, through the pain Together we stand Hand in hand Boylovers and the Graveyard gang Whether you think this world is too much, or not enough Whethere you're too soft or a bit too rough It's all good, 'cause The Boys love the boylovers like the Boylovers love the Boys like the The Boys love the boylovers like the Boylovers love the Boys like the ...

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